“Mister Ricardo?” Detective Duncan stood in the door of another interrogation room. He was nervous as hell as he looked at the young man who could make serious trouble for him. “Yes, sir?” Danny felt tired but too much on edge. It was with immense inner strength that he managed to control the nervousness in his body. “You may make your phone call.” “No thanks,” Danny said quickly. “Why not?” Duncan was surprise. “How is Jason Clarke?” “He will live. It was just a superficial wound. I am curious about something. Do you mind answering?” Danny looked at the older man. He already noticed the difference in the man’s new attitude. The man has probably figured out who he was. Now another moral question: should he be punished for doing his job?“What?” “Why didn’t you try to escape? It was clear those men were here for you.” “Whatever reason would they have to try and break me out? I did nothing wrong.” “There were complaints against you. Maybe your family wanted to protect you?” D
Danny slowly opened his eyes. It has a burning sensation. He lift his head trying to figure out what just happened. His eyes keeps on tearing. He finally realized he was stripped of his clothes and his hands were no longer tied together. “What…” he quickly looked at his hand. He was very relieved when he discovered the ring was still on his finger. “You better move, if you know what’s good for you.” The stranger’s voice said from somewhere. Danny slowly realized he heard that voice before. “Where are you?” he asked looking around. “Stop wasting time. Once those idiots finished snorting cocaine, they will come for you.” Danny looked towards the garage door. It was closed. The only way out he noticed was the small window. His immediate trouble was his length. “Do you know a way out of here?” “Yes,” “Then tell me,” Danny asked quickly. “What will be the fun of it all?” “Aren’t you here to help me?” Danny asked furious. The moment his voice rings through the garage, the football
“Hello,” Danny answered his phone. It has been ringing nonstop for a while. He already recognized the number. Since the night at the party, he feels weird being around those types of rich people. “May I come over?” Bella Simone asked softly. “Why?” he asked suspiciously. “You sound weird, Denver. Did I do something wrong?” “You did,” he said shortly. On impulse he suddenly disconnect the call. Jumping out of bed he rushed into the shower. As he was stepping out again, his man servant stood hesitantly in the door. “Is something wrong?” He asked drying his hair. “You have a guest sir,” Danny pulled on his torn jeans before reaching for the light blue T-shirt. He looked at the man who stood uncertain in the door. He quietly realized he should start a kind of trusting relationship with his skeleton crew of employees he inherited from his parents. “I take it the girl didn’t except your refusal for entrance?” “Yes, sir. She is waiting impatiently in the living room. “Offer her a be
“You are like a cockroach.” Jason kicked him in the stomach. Danny felt the wind being kicked out of him. He carefully looked down the alley. He was glad both girls managed to get away. He just hope the idiots don’t know about his new place. “Where is Lisa hiding?” he was grabbed by the hair forced to look into the guy’s face he hates. “I hope she is safe.” Danny spite the blood from his mouth. “That won’t be for long.” “I thought you care about her?” “The bitch was an end to a means. You can take her now. I no longer want her.” “Thanks.” “Funny guy,” he was kicked in the side. Once the pain subside he looked at his enemy again. He make careful notes in his memory about the men with Jason. They weren’t premium players but once the family was finished with them, no one will hire them. “Why you look at me like you have an opinion?” “I do, Jason Clarke.” “What do you mean?” Jason bend in front of him looking at the loser who keeps getting up. “Let go of me,” Denver smiles thr
'I hate liars. The ease and simplicity with which they manage the act. They are all two faced liars.' the words echoes deeply in his unconcious mind... Raven Dark enters the private hospital room. She carefully place the tray down. She took her usual moment to look at the young man. He has been in a coma for nearly eight months. Another nurse step inside, looking at his chart. “Is there any change, sister?” Raven asked softly. “No,” the answer brusque as usual. “Make him presentable. His family is coming for a visit today.” “Okay,” Raven waited until they were alone before she prepare to sponge bath him. Apart from that she rub tissue oil onto his skin, not wanting him to have dry skin. ‘I need to shave you but I am not allowed,’ she said softly to him. ‘I will try to make you more presentable.’ She start to sing softly, only loud enough for him to possible hear. ‘You know, Denver, I had two options in this life. My daddy was one harsh man. I feel embarrass about telling you this,
“Hello, rich guy. What did you bring me today?” Denver looked at the dumpster diving man. There doesn’t appear to be a single clean spot on his face. He refuse to wonder what the rest of him look like. What’s curious though, the man don’t overly stink? He handed him the healthy snack Raven insist he eats and a bottle of milk. “I say thanks again, but honestly, where is the meat.” “It’s forbidden in the house. I can’t even bribe the chef.” Denver replied drily. “Aren’t you the man of the walls?” the older man challenged. “I don’t know. I was raised poor.” “Now you rich,” confirm the man before biting into the snack. “I don’t know.” Denver sit down on the bench. "It would seem it isn't that easy to let go of a life you thought you knew. Who am I suppose to be now?" “What happened to you? You walk oddly.” Denver looked towards the ocean. He kept his distance from the water’s edge. He was afraid he might fall inside. “I am not sure.” “But something is puzzling you.” “Yes,” “I
“Denver Ricardo?" McAllen looked worriedly at the young man. He knows his approach is sometimes too blatant. The truth was he don’t do gentle anymore. It could cost lives. “Who are you?” Denver looked at the semi-naked man in front of him. He noticed the brief concern on his face. “I am the guy here to help you.” “What do you mean?” “Do you mind if I am very honest with you?” McAllen stood his full length. “You seem to know me. Is it all because of that footage on the internet?” “No,” “What do you want from me?” Denver struggles onto his feet. “I don’t want or need anything from you. However, I am able to help you.” “Why?” “Why not?” McAllen challenged. “Where I came from there is always a price to pay.” “You are not a tree, move forward. Stop being the victim." Denver slowly walked towards the balcony. He looked around and quickly realized the man has a perfect view on his mansion. There were he like to stand or sit watching the sun set, he now noticed Raven standing the
"Raven; can I talk with you. I have something on my mind that has me feeling confused and disjointed." "Sure, I will help if I can." "I am trying to piece my life together. I know I was raised with the believe that I am poor. The days and nights before and after my birthday; things unraveled fast." "Okay, what else do you remember?" "I can see the pieces but there are still some missing. I am curious, as to have I the ability to destroy someone else? I want to make them pay but am I really that type of guy?" "Only you can decided your future. I can tell you what to do but is it really your choice then?" She kissed him on the cheek before going into the bathroom. “Ricardo,” Denver looked at the unknown caller. “Go to McAllen. Your time is now,” said the stranger. “Who are you?” “Your enemy. I am coming for you.” “What nonsense is this?” “Your life, fool. Before I destroy you, I want that delectable beauty with you.” Denver looked at Raven now fully dressed but avoid looking