The old man looked at him like he'd lost his mind. And maybe he had, but Jeremy did not care, he wanted answers, and he did not find the length he had to get to to find those answers. Outside the small cottage, he looked back at the man. He could see the sadness in his eyes, the bitterness, the hate, and the pain. He almost did not want to believe that his search for the inheritance had left him so broken. "Why can't you have your family back? Are they still in danger? Do you still believe you're in danger?" He asked. Fred modded, "I don't think, Jeremy, I know that they still have their eyes on me, I have to be careful, I have to watch my steps or I'll make one wrong move and they'll come for me again," he said with a dejected look, "Coming here to find me was a bad idea." He said. "Then come with me back to California, I know I can make sure you're safe there." Jeremy offered. Fred shook his head, "No, this isn't a battle, I'll fight it to the end." He decided firmly. "What
The secretary looked at him with wide eyes, he could overhear the man on the other end of the call and he was curious. "What is going on, Sir?" The young man asked. Jeremy hissed as the phone disconnected, and the caller hung up. "You have no idea who sent these letters?" He asked, his tone icy. If there was one thing that Jeremy disliked, it was being baited, it was being drawn out and made to feel like prey, he did not come from a family of prey. The young secretary shook his head, "I don't know who sent it, a delivery was made early in the morning, the box was addressed to your name." He said and gestured to the envelopes that had his name boldly written on them. "How many of these have you gotten?" He asked, the secretary rummaged through his suitcase and finally sighed, he retrieved his diary and looked at it, "There's been a delivery of thirteen packages sir, but the letters are just six, and since you haven't been available to take them, I decided to take it home to you
Jeremy could hear the fear in the driver's voice. "We're being ambushed!" He yelled and reached out to grab his phone and call the cops. But immediately, the driver's door was opened from outside and he was roughly drawn out. "Please!" He yelled as he was thrown to the bonnet of the car and told to remain there."We want nothing to do with you, we don't want to hurt you at all, but that depends on you. Now take your car and get out of here." One of the masked men ordered. The driver nodded frantically, he was short of breath and literally gasping. "Please...don't hurt us, I'm sure you have the wrong man, just let us__" he stammered but the masked man cut him in before he could complete that statement. "I don't quite think you heard me, there is no 'us' in this, man." He said and went to the driver's seat where Jeremy was still seated and led him out, taking him to the side of the vehicle and having two men hold him in place. Jeremy did not struggle, he had a fair idea what the en
Jeremy did not have to wait any longer. From the way that Venom's eyes shifted and the way he suddenly looked restless, it was clear that he was considering the offer. "How do I know you're not bluffing?" He asked, his eyes widened to frighten Jeremy. Jeremy simply shrugged, "Why not find out?" He asked with a smirk plastered on his face. Venom hissed, he looked at the henchman by his side, the tall man was suddenly very interested in the conversation, he'd heard $50 million and he knew too well that he'd gotten less than half of that for the job. If Jeremy wanted to pay double, that would be absurd, an absurd blessing that they needed. "Listen, don't try to mess with us, we have been hired by very powerful people and we won't hesitate to deal with you," Venom said and the henchman nodded. "Don't try to be funny, we know you can't afford $100 million, stop bluffing." He said, but his eyes spoke of some sort of hope that maybe Jeremy truly had the money and would pay them double.
There was ruckus downstairs, Jeremy could hear it from all the way up, he could hear the heavy footfalls of his workers as they rushed up the stairs. "What's this riot?" Jeremy asked, pissed at the secretary for disturbing his already stressed thoughts. "Sir, the men have refused to leave, the security men can't throw them out." The secretary replied. Jeremy said, "I'm coming, tell everyone to be calm." He said and took his suit from the back rest of his chair, throwing it in. The secretary rushed down and told the workers to be calm, that their CEO was coming down soon. Jeremy had a fair idea what was happening, he knew it had to be related to Venom, perhaps, the man had double crossed him and took money from his original source to disclose the location of his office, he knew criminals could not be trusted, honor amongst thieves was only in the books. Downstairs, he could see his staff peeking out of their offices and stalls, some frozen on by the elevator threshold. "Yo
The moon was just beginning to cast its faint glow, there was darkness over the street and the alley across was a den of shadows. Jeremy struggled as the bag came over his head, he leaped away from their hold and tried to remove the bag but he wasn't fast enough, one of the men pulled him to his arms and clutched him, his embrace so tight from behind that he paralyzed his arms. It was time to stop struggling and think, he knew that the building was empty, his secretary had just left minutes ago and no one was going to hear him scream into the night, he had to be smart. Jeremy suddenly kept calm, he tried to relax his muscles although adrenaline was coursing through him like a stimulant. The men pulled him into the limousine hurriedly, they snatched his phone and pulled off his earbud. Before Jeremy could yell, a cloth was shoved into his mouth and tied behind his head. "We have him secured, boss." One of the men in the car said as they drove off. In the car, Jeremy wondered
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!
Gilbert stared, awed at how his safe and secret island was being invaded. "Where are the security men outside? How could they not know this was happening?" He thundered. Butcher and the tall man could not say anything, they were trembling fearfully. "They've all been overpowered, sir," Butcher replied as he tried to reach out to the guards on his Communication system and came up with nothing. "Impossible, no one can come to this island without me being notified, someone must have sold us out, who is it? Who betrayed me?" He asked angrily and the men all backed away from their boss. Trevor had very terrible anger issues and they'd faced his wrath enough to know that he was to be avoided once in that mood. "Boss, it doesn't matter, we need to leave." One of the men said as he saw that the chopper had landed right by the house and the soldiers were heading up the stairs. Trevor shook his head, grabbed hold of Jeremy, and said, "We have him hostage, if they want him alive then they wi