"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
“Raven,” Denver step from the bathroom dressed in clothes clearly picked by her. She was the only one who could measure his new appearance. “I need your help.” He sit down on the bed pulling on his shoes. As he rose he looked at the ring who brought the transformation within him. “What do you need?” Raven stood crossed arms in front of the window. She has been watching the drones circling the mansion’s perimeter. “I need a moment alone. How do I get away from here?” “It would be difficult but I can go look to see what I can do. Please be careful. Watch out for the drones.” “Who is McAllen to you? It’s clear you both knows each other.” “He’s my stepfather.” She said walking towards the door. “Can I trust him?” “I don’t know but I trust him.” “Good enough for the moment.” “My motorcycle is in the garage. The keys are there too.” Raven was gone. The door silently closed. McAllen followed her towards the kitchen. Denver’s now keen earing made it possible to hear two sets of hear
The ease and simplicity they all managed to tell him a story; the words sound like a very familiar scenario to him. He briefly stood looking at the people who now in reality was his family. Denver senior and Daniel, closed the studio door. He noticed his mom; a woman he doesn't know. “Sit down son,” “I want to know what’s going on here.” Denver demanded. “I am aware of that Danny. There really was no need to run away.” “I just needed to think. Once in the ocean, I realized I should come back, father. Why did you change my DNA?” “I am going to let you into my past, it will feel like your reality. Just don’t interrupt my flow. I accepted my past, don’t alter it.” Daniel grab hold of his son’s hand. The current of electricity between them was explosively strong…it further increase when Cathy took hold of the other hand. “We are a family.” She said seriously. Denver felt him being pulled into a whirlpool. The fragmented images merging within him but knowing it wasn't his. It truly
Denver tried breaking the connection but his parents hold on tightly. “This is the only time we are going to let you into our past. Calm down.” Daniel ordered. "We made mistakes. We want you to learn. You are a Ricardo but there are mirrors of illusions around you." "What do you mean?" "Denver, to become your own man, you need to learn not to make the same mistakes. I want you to claim your righful place in Ricardo-Saint-Claire. Now shut up and learn our truth, our past." his father said annoyed. “Open this bloody door,” Cathy yelled again before slamming against the wood. She quickly realized she was hurting her own hands. Stepping away she stood wondering what to do now. She suddenly realized someone was looking intently at her. This makes her feel vulnerable and exposed. She tries to wet her lips again, in need of water. “Hello,” he said soft-toned. Cathy instantly turned in the direction of the voice. She saw him leaning like a waiting cheetah. He appeared to act leisurely but
Denver feels the quickening of his heart beat. He feels trapped by their entwined links... Cathy keeps circling the room. She was uncertain yet filled with a sense of wanting to take revenge. Flashes of her life with one version of Daniel Ricardo was driving her crazy. She keeps feeling her neck only to recall being strangled. “I did die, didn’t I?” she questions herself. “I wasn’t alone just before my death…or was I?” she tried searching her memory, there was something just out of her current reach. She has the continuous sense of needing to run but the pull for revenge was equally strong. “That husband of mine must die.” She hissed softly. She kept circling like a trapped she-cheetah… “Strange…why am I associating myself with that man?” “Let me out of this room.” Cathy was banging against the bedroom door. She looked around in fury, there was nothing useful. The first thing she discovered; there were burglar bars in front of the window. “That won’t do you any good, sweetie.” D
Denver felt himself being shaken within the comfort zone of the trap linked of memories. He senses from both his parents he should focus and learn... “Get him,” the female voice familiar. Cathy recognized the voice. Fury was instantly building within her. Trust…not always easy with her since the death of her parents…but two traitors managed to fool her. Another burst of gun fire making people scramble for cover. “Why, Daniel. I entered your domain, but you didn’t see me coming.” Eliza stood over the man bleeding from his shoulder. “Bitch,” he growled struggling onto his feet. “That I am. But then again, you taught me how to play the game.” “What do you want Eliza?” Daniel sit down on the couch. “You took something of mine. I want it back.” The woman suddenly has a nasty tone of voice. “What are you talking about?” “You like to play dumb when it suits you Daniel.” “You were the one who betrayed me, Eliza. How many of my men did you turn into your favor?” “A couple.” Eliza s
Eliza looked at the remnants of the mansion blown into rubble. It seems the girl has vanished. She looked at where Ariel stood looking at her with a smirk. The older woman always makes her feel insignificant. She walked back to her waiting SUV. “Bring that woman,” she ordered her driver. “Well now, what a mess you made,” Ariel observed once she was seated. “Where is the girl?” “Who are you talking about?” “Since its clear neither you nor Daniel knows her name; just tell me where she was.” Eliza asked while sticking her hand into her purse. “You just blown the whole mansion to the ground…do you honestly think she is still around?” Ariel asks with twinkling eyes. “Maybe I should use you as leverage with my buyer. At least it will give me a bit of time.” “I don’t think so dearie.” “I think you are right.” Eliza removed her hand fast, the gleaming knife in her hand. She quickly cut Ariel from chin to right across the right eye brow. Again, her hand move sticking the knife twice in
Denver Ricardo junior step down from the private airplane in Ricardo Saint-Claire. He brushed a moment across his face enjoying the thickness of his beard. His eyes concealed behind dark glasses. He looked a moment back towards the interior of the plane holding his hand. His other hand holds onto the sports bag sling over his shoulder. Raven step outside taking his hand. She briefly looked into his concealed his. She smiled faintly. “You look like someone on a mission,” “I am babe.” His fingers entwined with hers. “You never said what the intended plan is?” Denver walked past the car the company has arranged. He was heading towards the exit. He liked the fact that Raven stayed closed to his side. He hailed a taxi before helping her inside. “You again,” The driver scowled but also looked curious. “Yes, it’s me.” Denver smiled getting in the front. “Get into the back, fool.” “I don’t think so. Besides I need to help you navigate where I want to go.” Denver looked ahead his eyes