Allen couldn't explain the recent happenings, it was as if he was no longer in the real world. "I think I need to get myself checked." He said as he stood up from his bed in his bedroom. "Or maybe I should take a break. I feel like I'm seeing things that are not there. Or could be because my sister is missing?!" He asked himself but shook his head at the realization, that that wasn't the cause of it. "I need to see a therapist first, these people are causing me to go crazy," Allen said and stood up, he had instructed everyone earlier to stay out of his way and not to bother him, he knew that someone was going to flout that order that was he put his phone on DND. He grabbed his phone and his keys and made his way out of his house, hoping that he wasn't going to run into Jessica. A lot of thoughts were running concurrently through his head and he had to clear them all out so he could focus solely on just finding his sister without distractions and making the perpetrators pay for eve
Allen turned into another corner and when the car followed him again, he was satisfied that the car was following him. While driving the car, he took out his phone and started sending texts out to his men, his concentration was divided, half on the road and half on his phone. "Hey what's up," Allen said into the phone as soon as the person on the end picked up the call. "I've got a few pests trailing behind me, I need you to take care of them," Allen said and ended the call, but then picked the phone up again and dialed the same number. "Just follow the tracker and trace me down here, I'm going to take another turn, I don't know where I'm going." He said. "Okay, boss." The man on the other end said and Allen dropped the call. Allen continued driving not minding if the cars were still trailing behind him. But he wondered who must have been stupid to follow him during the day and make him aware of it. He made up his mind to make his way to the therapist whether his men take care o
Allen was greeted by the angry gaze of the client whom he met in The therapist's office earlier. "It's about time!" The woman said and angrily stomped her way inside the house. Allen hadn't moved away from the door when he heard the same woman shout. "So this is what this is about, you sent me out and decided to attend to the man just because of money!" And in minutes, the woman was storming out of the office and walking past Allen who just stared at her blankly. He shook his head and continued making his way to the exit, he didn't notice that he had gotten to the reception already and it was the voice of the receptionist that brought him back to reality. "How did your session go, Mr Allen?" The receptionist asked in a voice that was loud enough for everyone around to hear her. "It went well," Allen replied, a bit embarrassed on her behalf, and walked away immediately, he didn't want to entertain any more questions from her. As soon as Allen got into his car, he began to ponder o
As soon as the man let out a scream, Allen spat out the gin onto the man's ear, causing him to fall to the ground and wriggle in immense pain. "Please, please, I'll talk...I swear I'll talk!" The second man still sitting blurted out, that he didn't want to have the same fate as his partner. "Just don't cut off my ears, I'll swear I'll talk!" The man added and now, there was fear in his eyes as he tried scooting away from Allen. "No way." Allen said, you all had your chances, it's time for me to torture you." "No, please, I beg of you, I don't want you to cut my ears off, please. I'm going to tell you everything that I know." The man said and began to visibly shiver, his eyes were darting in terror from Allen to his partner on the ground. Allen stood up and stared him hard in the face. "You had your chance, I'm not going to give you another." "Please, sir. Just another chance, I'm ready to speak." Allen looked at him again for a longer period and took a sip from the gin as
"Please sir, I feel very sorry for what I did, but please sir, do you promise not to kill me?" The man asked as Buff began to untie the rope around his body. "Promises are debt young man and I'm not in the place to owe anyone!" Allen said to him. "Besides you wouldn't have been sorry if you and your partner had successfully kidnapped me and taken me to Don Martin, now would you?" Allen asked sarcastically. "Now that reminds me, how much did Don Martin promise to pay you two?" Allen asked but the man was reluctant to tell him. "You're not willing to speak, should I get the scissors then?" Allen asked and a sly smile crept into his face. "No, no sir, please not the scissors. He promised to pay us two million dollars, sir!" The man said and Buff loosened the final rope from his body and kept his distance but the man remained on the floor. "Two million dollars, well that's poor, is that how cheap he thinks I'm worth, that he's paying hoodlums just two million dollars to have me kidn
"Just make another turn and we'll be there in no time." The kidnapper said. Allen gave him a hateful look before he turned back and kept his eyes on the road. Allen took out his phone to check if there was any update about his sister being found. He couldn't find any, so he turned his phone back off in anger and sank back into his seat, he closed his eyes and curled his fists into a ball. "When I get my hand on those idiots who took you, I'm so going to punish them and make them beg for their deaths!" Allen said under his breath. "Did you say something boss?" Buff asked, his eyes darting from a furious-looking Allen to the road. "No I wasn't talking to you, just focus on driving," Allen said to him and looked out the window. "There, we're almost at the downtown area." The kidnapper announced and caused Allen to look up ahead. "About time!" Allen said and Buff began to slow down. "Why are you suddenly slowing down?" Allen asked, voicing his surprise. "So that I can note of thi
It didn't take up to a moment for Allen to realize that he had been set up. "You bloody bastard!" Allen seethed as he clenched his teeth. He was about to go after Phillip when one of the men held him by his arms, preventing him from going further. "Let me go you bloody fools!" Allen yelled and tried breaking the man's hold around his arm but his efforts were in vain. Buff tried running to Allen's rescue when another man grabbed him from behind. The man was about the same size as Buff so it was very easy for Buff to overpower the man and throw him onto the floor. He ran toward Allen and elbowed the man holding tightly to Allen across his face. The man grunted in pain and fell to the floor. "Shit!" The man cursed under his breath as he felt blood dripping from the corner of his eye. "Don't let them escape..." The man muttered as he tried getting up but he felt a pang of pain shoot through his face and it caused him to fall back onto the floor. "Let's get out of here quickly boss!"
Allen walked through the door, with Buff trailing slowly behind him. "Boss, I don't think you should be going inside without finding out what is in there first," Buff said and was starting to feel scared because the whole place was darker than the dungeon itself and none of them knew what must be lurking in the corners. "Allen, I think we should go back now!" Buff said, he wanted to run back out but he couldn't because he was eager to see what was behind the door. "I can sense something in here!" Allen said and stopped abruptly in his tracks. "Then let's go back out, whatever it is, it could be dangerous," Buff informed him but Allen didn't seem to be listening to whatever was being said. "Boss?" Buff called again and he even had to tap him on the shoulder but still, Allen didn't flinch. "I can sense it in here, I thought I had lost it but it's in here, how is it in here?" Allen said to himself. "What is in here?" Buff asked, turning to face Allen but Allen kept his head up ahe