"Come inside let's talk," Chris tried to persuade her. Rose shook her head. "No way," she stared inside the open room. "God knows what shit you want to do to me," she held her gun. "Shit, we are talking about my uncle," he eyed the gun at her side. "And you will certainly not need that." He assured her. "Just to let you know." She brought a gun from her back pocket and wagged it in his face. "This one contains non-lethal bullets." She popped the magazine open and showed me the plastic bullets. "Stings as hell but it won't break any bones. And I won't be scared to shoot you in the head if it happens." She held the gun in her hand. Chris shrugged. "Trust me—""Trust what? That you won't touch me? We both know how you can control your hormones when you are near me when there's no one around," Rose lowered her voice. A maid pushed a trolley past them and she bowed her head in greeting and Chris waved at her in response. "Look, I'm not doing anything. I'm serious, I need your help. I
An hour ago...Arthur parked his BMW inside the compound after showing the gate security his ID. Coming to Bolton's compound always made him super nervous. He clenched the steering wheel, trying to force resolve into himself. "I'm doing it for my future, nothing else. If I don't do this, that bastard Chris will try to go against our deal," he said to himself from the rearview mirror. He stepped out of the car and smiled when Yvonne personally came out to meet him. "Mr Arthur, you didn't even tell me in advance," she said. "Well, it's kinda urgent," he grunted, stepping out of the car. "Okay, I will notify Mr Bolton of this and have a meeting arranged. Follow me to the waiting room," and said. Arthur followed Yvonne to the waiting room and she pointed at a large comfy sofa. "Do you want anything? A drink? Food? Something to watch as I get him? I will take long, like ten minutes so I don't want you to be bored," she suggested. Arthur shook his head nervously. "No, don't worry ab
The Lefaye restaurant on Johnston has its parking lot full at three in the afternoon which is a rare occurrence. Most of its customers only started flocking in after seven in the evening. This was because most of these cars belonged to the Boltons and members of Sarah's gang, the White Spear group. Rose and Sarah stared at each other at the table between them in the reserved restaurant. "Ladies, let's not bite please," Chris said after he noticed the hostile air between them. He sat beside them, like an arbiter. "I see you brought your whole army, that means that she doesn't even trust me a bit?" Sarah grinned. Rose scoffed. "My men report snipers on the roof, I should say the same for you." "Can't we do this peacefully?" Chris demanded. Rose turned towards Chris. "I never believed your father would agree to this, I thought he would refuse. Look, Chris, let's do this alone, we don't need her," she begged Chris. "I understand what—what? So you thought Father would reject it? We
Rose kept her eyes on the screens. The air conditioning in the van was bad, the AC needed replenishing but it was too late for that. She would just have to deal with that for today. "Ground pursuit, come in?" She said to the walkie-talkie. There was silence on the line. It was ticking her off. If only that nutcase Chris had not asked his father if only his father had refused to let him work with Sarah. "Fuck, ground pursuit, come in? Over." She growled. There was a buzz on the line. "Jeez, you are being noisy, do you know how hard it is to redirect to the main channel? These new walkies are a rip-off," Sarah replied. "Where the fuck have you been?""Skirting the building," Sarah replied. She started at the Nexus global building as she drove around it. Arthur would be coming out very soon. She just had to follow him. "Have you tracked his call history? Anything in the past few days, sus phone calls and stuff?" Sarah asked. "Yes, he is clean. I don't know this man, but it's obvio
"Can you get inside," Chris demanded. He joined Sarah in the black van. "Hunh? Are you crazy? Do you know how shady that gambling club is? I could enter, but I don't wanna attract attention, I'm a woman." Sarah declined. She kept her eyes glued on Arthur as he shook hands with men and entered the building. "Why don't we check what's going on in his house? I mean, I'm not the only one thinking this is fishy right? What if they know we are watching them?" Chris asked. Rose dropped her headphones on the dash. "Impossible, you are insulting my hacking abilities," she glared at him. Chris rubbed his face. "No, not in that way. You know when bad people do bad stuff, they become very careful, I'm saying it in that fashion," Chris clarified. "So what's the word around here?" Sarah demanded. She didn't want to spend another minute here. If she got caught, she was twenty minutes away from help. Twenty minutes is enough to put a bullet in her skull stuff her body in an oil gallon and dip he
The alarm glared and Chris was unwilling to wake up. Rays of sunlight passed through the curtains. Something was wrong, this scene seemed too familiar. Chris sat up and looked around him and exhaled in relief. It was at this moment that Rose liked waking up. Chris dropped his leg at the side of his bed and waited for the sleep to wear off. It was at this time that people in the working class hated their life. That journey from the bed to the bathroom seemed like it would take five miles as if it was the hardest part. Well, the hardest part in working was waking up and taking your bath. Chris yawned and stretched. It was rare that Rose didn't come and wake him up. He couldn't blame her, they reviewed their plans with Sarah until late at night. And they were still going to meet this afternoon. The door rapped, and someone was knocking. Chris didn't bother covering his bare chest with clothes. He opened the door and me with Rose's gaze. She fixated her eyes on his muscular chest and
Chris stared at the plans, long after they had concluded the meeting. It was his first time, he didn't have much experience in it, but he felt super nervous. What if she got injured in transit when they were making their move? What if it is a trap like Rose said? At this point, he could still back out and—"Hey, what are you brooding about?" Sarah slapped his shoulder. Chris blinked several times and feigned a smile. "Nothing, I'm just nervous about all this. All this plans to save someone. I mean I was just a cleaner up until like months ago.""You are scared? Wanna back out?" She teased him. "No." Chris circled around the table. He picked up his bag and sighed at his watch. It was getting late. "I mean, even if I backed out, it is already out of my hands. My father also wants her back so yeah, I just acted like a catalyst here, nothing major." He wiped his nose. "Hmm, so what are you going to do that day?" Sarah folded her arms. "What do you mean what—I'm going to fight durrh
The Mansion (8:01 am)Chris pondered about his choice to stay out of the rescue mission. He glanced at his watch, it was nearly eight in the morning. About now, the team would be preparing to intercept the convoy. He felt very nervous, there was no backing out now. He thought he, who had been a nobody could assist in this mission, but he felt dejected when they said he should sit it out. Also, what was that stupid lie about feeling sick? Everyone knew that he was scared to even hear the comms. Chris felt like a coward. His lack of experience was showing now more than ever. Maybe he should have gotten ready for it. "Fuck!" Chris cussed. He scattered his hair and went to the balcony. The bodyguards were in their positions as if nothing happened. He had heard that his father had decided not to go to work today because of the plan. Should he go over to the comms and hear how it is going? Should he sit back and pray it goes well? What happens if the mission fails? Will Rose and Sar