Thomas stood at the shooting range, his revolver held steady in his hand. He was a man on a mission, his focus solely on the target in front of him. He had always been a skilled marksman, and years of practice had only honed his skills.As he fired shot after shot, his accuracy was impeccable. The bullets hit their mark with precision and the target shredded to pieces. Thomas's eyes narrowed, his mind focused on the task at hand.But despite his calm exterior, Thomas's mind was seething with anger. He had received reports of the damage done to his shipment, and while he had smiled it off coolly, deep down, his blood was raging and boiling.His brother, Michael, had dealt him a significant blow, and Thomas was determined to retaliate. He would not rest until he had inflicted greater damage, until he had made Michael pay for his audacity.As he continued to shoot, Thomas's anger slowly rose to his head, his murderous intent growing with each passing moment. He could feel it coursing thr
The evening had finally arrived, and Chris was ready to make his move to infiltrate Thomas's fortress. He donned a hood to conceal his identity and waited for the perfect moment to slip out of the mansion unnoticed. He knew that Monica and Rose were on guard duty, and they would be the only ones to pose a threat to his escape. But he was lucky that they had been posted elsewhere. The guards that had been posted to watch his side of the mansion were distracted, engaged in a heated argument about the best kind of sport."I'm telling you, football is the superior sport!" one guard exclaimed. "The thrill of the game, the emotions, the strategy—it's unbeatable!""You're crazy, man!" the other guard replied. "Motorsport is where it's at! The roar of the engines, the rush of adrenaline, the speed – it's exhilarating!""But what about the teamwork, the camaraderie?" the first guard argued. "Football is a true team sport, whereas motorsport is just a bunch of individuals racing around a track
Michael Bolton could not believe his ears. Whoever had gone out of his way to cook up such dumb and completely false information about his son was definitely crazy. "There's no way I'm going to believe that," He said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I know my son, Chris and he would never be able to make a move like that."He paused for a while and then he added: "He doesn't even have the balls."The call continued for the better part of a minute and finally, Michael, unsatisfied with the information he was getting from the person at the other end of the receiver hung up the call."Crazy," He grunted. "It's how they expect me to believe every shit they cook up for me."He rose up from his executive chair and froze at the sight of Chris standing in the door way."Chris?" He grunted. "How long have you been standing there?"Chris was silent for a while before finally speaking up."Long enough to hear you tell one of your men that I'm a pussy," Chris retorted."Oh, come on, son," Michae
Under the dim lighting of his room, Thomas Bolton groaned in pain, as the nurse attended to the bullet wound on his leg."Are you crazy?" Thomas roared. "Don't you know that it hurts?"The nurse jerked back, afraid and Thomas grunted in pain."Continue."She resumed cleaning the wound and In a matter of minutes, she was done. He dismissed her with a wave of his hand and lay down on his bed, reminiscing on the events that had occured over the past days."That little bastard!" Thomas fumed. "Who does he think he is to come and harass me in my own domain?"Thomas grunted in pain as he struggled to reach the landline which was just beside his bed. With much difficulty, he picked it up and dialed a number. It rang for the better part of a minute before the receiver finally picked at the other end."Nesto?" Thomas roared."Nesto is not on duty today, sir," came the reply. from the other end."Whoever you are, get me Nesto at once!" Thomas roared. "How the fuck did you allow those two kids
When Arthur got to Thomas Bolton's residence, he was greeted by a number of guards at the front gate. Arthur frowned at the sight of the numerous guards that manned the gates. Yes, he knew that Thomas was a notorious crime Lord and he needed to be protected, but the number of men manning the gates were way more than he had expected. Or was something wrong? Arthur shoved his thoughts aside with a shrug and walked right past the first guard. "Stop there," The guard grunted. "Who are you and what business do you have here?" Arthur spun around slowly, hoping to intimidate the guard with his presence, but he was shocked when the guard kept a straight face even upon seeing who he was. "Do you not know who I am?" Arthur asked, gesticulating. "I don't care who you are, but if you don't state your business here immediately, you'll be sorry," The guard grunted in response. Arthur stared at him and realized he was serious. His firm grip on the pistol in his hand said enough. "Arthur,"
Arthur was shaken. He couldn't believe he was the one being threatened by a mere guard. "Wh - what do you mean?" He stammered. "You look like you saw a ghost," The guard said and chuckled. "Now, no more questions till we get to the boss' room. In a matter of minutes, they were there finally. Thomas Bolton's room was located at the top floor of the mansion and Arthur knew very well why he had chosen to have his room there - it would be hardest for his enemies to break through all layers of security before getting to the top floor, and even if they found a way through, he would be long gone through a secret passage way before they did. The guard knocked twice on the door and Thomas grunted from within. "Come in, will you?" He pushed the door open and they walked in together. Thomas smiled at the sight of Arthur and the guard frowned, realizing that Arthur was a friend to his boss. "I brought him in one piece just like you asked," The guard said. "Although it was tempting."
Arthur walked through the gardens alone. It was evening time and he was pondering upon everything that he had discussed with Thomas. "There's only one way to get your life back, Arthur, and it is to murder Chris Bolton." The words played on in his head continuously and when he couldn't take it anymore, he screamed and threw a punch at a flower vase. The vase fell on the floor and shattered into pieces, alerting the presence of the few guards and maids he had left. "Sir, are you okay?" His maid asked. There was a look of concern on the poor woman's face, but Arthur couldn't care more. "Fuck off!" He screamed, causing the maid to jolt back in shock and fall to the floor. Almost immediately, he turned on his heels and walked back to his house. His phone was ringing on the center table when he got in and staring at it, he saw that it was an unfamiliar number that was calling. It was probably one of his debtors. Arthur sighed and sank to the sofa. He was slowly losing his mind an
It had been a week after Chris' unprecedented attack on his uncle, Thomas, and from the details of the situation that he had gotten from his informant, Michael realized that his son had come of age. This was the perfect time to hand over, fully to him, what was rightfully his by birth. Michael wanted his son to grow up differently. He wanted Chris to be the regular CEO of one of the biggest establishments in the world and not an underground crime Lord like he was.That was why he needed to start planning the hand over ceremony early. He didn't want his son dabbling into businesses that didn't concern him and Thomas Bolton was one of them. Michael heaved a deep sigh and after long consideration, he dialed the last person in the world that he ever thought he would be asking for help - Chris' friend, Richard. A phone call was not convincing enough and Richard agreed to meet him in his office in thirty minutes. Michael needed his help, in planning and organizing the surprise party for