The successful businessman, whose profits had gone on a whole new level of rise since the past few months was in his house, having a glass with his wife and his son, Adam Bradbury. Albert was filled with smiles and laughter, clinking his glass cup with that of his family, recounting his success story to them both, hoping that his son would learn a few things and take inspiration from his achievements."A man who wants success must be ready to ignore all attachments. You have to keep an open eye, always on focus. Only then can you see the tiniest opportunities the very moment they appear." He schooled, smiling.Albert had sent away his bodyguards and protectors from the room. He just wanted to have an alone time with his family since that rarely ever happened in their life. He felt tonight should be a special night, but faith would have it, he could not have picked a worse day than that particular day.Howard Smith peeped from beneath the curtains. He had found his way and outsmarted t
"I am sorry about this. I will make sure to find him...""That boy stole my money. He walked into my house and stole my money!!" Albert Bradbury was in a rage as he recounted what Howard Smith had done. The boy had the guts to infiltrate into his home and escape with an extreme amount of money."There is nowhere he can go or run to. And there is nothing he can do with that amount of money. We will find him, and we will recover your money." Diego assured, still trying to calm down the anger of Bradbury.Adam Bradbury sat at a far corner of the living room. He was still in shock and horror over what happened the night before. The knife placed on his throat, threatening to slash through. He could feel the red sores which developed along the lines of his neck.Also in shock was Adam's mother, Stella Bradbury. She was also struggling to fully understand what had happened the night before. Worse, she could not understand what was happening right now. Who were these strange men? And why had
Lyanna was lying on her bed, slowly recovering from the old wounds."The doctor says you will be free to go in a few days."Beside her bed was Andrew Henshaw, comforting her to a good discharge. He had always been there for her in the absence of her father, more than her brother could ever even if he tried.Lyanna smiled back at him. He was such an angel, she thought."Andrew..." She muttered, craving his attention. "What is it..." He responded as soon as he lifted his head, seeing the look of displease spread across the lines of her face."I am sorry for what happened to your father..." She had always wanted to say that since the moment she discovered that her father and his friend were really the ones who had taken Henshaw's life back then. "I am sorry for everything my father did to your family..."He put a finger on her lips. "That is gone now. We are now here together. Friends. Together. Forever."His smile was enough to convince her to be happy. He was the best thing she had k
"Okay, Tiger. That's it! You're free to go now".The officer patted Hermes as he signed the last piece of documents. "Obviously". Turning over the stack of papers, Hermes glared grimly at his jailer, then his eyes shifted to the cuffs which lay lonely on the counter before him.Those twin shackles were going to miss the feel of his wrists. The edge of his lips curled upwards, and the gruesome look on his handsome yet pinched face faded into a slight smile. He was free at last!Three years it had been since he first felt the pain of being a prisoner. He could still remember the life he had before he was jailed, the love he had. It was all perfect. Then he was suddenly arrested, manhandled and put behind bars.His life was taken away from him, everything he had, everything he loved. They all dissapeared with the pass of a single judgement, in the twinkle of an eye.But now, life had presented to him another chance. As he took his steps towards the exit door, his exit to freedom, his he
"I can't tell you that, bro". Zeid stepped on the gas, he was not going to have that conversation. This infuriated Hermes who was more than desperate to witness the said wedding. He still could not believe the story he heard from Zeid. He had to talk to Haisley, he had to listen to her side of the mystery."Where will the wedding be held?" He asked again, his voice resoundingly brutal. He was losing his cool and Zeid could feel it.Ever since Zeid told Hermes of Haisley's betrayal, he had noticed a change of spirit in his friend. Something felt off about him, and not just for that moment, it really seemed that the last three years had changed a whole lot about Hermes.He had always been the boy with the great musclular features, same as Zeid, but now Hermes seemed to have added a little more detail to his resume.His gaze was much more tense now, his demeanour was much colder, and his anger was so real that a person would not like to be on his bad note. Despite this however, Zeid was
"Why?" Hermes struggled as he tried to maintain his cool. His eyes were bloodshot as the hair on his skin rose in an instant, his veins were bulging and his expression said it all - he was heartbroken by the sight before him."Why have you done this?" He repeated, his eyes fixed on the woman he had hoped to spend the rest of his life with, but who now belonged to another man. "Why?"Haisley did not seem moved by his obvious downcast and troubled appearance, she only hissed in a passionless tone while wearing a straight face. "Shouldn't I be asking you that? Huh? Hermi? Why have you decided to ruin the happiest day of my life? Shouldn't you have just hide away from me forever out of shame? Why did you have to show up here?""What? The happiest day of your life?!" Hermes could not believe those words he heard. Was that not the Haisley he knew? How could getting married to that bastard be so special to her. So much that she would not give a damn about Hermes and his feelings, or the time
