"Can I speak with you, Keith?" Annie asked, her eyes sparkling softly, softer than she had ever looked at him. Keith's cold expression made her hesitate, but she still pressed on, sure that he possibly couldn't have gotten over her so quickly. "What do you want?" He asked flatly. She flipped her hair, a smile stretched across her face, "Come on, Keith. Look around, your..." She swallowed, still unable to believe that these men were really under his payroll, "Your bodyguards are here, don't you think we should find somewhere more convenient to talk?" He regarded her silently. She swallowed and pushed on, "Maybe..." She winked at him, "What about inside your car?" Keith frowned at her, "I really do not have time for this, Annie. If you want a meeting with me, you can book one with my secretary," He loved the pale look of shock on her face and he nodded at the guard by his side, then said to her, "Enjoy the rest of your night."Her eyes widened with shock and panic and she s

Keith opened his eyes slowly the next morning. Something was off.He blinked again and his blood turned cold instantly, a cold sweat ran down his spine and he could only stare at the muzzle of the gun stationed in between his eyes in abject shock and horror. His heart was racing madly, he couldn’t move. He glanced at the face of the man holding the gun and the weapon was withdrawn. Wills smiled and tucked the gun away. Keith released a sigh of relief and stared up at the white ceiling, he was panting heavily, his heart refused to be calm. “Good morning, Mr. Keith,” Wills said with a meek smile.“What the fuck, Wills?” Keith exclaimed, “Why did you do that? I’ve never had a gun pointed at me! That was terrifying!” “It’s something you’ll have to get used to, Keith,” Wills replied, perching on a sofa in the room and taking out a smoke pipe from his coat pocket, “It’s a dangerous world you’ve stepped into, like I said. And as much as you have to get familiar with your dynasty,

“That was…”Keith sighed then took a deep breath, “That was what? Bad? Too showy? Too harsh on the poor fat fellow?” He asked with a frown as they returned to his mansion. “That was exciting to watch, Keith,” Wills said with a proud smile, “You handled the little scum very well. I’m sure he is ready to run off to their little tea party this night and spill everything to them,” One of his bodyguards held the door open and Keith stepped down, then waited for Wills to come around. “You seem to know quite an awful lot about this League, Wills,” He remarked as they walked into the house.“Yes, I do,” Wills replied, “I have been studying their actions and movements for a while now, about five years or so. It is very wise to know your allies, Mr. Keith, but it is even wiser to know your enemies better.” Keith pointed at the bar when they walked into the living room, “A drink, Wills.”“Of course,” Wills said and clapped his hand for Keith’s whore-maids to fetch him a drink. He noti

Keith wasted no time in dialing Wills’ number. His heart was already racing at the uncertainty of this urgent message. Wills picked the call immediately and the first thing he asked was, “Are you with Mrs. Flora already, Mr. Keith?” “No, Wills. I’m still in the car,” He peaked out of the tainted window as the car started moving again. The gate to the beautiful duplex had been opened and the car slowly edged in, “But I’m already at her house now. The car is in the garage.” He replied as the car came to a stop. “Okay, good,” Wills’ voice became much lighter and it was only then Keith realized how thick with worry it had been, “It’s almost twenty minutes past seven, I need you to keep that dinner going until ten PM, it is a must that you do.” “Why, Wills? What’s going on?”Wills cleared his throat, “I have a few birds planted around this city and I just got intel that an attack awaits you when you leave her house. I will send reinforcements in very soon but we must still move

Keith was shaking from head to toe. He waited for the pain to start spreading throughout his body until it got to his brain. His hands were frozen…his legs, well his legs were numb and he couldn’t feel anything from his chest down. His eyes widened and he gasped, that was probably where he had been shot. But then, he didn’t feel the pain. Not anywhere in his body, but he could smell the gunpowder so close to him now. He felt a current in his right arm, alive and fierce. Then the cold metal of his gun, still in his hand, still pointed at his attacker, shook him back to reality. His gun was smoking, his index finger stuck to the trigger and a bullet hole right in between the eyes of the man’s mask. Slowly, the man fell backwards and landed on the floor with a heavy thud. Keith was shaken, he had pulled the trigger! He just killed a man! He was still lost in his traumatic thoughts, the cold hands he felt creeping up his spine seemed to fade away. Death…that was death calling on to