Alan heard the voices behind him but he had escaped their grip already. He knew that Grady wouldn't have gone far and if he had gone a little feet ahead, it was still within his ability to find him.Alan kept running ahead and searching with his eyes like a hawk as he scanned his surroundings. He could sense that Grady was still within his grasp.Alan’s eyes were a sharp and relentless scan of the area as his posture was as vigilant as ever and ready to spring to action at the slightest hint of Grady’s presence. Gregory was the fifth miner who had suffered as a result of Grady’s wickedness. Alan vowed in his mind that he wasn't going to rest until he put him to justice and he suffered greatly for the crimes he had committed and the sufferings that he made him go through.Suddenly Alan’s gaze locked into his target as he saw Grady hustling his way amidst a crowd of bodies. He had removed his mask and was putting on his hoodie while walking gently amidst the other passersby. Alan’s se
Grady released his hands to deliver a counter-punch but got stuck midway as Alan was coming with a lot of aggressiveness.Grady was still shocked at the way that Alan got into the vehicle so it took him time for his brain to reset into reality.Boom!Alan struck a second punch to the other side of Grady’s jaw again. “You fvcking murderer. You killed my miners all because you wanted to take the gold for yourself. How stupid of you! I always knew that it was going to be you just because of how retarded you agree.”Boom! Wham! Thud!Alan hit Grady with three more punches - two to his jaw and one to his belly.Grady’s jaw snapped shut with a sickening and defending crack. He had suffered about three or four punches to his face and the force of the pinch reverberated through his body.But Grady’s body was like steel - very strong and hard. His head rocked back in a sudden snap due to the impact of the punches but blood didn't come out of his nose or mouth even a little.He remained resolut
Damn it! The driver in the front seat was the one in the most tension. Never in his life did he imagine that he was going to be faced with such a situation just because he was a cab driver.He was literally fighting for his life as the bullets were whizzing past him onto the glass window of the front area. At that point, he was caught between two minds of whether he should continue driving or he should just halt the car and run away. The situation was already getting so intense that it looked like it was better for him to save his life even if it would be at the expense of his cab which he bought for an expensive amount.The driver’s heartbeat thundered in his ears like a drumbeat of doom as he braced himself for the unpredictable outcome even though he was only struggling.His vision was a narrow and singular focus as he tried to navigate the vehicle properly but was losing control of the vehicle.He screamed at the top of his voice. “You guys should please stop this nonsense! I am
Alan’s heartbeat was getting faster as the weight of expectation was heavy on him.Della finally responded. “He is dead, Alan. He was eventually killed by Grady. We actually have only two families left to protect.”“Damnit!” Alan expressed his frustration as he took in the news.“We have to be quick right now. And now we can share the location. One of us would surely get him since we know where he is going now,” Della spoke.“Oh, yes,” Alan jolted from his frustration momentarily. “Yeah, would surely get him now. I just have one request. If you are the one who finds him first and it is possible, don’t kill him until I get there. You can injure him but don’t take his life yet. I want to be there when he dies. I want to put the bullet in his head myself.Della scoffed, her voice showing understanding. “Sure, I will try to give you that opportunity.”Alan shared the address of Grady’s next victim with Della while he went to the home of the other miner. Both Alan and Della knew that they
Sharapova turned towards Chester even though her whole body was boiling with impatience.“Alright, we can’t leave now because of the information I just received not long ago. It's too dangerous out there. We have been advised to stay here until help comes.”Sharapova rolled her eyes. “Help? What kind of help? Was it the police who called you because I am very sure that you didn't call the police? So who are you talking about.”Chester’s words hung in his lungs as he just stared blankly at his wife.Sharapova flared her nostrils in irritation. “Oh, oh, oh. Let me guess, it is your boss Alan Greyson, isn’t it?”Chester’s eyes were silent but his expression was enough to communicate the affirmation.Sharapova burst into much more anger. “Is it the same Alan that is the reason for the situation we find ourselves in that you are now risking my life for? Not just my life but that of our kid”“Come on, babe, what are you talking about?”Sharapova’s anger was a burning dose of tension. “Don’t
“Should I tell you what kind of a wife that is? It's a wife who has a very irresponsible man as her husband. It's a wife who has a man who doesn't even know his left from his right. It is a man who can’t protect his family. It is a man who just goes along with the wind and has no mind of his own. It's a man who acts like a slave to money.”Those words struck Chester very tightly in his chest and his eyes were dark with pain as he bared his teeth. “Everything I have done, I have done for my family. I have done it for you. I don’t know any other way to prove my love and show that I am responsible enough to keep my family except what I am already doing. It hurts to know that it is not being appreciated.”“Maybe you should quit the many talking and show workings. Show what you can really do and stop boasting in vain glory,” Sharapova retorted, her tone showing her unwillingness to back down as she zipped her luggage and prepared to head out abruptly.“I am still talking to you, come back
Just at that moment, Sharapova busted out of the house. She seemed to have won the debate with her husband but there was another problem.Her eyes darted with an inquisitive bit of wonder as she wondered where Ivy had gone.“Ivy,” she spoke. “Where are you, Ivy?”There was no response as the whole place looked dry and without any sign of Ivy.Sharapova wondered what was going on. Ivy was just standing at this spot, she reasoned. Had she gone into the vehicle herself?She quickly rushed towards the front seat of the vehicle knowing that Ivy sometimes loved the front seat. “Ivy, have you started again with always wanting to sit in the front seat?”Sharapova pushed her head further and realized that Ivy wasn't in the front seat or the backseat. The air was getting thick with a frantic beat of tension and her heartbeat was increasing rapidly.“Ivy? Where are you? Come on, we need to get going?” Sharapova spoke out loudly this time but there was still no response. Her eyes darted back and
“Have you ever thought that perhaps things are that way because I don’t feel safe enough? You decided to do whatever it was that got an assassin chasing us, didn't you?” Sharapova queried. “All of that was all you and now you are blaming me for trivial things that don’t matter.Sharapova was insistent on striking a point with her words. “Whether I rush to do things or not isn't the issue here and even if it was part of the issue you have a huge blame to take in that. The main issue anyway is that you are the reason why an assassin is after us, not me. Our daughter has now been kidnapped as a result of that. How can you then claim that I am responsible for any of that?”Chester retreated with a deadly air of resignation. “You know what, I will leave you to think whatever you want to think.”“Oh, whatever!” Sharapova retorted. “Just make sure you find our daughter.”Chester, having no further words then angrily stormed out of the room to the garage where Alan was.Alan moving closer to