“It’s the demon” The male prisoners all said at once as fear enveloped them while they walked past the man who sat in a lotus position with his hands clasped together as if he was praying. However, he wasn't. He was simply communicating with the deities just the same way the old hag, Xavier had taught him in the past three years of being in prison. That moment, Xavier walked in with his head lowered and sat across from him. With his hands folded, he looked at Reed Twist whose expression he could not decipher. “How does it feel to leave the prison tomorrow?” He asked respectfully while Reed’s heart suddenly felt heavy as he clenched his fist. All his mind screamed was revenge against what they had done to him. The thought of the reason he was in jail came running in his mind as he stared into space, trying his best not to let his anger get the best part of him because things could go downhill. Three years ago, he was about to get married to his fiancée, Sharon of seven ye

All eyes darted towards the homeless looking man who looked at them with eyes full of disdain while he took long strides towards them stilled. At first, the robbers were shocked that someone like him could dare to interfere in their business. No one dared to interrupt and they must also wait until they were done with their business before everyone could leave. Then, it turned to a sneer. The young lady feared that this homeless man could make things go worse as she signalled for him to leave in a panic so she could take care of them. However, he pretended as if he did not hear that as he tucked his hand in his ripped out jeans. “Let this woman go,” Reed said calmly, as if none of what was going on mattered to him. However, the leader got infuriated as he pointed his gun at him with a loud glare that threatened to scare off the next vehicle and the next who had seen what was going on in fear. “Who the hell do you think you are, huh?” He asked. Just as he was about to pull the tri

Such an ungrateful woman! Reed muttered with a sneer as he glared at the woman who did not seem like she would take it lightly with him. “How dare you? Do you know the implications of what you have done, you silly man?” Joanna yelled again, fisting as if she was about to rip him apart. However, at that moment, the old man's voice sufficed. “Anna?”Immediately, she stilled. Time seemed to stop. Her breath ceased as if it was stopped by a stronger force. That voice…. It was the same she had not heard in ages! Sickness was really a bastard! Slowly, she turned around only to see that her uncle had called her..With a gasp of excitement, she ended the live video and rushed towards the man and embraced him tightly, not caring about the man who had taken a minute out of his precious time to save him. “Uncle, I can't believe I would hear your voice again” She muttered, tears streaming her eyes with a smile while Reed scoffed coldly. Funny how a woman could change her emotions. Wasn't i

“My goodness!” A voice screamed out amidst gasps as they watched the men filled with terror, laid on their bodies in pain while they wondered what just happened to them. Only then did the residents begin to disperse till there was none left, secretly watching behind their curtains. What just happened? They could not help but wonder, scared of the strange, homeless man. Only then did Reed move towards his brother, his heart filled with sympathy. “Please don't hurt me too” He said with a whimper.The man shook his head gently, “It's me, Vincent. I'm back” The man said with sadness laced in his voice. Three years ago, his brother was full of life and now? They turned him into a broken, worthless man. All because of him! How dare they lay their filthy hands on his brother?He seethed as he watched his brother's eyes widen in shock. The man could not believe his eyes. “You're back?” Vincent asked while the man nodded. Only then did he help his brother on his knees while Vincent'

Half an hour later, Reed arrived at Cornell Snow's residence and stared at it from a distance. Blood money. Lavished items. Underrated Criminals. Were the thoughts that crept slowly into him as he scoffed. He watched wealthy men glide their expensive cars into the private white mansion. He'd been here once to deliver a set of files to Cornell when he was still his subordinate . But now, he was here for a different reason- to surprise them with his presence and ‘gift’. They dared to throw a party after what they did? The thought of the bodyguard, the old man he helped earlier, crept into him again and he shook his head. That would be too easy of a punishment to give to someone that tormented his brother for three years. THEY WOULD BEG ON THEIR KNEES!Sharon! Cornell! Just you wait until you see me. He thought, a malicious sneer tugged at the corner of his lips as he walked forward confidently with his hands roughly shoved into the pocket of his faded, cheap jeans. However, just