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BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT
°°° The Wall °°° • Central City, Philadelphia • After he moved out of the white mansion, Boris Romanoff, along with the three underlings he had hand-selected, moved into an apartment a good number of streets away from the mansion. Boris had gotten them to arm themselves and put them out on the street to gather information, sending the most trusted of the three to check up on his cover family. He had subconsciously come to like Kate, so checking up on her was only routine. He had been doing it with a two-day interval since he woke up from his coma. He would send one or two people to check up on her and then nod at whatever report they gave. On the surface, it looked like he was monitoring them, as a husband-to-be would normally do. But this was part of the act, as he was trying to keep his actual family safe and off the radar of anyone and everyone he worked for and with. This included the White Cross, especially Wade Waller. After the threat from Wade Waller, Bori
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER FIFTY NINE
°°° Bull's Bane °°° Edwin roared and charged at the immobile and wheezing Sean, then threw himself at the lad to spear him into unconsciousness. "It seems the match is over," Dave said with a disappointed tone as Edwin made the charge. "Uh... don’t be so sure about that just yet!" Nelson, the commentator in the middle said with a surprised chuckle as the whole crowd gasped and erupted into a loud uproar. "What? What happened?" Dave raised his head in confusion. "Let’s see playback," Jemma said in haste. She was enjoying the look of disappointment on her colleague’s face when the upheaval of cheers began, so she also didn’t see what had happened. Viewing the scene in slow motion, as Edwin shot forward and was in midair, unable to stop, pause, or do anything to save himself, the practically unconscious Sean suddenly raised his right leg, pulled it back, and pumped it forward, slamming his feet into the flying bull’s face. The slowed motion showed the flailing motion of t
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SIXTY
°°° Trust °°° • Kingsley Street, Northwest Philadelphia • -Colonel William’s Residence- Before Sean left on Sunday, he had met with the Colonel, and they’d had a little chat about the future. Sean had further explained what Karen had already told her granddad. With his mother’s situation, it was a fact that his future was in his hands. He had very few options, and all of them seemed to require him to be a working man. He didn’t like the idea of dropping out of school, nor did he like the idea of leaving school for an entire session to find something to do, make, and save enough money to take care of his mother and his fees for the next few years of his life. His father, of course, had left enough to take care of his education even through college, but it was all inaccessible till he turned eighteen, plus, three-thirds of it had already been booked. Although the Crest Care hospital management had collectively decided to slash off 45 percent of the bills as a bribe
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SIXTY ONE
°°° Ironies °°° • Central City, Philadelphia • The Uber that the Colonel with a patch of gray hair above his right brow had ordered drove to a stop in front of the white painted building that belonged to the Orange Wing of the White Cross. Alighting the vehicle, Colonel William looked at the building for a while, then he tsked, shook his head, and walked past it. Two houses down the street, he walked up to the porch and knocked softly. After a couple seconds, the door opened without noise. And behind the door was a lady. Looking to be in her early fifties, the lady had a beautiful and welcoming smile, shoulder-length black hair, and a patch of gray hairs above her right brow, just like Colonel Williams’s. Her eyes were so blue, they looked black. Although the wrinkles showed her age, her quite chubby cheeks held steady. "Good morning, Colonel John," she said, greeting him and gesturing for him to step in. "Colonel Jennifer," he replied with a smile and, without stand
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SIXTY TWO
°°° Guilt of Love °°° Opening his eyes Colonel Williams found himself on the bed of his host, his arms wrapped around her body. He smiled and placed a gentle kiss on her neck. He looked up at the ceiling and allowed his thoughts to wander, allowing himself to explore his feelings at the moment. His eyes suddenly widened as he remembered something. He had promised Karen that he was going to get back home in time to watch Sean’s Inner Ring battle. "Oh crap," he whispered as he turned his head to the alarm clock on Colonel Jennifer’s lampstand. It was already a quarter after nine in the night. "How could I have let my guard down so easily?" he grumbled and rushed out of her bed to put on his clothes. After gathering his things, the Colonel quickly but silently left the room, trying not to wake Colonel Jennifer. Running to the living room, he quickly put on his suit again. In a few minutes, he was done and was about to open the door when he heard someone clear their throat
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SIXTY THREE
°°° Dirty Old Man °°° • Kingsley Street, Northwest Philadelphia • Sitting outside, on the porch, Karen was unable to sit still for very long. Every vehicle that drove past their gate would result in her raising her head, but each time, she would bow her head in disappointment. She looked at her phone, and it was already a couple minutes to ten. The curfew that was announced earlier today was to commence at 10:00. With only ten minutes left, it was no surprise that for the past fifteen minutes, no vehicles had passed by. She wiped her face of the tears and stood up, ready to go inside. Any hope she had about her grandfather returning home tonight was gone; maybe it was hanging on by a worn-out thread, but that thread was about to snap. All she could do was hope that he had been pulled over by the cops or had decided to spend the night at his Colonel friend’s place after he found out about the curfew, but the fact that he hadn’t called made her doubt her only hope. S
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR
°°° Watch Your Tongue °°° • Central City, Philadelphia • The early hours of Tuesday morning were oddly misty. The howling winds were an uncommon phenomenon during the summer. In a rented apartment with the three fellows he had picked to keep him company, the bald Russian mafia boss, Boris Romanoff, sat in the living room watching the news with a cup of hot chocolate in his hand. "Good morning boss," the blonde Russell greeted me as he entered the living room. On the table, Boris had littered a number of newspapers, all of which held a similar headline, the same as the news highlight the newscaster was breaking down. The topic of the attack was a number of military personnel. "Who the fuck is dumb enough to attack the military, though?" Russell laughed and sat down. "I mean, don’t they realize that they would be starting a war with the government?" I mean, these aren’t cops. The government will definitely be pressured to act. "Whoever ordered the attacks and the ones tha
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE
°°° Order of Death; A Life of Billions °°° • Central City, Philadelphia • -Colonel Jennifer’s Residence- Sitting at the dining table, the Colonel, with shoulder-length black hair and a patch of gray hairs above her right brows, just like Colonel Williams’s, had her blue eyes focused expectantly on the wall clock. Her facial expression showed that something was on her mind—something she was unhappy about. The clock struck three fifty-five pm, and she picked up the bronze jewelry box beside her, took out a silver ring with an oddly large blue gem that had an alluring radiance to it, and pushed her middle finger into it. "The days of strife are done; the peace of the great darkness is nigh," she chanted with a frail and ghostly tone. Immediately, the entire house became so silent that it could drive a person mad. It was peaceful but traumatic. The light in the house slowly dimmed. The light bulbs and even the sunlight that was peeping through the windows slowly dimmed til
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