Mister Owens looks like he has seen a ghost, his jaw is on the ground. Angus provided him with no information about Matilda, or her family, so Mister Owens didn't really make any connection. He can't believe that Angus, his boss, is being led to the end of the table, close to the noise of the kitchen. Mister Owens almost loses his manners and bows to Angus, but thanks God that he can hold himself. His hands are in tight fists, that's just how much restraint he has to put on himself. He looks around and notices that everyone has seen this strange reaction from him, so he clears his throat and smiles at everyone. "Sorry for my behavior, this young man looks like one of the young men I worked with years ago, but it can't be him because the boy in question died." He explains himself. "Well, there are seven billion of us on the face of this planet, I'm sure God tends to run out of faces after a while." Mister Moore jokes. A few people laugh and Angus immediately puts himself togeth
Lorenzo and Joanna meet up at one of the top restaurants in the city. Although they have been staying in the city close to the town, to aid Angus whenever he needs them, they hardly have met up casually. Joanna holds a grudge against him because, from the moment that she sits at the table with him, she has kept her eyes glued on the menu, avoiding talking or looking at him. "What's the use of a meeting if we are not going to even speak to each other?" He sighs. "Hmm, I thought we were supposed to be eating." She turns the menu. "What good is talking supposed to do for us?" "I can't believe that you are behaving as if I was the one who asked to go after Matilda." Lorenzo looks at her with a frown. "I warned you not to!" She slaps the menu on the tables and faces him with a glare. "Not everything has to be about you." She snorts. "Stop flattering yourself." "Oh, it does. Especially when I have to clean up your mess." He says to her. "Fuck you, Lorenzo." She tells him. A few p
"Whoever it is that has the guts to take the business of the town to the military!" Mister Moore goes off. Angus is driving him back from mass – for whatever reason, this man chose to attend mass this evening. (It's probably because of Jade's father, he wants to appear to be more devoted.) Angus can't keep up with the man's angry bursts as he curses out whoever it was that called the military on him. It's his town! Why and what do they want from it?! What have they done to make it better?! Fucking dickheads. Angus looks at them through the mirror, the man is swelling with anger about the issue, and Angus is afraid that he might burst. "Do you need me to stop at the car shop, sir?" Angus looks at him through the mirror. "You said you wanted to pick up a new model…" "Not today, Angus." He waves it off. "We can do it another day." Angus nods and keeps driving. If not for patience and how badly he wants to achieve his goal, this man is so insufferable. Angus' phone rings, it's Mat
Angus had no idea that Mister Moore had been ordered to look for him, no idea in the world. This man is still trying to kill him?! After he has taken out his entire family? How wicked can this man be?! "Sir, it's a long process, but I am slowly getting close to it." Mister Moore says. "I will find him, I promise you that."El Salvador hums as he stands up to his feet. He is wearing simple, but very expensive clothes. His slippers are woven with gold threads and his Arabian robe is made from expensive silk. The leader of the guards comes into the room, holding his gun behind him."Mister Moore…" "Yes, my lord." "Do you realize how long that I have sorted to end that bloodline?" He walks casually to the window, staring at the night sky. Angus keeps his blood boiling on the inside of him. Staying still while he hears this man talk his nonsense has to be one of the hardest things that he has ever had to do. He keeps his arms clasped in front of him to avoid them turning into fists
By the next morning, a new profile had been fixed for Angus.Early before even Matilda could have woken up to go to work, he had already gotten ready and gone over to drive her father to El Salvador's house. The sky is still dark, the early morning breeze is chilly and uncomfortable. Angus gets to the house, but he keeps the engine of the car running, or else he is going to freeze to death. He sends Mister Moore a quick text and he remains in the car. In five minutes, Mister Moore walks out of the house in a heavy coat, Angus is surprised that the man is leaving his house very early. Angus wants to get out of the car, but Mister Moore gets into the front seat. "Good morning, sir." Angus greets his in-law. "Oh, son, I don't think there is anything good about the fucking morning." He mutters. "I would have stayed in my damn bed if El freaking Salvador wasn't the one I am going to meet." Angus says nothing in between the man's complaints. He puts the key back in. "Should I driv
Angus' forehead creases with worry immediately. He steps on the gas so as not to jump the light. There are a few cars in front of them. He looks at Mister Moore in the mirror, the man looks stressed, but it's nothing compared to what Angus is feeling inside. He is tapping his feet on the ground and also hitting his kneecap. "How the fuck am I supposed to do that? Mister Owens is probably on an oath, he can't say anything!" "Maybe El Salvador would understand?""Yes, after he has put a bullet in my head!" He sighs. Mister Moore is sighing over and over again, his shallow breathing fills the car. Angus doesn't pity him, he chose to eat with the devil and now he is going to have to face the consequences. Angus clears his throat and starts to drive again, as the lights have turned green. "So, what are you going to do now, sir?" Angus asks. "It seems that you have been caught in a difficult situation." "Find a way to get Owens to meet up with El Salvador, that's it." Mister Moor
Matilda takes all her stuff and puts it into her bag. It's 3 o'clock, the end of another work day. She is exhausted and ready to head back home. She says goodbye to a few of her colleagues and walks out of the exit. She is not like most of them who like to catch up on gossip after work, or the others who want to take the hot girls on dates, she just wants to go home. She doesn't find a taxi, so she starts to trek down the road. She is surely going to see one, but she is just going to keep walking for now. She takes out her wary piece and puts it into her ear. She is humming a favorite tone from "Bad Blood", one of her favorite songs by Taylor Swift. She doesn't notice it right away, but a black jeep has slowed down beside her. She takes out the earpiece out of her ears again and she sees that Jonathan is getting out of the car. The relaxed look on her face goes away immediately. Jonathan apologized for his absurd behavior towards her, but it hasn't just been the same with the
"What the hell are you talking about?!" Angus growls. What does this clown, Jonathan, mean by that? Matilda? Kidnapped? By who? Why?Angus is so mad right now, he is gripping the phone with so much force. "I don't know, sir, I even got shot," Jonathan says. "I tried my best, I am sorry. I have to be taken to the hospital immediately, I'm losing blood. The police have just arrived though." Angus ends the call immediately and puts his phone into his pocket. The police? What are they supposed to do? Whoever it is that has taken her, he knows that the police can't help the situation. He has just driven his father-in-law to the company where Zach owns and works at. He walks into the building with anger and walks past the perplexed secretary. He walks straight into the office, ignoring the woman who is yelling at him to stop. Mister Moore and Zach are sitting in the office and speaking to each other. They stop as soon as they see Angus, almost irritated by their presence. Angus dro