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
Denver step into the house he had grown up in until recently. The moment he step over the threshold he realized someone was living there. He carefully dropped his sports bag close to the door. The place was clean but it was clear objects has been moved around. “Hello!” he called. Receiving no answer he start to move systematically throughout the house. It was finally cleared the person occupies his old bedroom. It was a woman judging from the clothes. “Who the fuck?” he reached for his phone and dialed his father. He received no answer. Turning he went towards the door going outside. A quick look around, when he saw his neighbor. “Hello missus Finley.” He waved trying to look friendly but feeling extremely annoyed. “Hello,” she crossed her arms over her chest the moment he stood in front of her. “I hope you are well. Missus Finley, who is living in my house?” “You should be ashamed of yourself.” She immediately scowled. “What did I do?” he asked openly puzzled. “I can’t believe
Denver stood frozen for a moment. He saw the blood spreading across the shirt in the form a flower. Almost like in slow motion he watched Lisa dropped onto the floor screaming. He lift his head seeing Jason Clarke running for the door. He briefly heard a commotion outside but his eyes reverted back to the girl on the floor. “Lisa…” he finally found his voice. “It hurts,” she said fear in her eyes. “Bella, look for the taxi outside. Tell the driver to help me.” He kneel beside Lisa reaching for her hand. “I am not sure what to do?” he said honestly. “I feel cold.” Her fingers grab hold of his wrist. Her eyes slowly closed. Denver moved to pick her up into his arms. He only now noticed that Bella never moved. He was moving fast towards the door. As he was rushing down the drive way he looked relieved when he saw Greg ready and waiting for him. Both men now in the taxi driving fast in the direction of the nearest Clinic. Both men knew they won’t make it to a hospital. Jason was run
While he looked at the pointed gun, he made a choice. The family structure is like a maze, and for him to learn he must move into the maze finding his own path... "I am Denver Ricardo. I will rise to my own supremacy." He look around trying to understand what's happening. This seem like a test of his abilities. He closed his eyes and settles his heartbeat. “Let me out,” Denver shakes the cages from where he just woke inside. It was quickly clear he won’t receive help. Taking a deep breath he went and stood in the circle of the cage. There seemed to be two exits but both are locked. “What the fuck is it with these people?” he questions the air around him. Sitting down in the center he does his best to calm the noise in his head. He realized he may as well just wait to understand what the situation was. “I hope you are okay, Raven.” He looked at his signet ring. Whatever the reason was, it wasn’t taken from him. It took a couple of minutes before he realized he was hearing noises com