Thomas Bolton ended a call and hurried out of his lounge and headed straight to his room where he hurriedly changed out of his indoor clothes of a grey T-shirt, a pair or black sweatpants and a black robe and into a pair of black pants, a black dress and wjdb a navy blue blazer then he hurriedly attended to his hair and put on some perfume and hurriedly walked to his door where he paused for a moment to try to compose himself and school his features into their normal state of not giving away his emotions. When he was sure he had everything under control he calmly opened the door and walked out calmly like he wasn't in any sort of hurry whatsoever. I'm the same manner he walked downstairs and out the door and straight into his vehicle which was waiting in the middle of six escort vehicles then the convoy pulled out of the driveway and joined the stream of vehicles on the road. It had been four days since Richard had been shot and Thomas had just been called almost an hour ago with the
"I think i'm going to turn in for the night," Monica said as she slid out of her stool at the kitchen counter of the Bolton's Mansion. She had adjusted since her last blowout but she was still somewhat withdrawn. Her other three companions wished her a goodnight and watched her departing from as she walked away but Chris' gaze lingered longer and Rose and Sarah exchanged a look and small smiles."I still haven't gotten used to seeing you here at night," Chris said to Sarah when he eventually turned back to face the ladies still sitted at the counter. "I'm surprised you could get away from all your responsibilities, Ms. Gang Leader," he said."For the thousandth time Chris Bolton, the gang was only so serious when killing you was my aim, I mean, why not? Do you know how powerful your dad is? I needed a lot to go up against that!" Sarah said "Yes, my men are still loyal to me and I still have to show an iron fist every now and then but it's really not that deep, at least not anymore.
ABOUT AN HOUR AGO...Monica walked away from the kitchen quietly and feeling a little gloom. She hadn't really been ready to go to bed, but since her little outburst the other day she had always felt embarrassed around the others and had always looked for ways and excuses to escape hanging out with the group or being around them for too long. Yes, she had apologized to them and they had said it was fine and they had even done their best to let her see that all was cool but she still felt so silly and embarrassed around them because of the real reason behind her outburst. Yes, Chris might be clueless about the real reason behind her outburst but the other two ladies were most likely not. If Sarah had walked in on Chris' call to Mabel the other day, then she certainly was aware and if Sarah was, the chances of Rose being aware were way above fifty. Although neither of them had mentioned it or let on that they knew, she still felt stupid about it. She bit her lip and slapped her forehead
In the safe room of the Bolton's Mansion, Chris was on his knees in between the bodies of Rose and his father. He stayed still as he felt numb and stared at nothing in particular. He could sense the commotion around him but he couldn't really register it so he just stayed on his knees and did nothing as he allowed words pass around him. Slowly, he turned to look at Rose and watched the very slow and barely noticeable rise and fall of her chest, then he turned to look at his father on his other side, he was also breathing but with much difficulty. Chris looked down at his hands and found them bloodied and shaky then he looked up and out of the window. No one could say for sure how long he had been that way before the paramedics had come in but somehow their presence seemed to have been what he had needed to snap out of whatever state he had been in. As they appeared beside Rose and Michael Bolton to get started on their treatment and move their bodies, Chris jerked up and began to shoo
Chris Bolton walked up to the doors of the Bolton's Mansion's medical quarters with a smile on his face and pushed the doors open and the sight that greeted him immediately wiped the smile clean off his face. At a corner Monica and Mrs. Yvonne held each other as Monica let out gut wrenching sobs and Sarah stood off in another corner looking pale and shellshocked as she stared after a doctor as he walked away. No. No. No. Chris didn't like the scene at all. Wait. Maybe they were tears and reactions born of joy. Maybe Monica was crying out of relief and joy and maybe Sarah felt relieved enough to finally register and acknowledge her emotions of fear and worry. Maybe that was it. That had to be it. The surgeries carried out on his father and Rose had been successful and they were now stable and on the path to recovery and everyone was relieved and happy. That had to be it. Rose had said it herself that no one out of the six of them would lose their lives to the battle and he had believed
In his sitting room in his cottage at the countryside, Victor took a sit and turned on his TV to get the news. He needed to know what would happen next or what had probably already happened next between the Bolton brothers, after Richard's shooting. Victor knew Thomas Bolton all too well and he knew him to be a highly irrational bloodthirsty vampire disguised as a human. Thomas Bolton never waited to take actions that would draw blood and end lives, once the opportunity to do so presented itself to him. Victor had not missed the news over the last three weeks since Thomas Bolton's bastard had been shot. He already knew the young man had survived and had been discharged almost two weeks back but well, he was the adopted child of the irrational Thomas Bolton who never liked to look or feel like he had lost any fight. The bastard had been after the life of his own nephew for years. He knew Thomas Bolton would certainly make the most of what had happened to his adopted child and use it a
Still on his feet, Chris Bolton watched the strange but slightly familiar man saunter into the room and he felt around under the table for the handgun he had strapped to it. He wasn't sure how he felt about the stranger. On one hand, he didn't know who he was and given recent events he wasn't sure if his presence spelt danger or not but on the other hand he felt a familiarity for the man, almost like the knowledge of the man's identity was teasing his memory. He watched the man's face spread with a smile as he seemed to know all Chris was thinking and seemed to be enjoying the mystery he knew he represented to him at that moment."You need to be faster than that Chris Bolton. When you're not certain whether a person represents danger or peace for you, always treat them as a threat first," the man said as he nonchalantly took his sit opposite a still standing Chris Bolton. "You should have had that gun pointed at me seconds after I walked in, but alas, you haven't even unstrapped it. M
It had been two days since the attack on the Bolton's Mansion and the effect was still very present in the atmosphere. Chris Bolton, Monica and Mrs. Yvonne were sitted in Sarah's room. Chris had sent a message to Monica and Mrs. Yvonne to meet him there because he was worried about Sarah. Rose' death seemed to be having a mighty bad effect on her. She had spent the most part of the past two days in her room and Chris had heard and sometimes watched her switch from being sad and empty to being full of anger. When she was not moping or pacing in her room, she was blowing off steam in the training ground either in the boxing ground or shooting range. The previous day, Chris had watched her use images of Thomas and Richard for her target while shooting and when she had run out of bullets she had run into the field and rushed at the targets then proceeded to tear and break them down to pieces with both her hands and legs before slumping onto the pieces in tears and Chris had then had to go