Alan could feel the pressure building as he tossed the crates over to the waiters as quickly as he could before anyone else found him.“You are lucky you came just right on time. The guests were just about to leave embarrassed,” one of the waiters told him.He didn't feel lucky though. Why would he feel lucky when had just been told that he wouldn't come out of the building alive? He was done for.A deep threatening voice loomed over the subtle darkness in the alley prompting the waiters to scamper like cockroaches at the smell of insecticides. “Hahaha, here you are. You bastard! How dare you disobey father’s instructions”.Alan turned around slowly - it was Lesley Billing; the first son of the Billing family.“I should test how firm these bottles are by slamming them on your head. I am sure Rose would feel sad for a day or two and after that, she will be back to her senses.”“Mr. Lesley, I understand that you are pissed off but it is not my fault I promise, I was stuck in traffic, an

“Divorce him?” Rose asked as if she didn't hear clearly what he said.“Yes, daughter. I want to make it as peaceful as it can be and I don't want him to cause any grudges between us. Although he is going to die in this ring any moment from now, we will need his signature for the divorce. I don't want to have his name associated with my family even if he is dead.”“So you are certain you want me to divorce him?” Rose asked again, this time pondering whether it was finally time to succumb to the pressure. She would be saving his life if she agreed just right there and then. Alan couldn't possibly blame her for saving his life, would he? Perhaps she would just prank her father so that he would call off the fight. Anything to save Alan’s life which could be no more any second - a hard punch could be all it took.Just then, Rose’s attention caught something. There was a loud uproar in the hall so she angled her gaze properly to get a good sight of how Alan was faring.With a few more shar

“Hey, look. I have somewhere I need to be urgently,” Alan Greyson told the nurse, writhing out of the bed and stretching his muscles. It was 5:30 am and he remembered that he had to visit Ms. Daniels at her law office. He was excited for what the day had in store for him - a chance for him to flip the pages in the story of his life. Maybe this life of poverty and humiliation wasn't something he could cope with after all, he thought.“Sir, but you still look badly injured. You received quite some dangerous punches in there and, surprisingly, you are still conscious. Not everyone would have survived that but you did. Why don't you stay and get yourself treated?” The nurse uttered, trying to persuade Alan who didn't look like someone in the state to do any active duty.Alan Greyson moved a few steps toward the nurse, his bruised face looking as persuasive as ever. “Listen, it is more important that I carry out the assignment I have at hand. These are just bruises that would disappear wi

Alan craned his neck as he searched through the court premises, peering his head over the crowd and scanning the faces of every man who had the posture of his father.There was no progress. He was getting frustrated - was his father trying to pull a stunt? If he was truly happy about seeing him after a long time like his previous attempt to embrace him suggested, would it not make sense that he started building back the trust they once had? Alan wondered why he even cared in the first place - this was a man who wanted him as the fall guy for very serious offences. He started to doubt Ms. Daniels’ statement about his father's willingness to transfer ownership of all his assets to him. He would just check a few of the empty courtrooms and after that, he would go on his way. The amount he had just received was already more than enough to build a life of his own.At last, he found Mr. Greyson in one of the courtrooms on the utmost floor of the premises. He wasn't alone as another man we

Lesley had urine escape from under his pants in the tension of the moment.His head was spinning destructively as he thrashed on the ground, his body writhing in a jolt of torment. He clutched his hand to his face as his mind calculated the impact of the punch he received.“Come on, get up you vile entity,” the voice from which the hard punch connected to Lesley’s face made its way into his ears.The deep voice sent a jolt of tension into Lesley’s body. He looked up slowly and saw the figure standing over him.‘That must be Tobiat,’ Lesley thought. ‘I have seen that face before. Was it not the same guy who fought Alan in the ring? Of course, it was him.’Lesley’s back arched in pain as he tried to get up, his breath coming in silent gasps. A little more push and he would be back up. Tobiat stood impatient as he darted dark glares toward Lesley and waited for him to get his two feet on the ground.But before Lesley could gather his feet together, he lashed out again with a deadly kick