FEDERICK'S POV I still don't understand what the system meant, but I wasn't bothered. Once the money kept pouring in, there was nothing to bother about. I grabbed my backpack, locked the door and walked out of the room. I met Garry at the garage already waiting for me. He was surprised to see that some of my bruises were gone. " What did you do? I could have sworn you had a bit of..." Garry asked, stunned. I knew he was right. I threw my car key at him, trying to buy myself some time. " No way!" He shouted, looking at me and back at the car. "You are driving, Garry." I said with a smile on my face. Garry got behind the wheel and drove us out of the compound. As we journeyed towards the school ground. My phone chimed, and I saw it was a message from Marcus."Did we get the bastard?" I looked at the message, and I was not sure of what to type back to him. "You need to tell him, Frederick. You can't keep hiding things from him. Remember he lost one of his workers because he trie

Damian's pov The school bubbled with excitement at the thought of having a football match against Frederick's teams. I know it was more than a football match. It was a duel of power and of course the undying truth between us both. I didn't cripple Georgia but Dully did. But I was going to make Fred pay for trying to weaken my authority within the university ground. I have seen the way the kids looked at me. Most were not scared anymore. I need to instill the fear back into them. I need this! Father had given me one more chance or he was going to allow Dully take over my life. Funny thing about being a twin with the same face. " What should be done?" Ethan asked staring at me. " We have what it takes to beat that dimwit. Gathered the top footballers in the school before he makes a move. I want all the best players here lined up before me." I ordered " Okay, Damain." Ethan said winking at Aiden. They were the most loyal people I have ever came across or maybe because Dul

Marcu's POV I felt my body burn with anger. Maybe I shouldn't have trusted Fred like I did. One of my workers just died. How could he be careless with the USB?I picked my phone up on the table in front of me and looked at it again. I had risked everything to help him, and now this.This shows he was not capable.I tried to call his line several times again, but I couldn't reach him. Maybe I need to do this on my own. It was his battle as it was now mine. If only I had abstained from him. She wouldn't have died. My fist clenched the wall in anger, and my receptionist ran inside, opening the door without knocking. I flashed my eye at her in anger. "What have I always told you, Ireti!" I lashed at her in anger. "I am sorry, boss." Ireti said with her head down. "I heard a loud thud, and I came to check up on you. I didn't know you were training." She said not understanding the turmoil that was building inside of me. I have asked her to take Zee's shift since she was dead. Most of

Marcus Pov James and I crouched before the stained floor. "Can you guess whose blood this is?" He asked, looking at me. "We were four that night, although we later became five." I replied. "Five?" James said, his gaze leaving the floor. His gaze was furrowed as he looked at me. "Yes, five. Fred was in danger. The other guy had him while I had to battle this guy that I was fighting with." "Which guy? Did you see his face?" James asked again. "No, I didn't. He had a black hoodie on just like the one you are having now. I initially thought it was him when you entered. I would have jumped you if I hadn't seen the badge." I replied. "So you didn't see your fighter?" I nodded. "The last fighter came at the nick of time just to help us. I think he is a friend and not an enemy." I replied, my gaze going back to the floor. "Then it is safe to assume that the blood might belong to any of you, then." James said getting a pair of gloves from his pocket. "Yes, that is right." I said, rub

DULLY'S POV The room was thick with tension. The thought of telling Damian that I would like to take over his life for days, months or, should I say, years was at the tips of my tongue. But what do I say? How do I tell him how I feel? I also want to be seen in the spotlight. To be acknowledged. "What is going on in that little head of yours, Dully? You still haven't told me what you want from me." Damain said, staring back at his face. "Can you do it?" I asked immediately. "That depends, Dully. We are brothers, and that means we can share and help each other." Damain replied. His gaze was fixed on me. I knew he was anxious to hear what I was going to say, but he was not ready. I need to know if he loves me the way I do. I have sacrificed my life for him ever since I made that promise. Even go as far as taking lives when necessary, but can he really give me what I want? "You are making me anxious, bro. Why don't you spill it and get it over with? We don't have all day." Damai