Chapter thirty one

Gilbert Kingston. Jeremy knew who he was before he introduced himself. The photographs did not do him justice. He was much more thin and unsightly in person.

His beards grew in all directions and his hair was a mess on top of his head, wrapped in a thick maroon bandana. Gilbert was holding a cigar much larger than his thin long fingers. His cheekbone was prominent, his face looked shrunken, his eyes sank deep into his face, making him look like an object of nightmares.

"Did I hear you say you are an heir to my father's inheritance?" He asked, his tone low and deadly, Jeremy could feel the hairs on his hand stand on end as the man spoke.

"You heard me, Gilbert." He replied boldly, despite the fact that he'd been overpowered by the three men and now made to kneel before Gilbert.

Gilbert sneered at him, throwing the cigar far away and puffing the smoke on his face. "Who do you think you are? Coming here and laying claims to my inheritance right in my face, you must have some guts!