Mabel stared at Arthur surprised. He had to be joking, right? He really couldn't be serious. What did he mean by "we don't have the money yet, do we?" Surely he couldn't still be considering coming up with underhanded ways of getting the money from the Bolton's after the massive fail of the kidnap plan, could he? She looked at him and took in his straight face. Was the man mad??!"I'm sorry what?" Mabel finally spoke up and Arthur leaned forward and clasped his hands before responding."Well, we teamed up for a reason and that reason was to achieve the common goal of making some good amount of money from the Bolton's and well, seeing how our first plan failed, we need to come up with a new plan to achieve our goal." he said and gave a shrug before he leaned back in his chair again."Arthur, is this some freaking joke??!" Mabel asked with her voice a notch higher than it had been. The man had to be freaking kidding her!!"No, Mabel, it's not "some freaking joke." I meant every sing
Mabel stared at Arthur but somehow felt like she wasn't looking at Arthur. She recognized his face to be Arthur's but she had never seen him wear a facial expression like the one he wore at the moment and she had also never seen him with the look in his eyes. He looked borderline deranged. He held her gaze in an intense glare and his mouth held a sinister grin. The man before her looked maniacal and she felt deeply unsettled and scared. He looked like he could harm her greatly if she made the wrong move and she knew he could sense her fear because as he stared at her his grin widened and she felt like he would make a good job of giving a maniacal laugh if he tried to at that moment. She wanted nothing more but to have this man as far away from her as possible and she wanted it really soon. She felt like she could panic if he was still so in her space in the next few seconds. If she was just a girl in a book or a movie then the doorbell would go off at that instant and he would have t
It had been almost a week since the last meeting between Mabel Sanders and Arthur McDoyle and the latter was in his house preparing to head out to execute the first step in their plan; the shooting of Richard Bolton. Two days back, he had illegally obtained a Sako TRG 22/42 gun to use for the mission and it was at that moment well packed and ready to go in a bag on his couch. He had chosen to go with an all brown outfit for the mission just for the sake of going against the norms. He was dressed in a pair of brown cargo pants, a brown t-shirt and a brown leather jacket. He was putting his gloves in his pocket when his phone rang and he turned to look at it. It was Mabel Sanders. He rolled his eyes. What did she want? She had better not be calling to try to convince him to change his mind again. They were going to go forward and execute his plan and that was final! He reached out to grab his phone and accept the call then he took the phone to his ear."Yeah?" he said gruffly."Hi Art
On the roof of the building from which he has just shot Richard Bolton a few seconds ago, Arthur McDoyle brought out a small paper envelope from the pocket of his brown cargo pants, opened it and smiled at the content; what better way was there to seal the deal than planting direct evidence against Chris Bolton at the scene?? He could almost laugh at his brilliance. He was a freaking genius. He looked back to where there was still a commotion around Richard Bolton. The bastard had lost consciousness and his guards were in the process of getting him back into the vehicle. Wait. Why was no one looking around to know where the bullet had been fired from?? That was not right. He needed to get their attention so they would head to where he was at that moment to retrieve the gun. Quickly, he took another shot at the vehicle but missed and that finally had one of the guards turning around as he tried to identify where the shots were being fired from. The plan had been for him to fire one sho
Haven just been informed that Richard was in a critical position condition as the bullet had barely missed his heart, Thomas Bolton balled his hands into really tight fists which shook with rage as he seethed in anger. "The doctors are still trying to get him to a stable state and they're sure they can help him," Ralph said when he saw Thomas Bolton's reaction. He knew his words were wasted though. Thomas Bolton would chase me whoever had done this right down to hell once he discovered their identity. No one ever went after Thomas Bolton without getting badly burnt in return. Whoever had done this to the young sir Richard had just made the biggest misstep of their entire life and the chances that they would live for much longer to tell their story, were very slim. Whoever it was had a 99.999% chance of dying once Thomas Bolton discovered it to their identity. Ralph had huge doubts that his boss actually loved the young sir Richard but he did know for a fact that his boss hated to fe
Chris Bolton bolted up in the hammock and stared at the headline which had popped up on his notification bar few seconds ago. "Thomas Bolton: Back to Being Without an Heir?" What the hell was that about?? Had something happened to Richard?? He quickly tapped on the notification and was directed to the news site where he quickly ran his eye through the story. Shit. Richard had been shot and was apparently in critical condition because the bullet had barely missed his heart. That wasn't good at all. Yes, Richard had betrayed him but he didn't want him dead. Not satisfied with just reading the story, Chris got out of the hammock hurried into his room where he grabbed the remote controller and powered his TV then scrolled through the channels to find any news channel that was covering the story. He found one eventually and stood rooted to the spot and watched as Richard stepped out of the car, only to be shot straight in the chest few seconds later. As he watched, the Richard on screen cl
Thomas Bolton hurriedly changed out of his indoor joggers and t-shirt and into a black flannel shirt and a pair of black jean trousers. When he was done with all his preparations, he took a quick look out the mirror before heading out of his room and heading back to the lounge where the prudent guards whose name he just realized he didn't know, was still waiting for him. He walked into the lounge and the guard immediately bolted out of his chair and remained standing even as Thomas walked up to him. This guard just kept displaying more and more fine levels of prudence. Thomas walked up to where he had left his phone on the chair and grabbed it then turned to face the guard who was still standing."You can go on and take your sit," Thomas said and the guard responded with a "yes sir" and proceeded to retake his sit. Thomas was going to explain to him again about how he had to head to the hospital and how the guard had to watch the gun until the cop came and even then, oversee the cop
As Thomas Bolton's convoy pulled up into the parking lot of the hospital, Thomas' phone rang on his leg and he looked at it - it was the cop he had called to go pick up the hair strand. "Have you picked it up now?" He asked as soon as he took the phone to his ear. "Yes," the cop replied gruffly."Good." Thomas said then asked "How long is it going to take before the results are ready?" "At least 4-5 days," the cop responded nonchalantly and Thomas almost snapped at him. The hell he would wait for '4-5 days'!!!! He wanted those results as soon as possible. "That's too far. I want them sooner," Thomas said. "Well, I'll try my best to get them for you in three days, but you're going to have to double my fee." the cop said with the same nonchalance. "I''ll triple it if you get me the damned results in two days," Thomas said and hung up without waiting for a reply. He knew the cop would get him the results soon because that was what dirty cops like himself did; they sang for t