Maxwell relaxed in his seat and finished the last piece of pancake on his plate. The warmth of the morning sun, poured over the table in the dinning. Katherine, was sitting beside him, she moved her coffee mug, and gazed up at the ceiling.They hadn’t spoken much that morning, but the silence wasn’t entirely uncomfortable, it was more like the calm before a storm.A silent knock on the door was heard before Jackson came into the room, as always, dressed in black. Behind him, a group of guards carried items they recovered from Maxwell’s former apartment. One by one climbed on the stairs to put the boxes into one of the guest rooms. Jackson, however, lingered behind, his demeanor was however a bit hesitant."Sir may I have a word with you, in private," Jackson said calmly, but in a way that wasn't obvious. Katherine’s head raised up, her expression unreadable but tense. Maxwell saw the hint of concern on her face."Whatever it is, you can say it in front of her," Maxwell said in a c

Richard and Fiona had just returned home from the mall, they sat down having a conversation as Fiona recounted her plans to redecorate their living room. Richard, the ever the dutiful husband, had carried the shopping bags from the car. He always had a way of making the most of days like this, whether or not it felt fun. On very rare occasions, he accompanied her shopping but today, Fiona's quest was to find the perfect centrepiece to place on the coffee table, and he indulged her."Silver, or a rich mahogany," Fiona asked, already picturing the change.“Silver would complement the curtains, But mahogany has that warm touch you like,” Richard replied.The discussion between them was cut short with a bang on the door. Richard glanced at Fiona, who shrugged. “Probably a delivery,” she said.But when Richard opened the door, it wasn’t a courier standing on their doorstep. Two police officers, their faces with straight faces, greeted him.“Good afternoon, I’m Officer Bennett, and th

Maxwell woke up that morning with a feeling that was higher than purpose. Today was not merely a ritualistic gesture,it was a statement, a reaffirmation of the unity of the clan, a clan bruised by the recent betrayal by one of them. Lenox.The announcement of Maxwell’s ascension had spread within a short period of time. Clan members, many of whom had traveled back abroad had returned to witness the historic moment. The air was thick with expectation, pride and optimism, everyone wondering what the next generation of leadership would be like.Maxwell got down from the car, he was dressed in his uniquely designed bespoke black suit. A white shirt wrapped in a black waist coat and a black tie . It was the same suit he wore the night of his fight with Lenox. The night he almost lost his life due to the poisoning. He clenched his fists, as they trembled lightly. He contained the tremor in his legs as the side effects of the poison were beginning to manifest. But he refused to give

The roar of the engines was deafening as Lenox and his convoy sped through the dimly lit streets. Night had fallen on the town. The tension inside the lead SUV was intense, but Lenox remained locked in silence as he in the front passenger seat. The guys at the rear reloaded their firearms, the noise of magazines being inserted filling the quiet with an ominous tune, it was a death march.“Boss, we’re five minutes out,” the driver announced.Lenox nodded, his lips curling into a tight smile. “Good. Remember, no hesitation. Take down everything that moves except Marcus,” he said.The vehicles stopped only a few blocks away from Marcus's compound. Lenox stepped out, his boots crunching against the gravel. The mercenaries he'd hired were there, waiting, discreetly parked on the street down the block. Their cars were black, nearly undetectable in the night, but their actions were certainly not discreet. The men stood in formation, their assault rifles hung over their shoulders and pis

Sitting in the back by the window of Maxwell's car and lost in thought, Alfred watched the lights of the city passing and fading as the car sped down deserted streets. He didn’t speak, didn’t flinch, and didn’t acknowledge the world around him. Maxwell sat silently beside him, his own thoughts a combination of grief, rage, and responsibility. He hadn't known Marcus for long, but his death was not simply the attack on the clan, it was an attack on himself.Jackson, sitting at the wheel, sometimes scanned the rear view mirror, with a concerned look on his face. Alfred's eyes were disturbing and Maxwell's silence was intimidating. Feeling the desire for some kind of reassurance, Jackson spoke "We're almost there sir," he said even though he expected no response.Maxwell reached for the phone in his pants and called Katherine."We're on our way home. Have someone prepare the guest room. Alfred will be staying with us tonight,”he said.Katherine didn’t ask questions, she never did wh