It had been two days since old man Lewis died and the house was full of visitors and mourners. They had come to condole with the family for the loss of the head of the family.Brian, his father Richard, his mother Shannon and his sister Sarah, were at the main gates welcoming visitors. They were so sad after the death of the old man that they were inconsolable. Anyone who came to the house could see that. John, Samantha's father, Susan, his wife, Samantha, Tara and Patricia, arrived in their Jaguar to join with the rest of the family because they too, had been bereaved.Brian was the first to burst out at their arrival, "what are you people doing here? You didn't appreciate grandpa when he was alive and now you are here? Go away!" He bellowed and that caught the attention of those who were gathered there.What's wrong cousin? Having a guilty conscience?" Party asked and that left Brian speechless."What are you talking about? what do you mean?" Shannon asked in the defence of her son
Out of the first vehicle, came Brian in all his glory. He was followed by a few policemen and since Tyson had done his homework on the city before he came back, he identified the one on Brian's side as the deputy supritendant of the LA police department. Tyson smiled slyly because like he had guessed, he knew that it was getting interesting. The door to the second vehicle opened and out came a man dressed in all black like a bodyguard and he rushed to the trunk where he produced a wheelchair. He came round to the door with it and he carried a man who was heavily bandaged and it was clear that he had a long way to go before he could be fully healed. Only the face wasn't bandaged though it had bruises and it was hard to recognise John Warren. If it wasn't Tyson's handiwork, he would also have had a hard time identifying the man. "Hello cousin? Oh, I see your trash of a husband is here. Listen, it is time you came to your senses. As the head of the Lewis family which you clearly belo
From beginning to end, Brian stood there not knowing what was happening. The events unfolding before him were like scenes in a thriller movie and he wondered how come Samantha was so lucky. He also wondered why Seth Miller should be so interested in her. First it was giving her the capital to run the showroom at Sarit Business Park and now this? Never for once did it occur to him that it wasn't for Samantha but for Tyson. He had forgotten the altercation he had with Tyson at Intercontinental Hotel that cost him his hard earned membership at the hotel. He stood there and watched as Tyson and Samantha were led into a military vehicle, the three beaten men were put in his vehicle by two soldiers and they drove away, the delivery lorry they were trying to steal was also driven away by soldiers and the vehicles left in a convoy. He was left there alone with a heavily bandaged John Warren. That was when he looked at John and realised that he should have played his cards better but here
Samantha walked into that room preceded by Seth Miller and her behind flagged by Clara Mason. The sight that met her eyes was Shannon complaining to her husband and John Warren sitting on a lone chair on the far end of the table with a man who seemed like his assistant.When the people in the room saw her, they fell silent. Brian, who was seated at the head of the table, spoke first, "you, what are you doing here. So mother was right?" No one spoke or looked at him as Samantha turned to Seth Miller. "Mr Miller, thank you so much. I will take it from here," she said with a smile and Seth Miller bowed a little. "It's okay Mrs Gray. If you need anything, I will be waiting outside," he said with a smile. "No need. I am sure Clara here can handle everything. So, go do your thing. I will call you when I am done here," she said and that earned a smile from Clara. "Definitely sir. You don't need to worry," she said to Seth Miller and led him to the door and closed it behind him. Clara
Flashback "How do I look? Do you think I look okay? How will they take me?" Samantha was talking to Tyson although she didn't give him enough time to answer the questions she was throwing at him. She was looking at herself in the long wardrobe mirror as she straightened her dress here and there though it was already perfect. She was wearing a knee scarlet dress that had a slit at the back. The slit showed just a bit of the back of the knees but left the rest to imagination. Her perfect long straight legs were flowing down to black high heels that weren't so high. They were comfortable and gave her that next executive look. Her neck was adorned in a black silk scarf that was tied into a bow at the right side of the neck and her long flowing hair fell perfectly around her shoulders. The whole look was topped with a long ladies coat that went down below the dress she was wearing and she had a clutch handbag that held a tube of lipstick, pieces of tissue, and her phone. On the table
By the time Samantha and Clara were getting to the lobby, Tyson was there waiting for them. "What are you doing here? I thought you were planning on the moving?" Samantha asked with a smile as she was happy to see him. This man, since they met that day she had been drugged by Sarah, he had been the anchor in her life. He was the reason she was a mother and now, he had made her life turn around. He was the reason why she was smiling today and the reason why Tara was always happy. When Samantha gave birth to Tara, everyone laughed at her calling her an abandoned wife. The only thing that kept her going was Tyson's promise that he would come back. She kept on holding to that promise even when her mother pressured her to get married to another man. When Tara was of the age of enrolling to school and she joined kindergarten, she would, more often than not, come home crying. She would always always say that other children would laugh at her because she had no daddy. This was because
Tyson, Jordan, Clara and several other of his men were in a rundown godown. This building was in the Skid Row Area of LA. It was never used but what people didn't know was that it was the LA headquarters of the Dragon Regiment. Underneath the godown was a twenty story building that housed offices, dungeons, a firearm special production unit, a full armoury with any weapon one could think of and what everyone called 'the Captain's lair'. These were the two lowest floors of the building. No one, except their captain had access to them. If anyone was taken to that lair, they knew that that person would never be found again. The entrances and exits of this underground building were scattered all over the city. The first one was from a barber shop that was run by the Regiment but no one knew that. The second one was through the go down but no one usually used it because the godown was full of the fiercest 'homeless' of LA. Another one was through a laundry mart that was also run by th
"What to hell!" Sam screamed as he fell on his knees. "You can threaten me all you want but never touch or say anything about my family. Aren't you surprised why you are here? It's because you dared help this idiot touch her," Tyson spoke as he pointed at Brian but he still kept his gaze at the now kneeling man who was holding the hand that feeds as facing the other way. Tyson held him again and twisted the arm. Sam screamed a blood curdling scream but by the time Tyson was done, the arm was back in position and it was no longer painful. "Works like magic, doesn't it?" Tyson asked as he held Sam's other hand and twisted. The man, who had an amazed look a moment ago, was now writhing in pain once again. "Fuuuuck!" He screamed and Clara was the one who spoke."Language! There is a lady in the house," she said and it was one of the soldiers who laughed and looked at her. "You still consider yourself a lady?" He joked and that earned him a fake frown from her. "Ouch! That hurt!" Sh