“The best looking places are not always where we feel Comfortable.” Bruce said as he looked around the room with classic walls and very formal guests. He turned to his left and saw a lady smiling at him. It was obvious she was just forcing a smile and she could also tell that Bruce wasn't falling for that wack fake smile “Y'all don't like me in this family, so just stop pretending already.” He mumbled and turned away in disgust. The grand dining room of the Salvator estate was not just intimidating, it had become the worst place for Bruce to be at any time of the day. The Salvator family were his in-laws but he never loved spending time with them, “A bunch of arrogant creatures” he'd always call them. The room was filled with the sounds of low murmurs, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Despite the splendor around him, Bruce couldn't wait to “get the fuck outta here.”He was already feeling out of place. “I don't belong here.” And It wasn’t the first time he felt this way. He t

The smell of those prison walls was familiar. Bruce had definitely perceived that before. The walls smelt of betrayal! “Fuck! Here we go again. Thrown in prison just like my father who did nothing wrong.”Bruce couldn't believe Cassie and her father would do such a thing to him. He'd always known they really didn't love or care for him, but he didn't know their hearts were filled with so much evil, so much darkness that they would frame him up, send him to prison just to get rid of him. “I swear to God I'm gonna make them pay for everything they've done to me!” It was already one week since Bruce had been in prison and he found himself trying so hard to hold in his tears as he remembered the day Cassie walked in to see him behind bars, but only to present the divorce papers for him to sign. “Sign the damn papers you stupid thief! I can't be a wife to someone who steals money from my father's company.”“First of all, I'm not a thief and you know that y'all just framed me for this. S

Neighbors heard the gunshots and they immediately knew something was wrong. Rosa was a female Italian neighbor who lived with her dog after the death of her husband. Bruce was her favourite neighbour and she couldn't believe the shots came from his side of the big compound. She rushed to open the window, trying hard to see if she could spot someone in Bruce's house. “Is Bruce back from prison? Who the hell is in his house and why are they shooting?” She didn't know Bruce was back already. “Oh my God I gotta call 911” She rushed to get her phone and dialed a number. The shooter was cold and confident. “Rest in peace you big fool.” The assassin said to Bruce's body before kissing his pistol. “The problem with y'all is that you're all infected with a main character syndrome. You think this is some movie and you tryna be some kinda hero. All you had to do was beg me, and I might have let you live.” He said putting his pistol back where he'd removed it. He took out his phone from the bac

“Alright,” Bruce said as he leaned back in the wooden chair, his patience visibly waning. He was obviously tired after waiting in the police station for so long. He glanced at Jonathan, who sat across from him with his arms crossed, staring blankly at the white walls of the police station. “Jonathan” Bruce called. “Yeah man what's up?” “I'm just wondering what's is taking them so long”Jonathan let out a slow exhale. He was also tired of waiting to get the results of the fingerprint. “They said they’d get back to us as soon as they finish the fingerprint analysis.”“I'm already exhausted right now.”“We’ve already waited for so long, a little more patience won’t kill us.”Bruce was slowly getting angry and impatient. “Two weeks, Jonathan. It's been two damn weeks and they’re just checking something as obvious as the cigar.Before Jonathan could respond, the door opened, and Detective Martinez walked in with a file in hand. His expression was completely unreadable, but the slight tig

Bruce felt completely different knowing that he was sitting right there beside Jonathan not as any other person anymore. He was sitting right there as his brother. “You're gonna be alright.” He said about the hundredth time while leaned back in the hospital chair, exhaustion evident on his weak and tired face. He hadn’t left Jonathan’s side since the transfusion. Jonathan was still weak but stable, and Bruce finally felt a faint glimmer of hope. “Honestly I don't see any improvements yet but I hope they'll be soon” He's been speaking to himself a lot. He looked at his brother’s pale face, the thought of losing him twisting like a knife in his chest. Bruce was already feeling sleepy, but his eyes suddenly opened wide as he heard something disturbing. The sound of hurried heels clicking against the tiled floor interrupted his thoughts. “Who the hell wears high heels in a hospital like that damn! That's annoying” He turned towards a direction only to see Cassie approaching, her face p