Chris was confused. What was the crazy lady in the driver's seat ranting on about? What business did he have with his uncle, The Black Spider? "I'm not the one you're looking for!" Chris tried as she sped on. She ignored him, however, as she dodged the many cars that were on the road. "Please slow down," Chris pleaded. "If we die, then none of us achieves anything." "Who said?" She asked, a wry smile forming across her features. She hit the gas just then and if not for the belt that strapped him firmly to his seat, Chris would have flown out of the car through the windscreen due to the speed at which she went. "Please!" He cried. "You're moving too fast." "You had to call your uncle, didn't you?" Sarah sneered. "Now, I have to lure him down to my base." "I didn't call anyone," Chris cried. "I can swear that I didn't. My hands had been strapped firmly all this while. I couldn't even hold my phone." "Liar!" She said through gritted teeth. "You're lying and I know it." "I though
"Wake up!"The voices floated through the air and Sarah forced her eyes open slowly. The sight of Chris and Richard standing over her made her alert at once and she jumped up from the bed. She searched her pocket for her gun but it was not there."You two bastards," She snarled. "How so cowardly of you two?"Chris and Richard watched without a word as she ranted on."You could have taken me on one by one if you are so strong," She sneered.An idea registered in her head and she gasped at the thought of it."Did you...""Eeeew, no we didn't," Richard shook his head vigorously. "No offence but you're not my type. Maybe Chris could have a second glance at you, but me? Never. I'll rather even - ""Enough, Richard," Chris cut in. "She gets your point already."And turning to face Sarah, he added. "No one touched you while you slept. I made sure of that.""And how did I get these fancy clothes?" She growled. "Who dressed me up in them?""I did," a voice replied from the doorway.They all loo
Chris understood her hatred for the Bolton's. He flexed his wrists and folded his hands behind his back. "Holy shit! You didn't just do that! You just killed her!" Richard squeaked.Chris ignored him and gently lowered Sarah to the floor. "Look," Chris clasped his hands together. "Let's not take her to father. He will probably have her killed, let's drop her in an alley," he suggested. She looked at him, surprised by his courage. "Wow, you are growing," she smiled at him. She ordered the bodyguards to carry Sarah to the vehicle so she could be dropped back. "You identified her?" Chris asked Rose. "She is what she says she is, late twenties, quite the accomplished woman," Rose played with the receiver's button. "Do me a favor not to get associated with this bunch?" The question was strange to Chris, he never really received much affection from her till now. "Okay," he replied. "No," she grabbed his shoulder and looked him in the eyes, closing the space between them. Chris felt f
Chris swallowed and looked around, checking if anyone had heard what she had said. "What about Monica?" He tried to play it cool. He couldn't hide the sweat that traveled down the back of his neck. Rose closed her eyes and sighed. "Come on now, I know what it is," Rose walked over to him. "Monica is with Arthur right?" Chris lowered his head at her and frowned. "If you tell father, I will never forgive you," he threatened her. "Surely, you can trust me more than that," Rose laughed. She ticked Chris off. He wanted to walk out, to leave her as soon as possible but it was unsettling. "Scared that daddy will be dissapointed in you?" Rose pushed on. Chris gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. "Look, just go straight to the point, what do you want?" He asked her. "I just want to help you, but you are being cross as hell, help me help you," her words surprised Chris. Chris sucked air through his teeth and looked around. It wasn't even nine a.m yet, but his day was already becomi
The smoking wreckage of the car Chris had been in went up in flames. Richard silently watched, masking his fear as he forced smiles on his face. He knew what he was getting himself into if he involved himself with the Boltons, but his greedy drive for success blinded him."Richard."Richard gnawed his nails as the fire service put out the fire. The police siren was loud at eleven in the afternoon, with the press appearing on site to cover the story."Richard!""Hunh?" He turned around and Chris passed him a towel."Let's get inside, the press is here. Rose says it's for our safety," Chris walked away. He pulled Richard by the arm as they walked inside the building."Scared now? Good for you, now you know the kind of shit you have gotten yourself into," Chris hissed."Well I'm not the main target, it's you they want to kill," Richard tried to act tough.Chris pulled Richard aside, in the hallway just before the elevator in the building."Look, you can walk away now. It's going to get d
Chris's left side felt cold and empty, making him turn and toss in his sleep. Even in his semi-conscious state, he understood that something was wrong. Chris's eyes flew open.Sarah was gone.He slapped his head in frustration and he saw a note beside him. He presumed she was the one who wrote it. He rubbed his eyes as he battled sleep and read the note."Thanks for the free money and food, I will be taking your wallet. Catch you later."Chris put the note down and smiled. She had also taken his car keys, his numerous credit cards, his warm jacket, and valuables.Well, that was a gang leader for you. Once a criminal is always one. He wished he could see the feisty lady soon again.The phone's screen came on because of him and he rubbed his eyes. His heart nearly flew when he saw thirty missed calls."Jesus Christ, " he stood and walked outside. The morning was as cold as the night. He closed the warehouse's door and walked to the escort from yesterday was still parked in the corner. H
Chris and Michael took their seats at the head of the table, and it was then that everyone sat down in their respectful seats. The atmosphere in the room was so tense that you could almost smell metal in the air. Michael moved forward and took the mic. "Please, let's commence." His voice was thick and exuded authority. To Chris, it was like his father had become a different person. Michael's attendant, Mrs Yvonne walked to her laptop and played a demo of the project on the screen. Everyone's eyes looked at the screen silently as it displayed projections of the profit the project would acquire in the long run. "As we can see, the profit doubles when we launch it in the fashion season which is April to mid-June. That way, we can generate massive profits," she paused and smiled at the executives. "Thank you for watching this. Any questions?" She stepped away from the screen. Arthur cleared his throat. "So we will be working together with GLAM for this?" He asked Mrs Yvonne. "Surely
"So you lied about my father?" Chris noticed that his father was still talking to the other executives. "You just wanted to get me away from them?" He demanded. "You should know that it is dangerous being very close to these two. It's obvious they don't like you," Rose replied. Her walkie buzzed and she clicked a button. "Come on, let's go. Your father is going to have lunch with the big men. Lemme take you away from here." Rose walked towards the Land Rover in the parking space. Chris scoffed. "You know, you should stop treating me like a baby. I'm perfectly able to impregnate you," he said as he followed her behind. "Let's hope it won't come to that," Rose retorted. Her back was to Chris, but he caught the slight blush on her face. Chris smirked, even if she acted tough in front of him, she couldn't hide being flustered by his comments."Are those glasses tinted?" Chris pointed to the vehicle. She cocked an eyebrow as she stood at the side. "Yeah, why are you asking?" "Nothing