It seemed as if the drug lord had suddenly seen something out of the ordinary. His eyes were lit and his gaze was kindled, beaming and flicking as the fires in them heightened forcefully.He moved a bit towards Hermes, his eyes fixed on the shining metal around his finger."Is it what I think it is?" He uttered aloud while closing in on Hermes who was prepared for any eventuality. Hermes had the strength of a grizzly bear coupled with the swiftness of a cat when it came to physical combat. With his fingers wrapped in a fist, he was ready for war."Where did you get that from?" The old man asked after taking a long dreadful look at the ring."Why are you stopping?" Derek screeched in response, getting impatient. To Hermes, the question pulled no levers. The identity of the one who gifted him that ring was to be kept secret and sacred no matter what. He was not going to give it up to some big bad drug baron. Derek was not interested in any tale Hermes had got to tell, he just wanted
All through the ride back from the wedding, Zeid would not allow a moment of peace and silence. He was flustered at what he saw earlier and didn't stop blurting it out. "What was that, man? Where'd you learn that from? You were throwing punches at them goons like a pro! They give sparing classes back there in them cells? I should probably kill someone and get thrown in jail."He glanced briefly at Hermes then he chuckled. "No offense bro. And what was that thing you said that time? Dumb bitch fucks a dumbass? Uhh? Remind me, man!"He sneered again at Hermes who was in no mood to answer his piled up questions no matter how many times he repeated them."Come on, man." He pestered, "One day, if I got in trouble, then I might escape like you did today.""I didnt escape!" Hermes cut in at this point, his voice sour as he closed his eyes."What do you mean? A bullet would be living in your brain by now if...""Look behind us." Hermes cut in again, his eyes still closed.Staring through the
Lyanna was lying on her bed, slowly recovering from the old wounds."The doctor says you will be free to go in a few days."Beside her bed was Andrew Henshaw, comforting her to a good discharge. He had always been there for her in the absence of her father, more than her brother could ever even if he tried.Lyanna smiled back at him. He was such an angel, she thought."Andrew..." She muttered, craving his attention. "What is it..." He responded as soon as he lifted his head, seeing the look of displease spread across the lines of her face."I am sorry for what happened to your father..." She had always wanted to say that since the moment she discovered that her father and his friend were really the ones who had taken Henshaw's life back then. "I am sorry for everything my father did to your family..."He put a finger on her lips. "That is gone now. We are now here together. Friends. Together. Forever."His smile was enough to convince her to be happy. He was the best thing she had k
"I am sorry about this. I will make sure to find him...""That boy stole my money. He walked into my house and stole my money!!" Albert Bradbury was in a rage as he recounted what Howard Smith had done. The boy had the guts to infiltrate into his home and escape with an extreme amount of money."There is nowhere he can go or run to. And there is nothing he can do with that amount of money. We will find him, and we will recover your money." Diego assured, still trying to calm down the anger of Bradbury.Adam Bradbury sat at a far corner of the living room. He was still in shock and horror over what happened the night before. The knife placed on his throat, threatening to slash through. He could feel the red sores which developed along the lines of his neck.Also in shock was Adam's mother, Stella Bradbury. She was also struggling to fully understand what had happened the night before. Worse, she could not understand what was happening right now. Who were these strange men? And why had
The successful businessman, whose profits had gone on a whole new level of rise since the past few months was in his house, having a glass with his wife and his son, Adam Bradbury. Albert was filled with smiles and laughter, clinking his glass cup with that of his family, recounting his success story to them both, hoping that his son would learn a few things and take inspiration from his achievements."A man who wants success must be ready to ignore all attachments. You have to keep an open eye, always on focus. Only then can you see the tiniest opportunities the very moment they appear." He schooled, smiling.Albert had sent away his bodyguards and protectors from the room. He just wanted to have an alone time with his family since that rarely ever happened in their life. He felt tonight should be a special night, but faith would have it, he could not have picked a worse day than that particular day.Howard Smith peeped from beneath the curtains. He had found his way and outsmarted t
"The case today. Accused, Andre... No last name. Versus the state"."This man has committed a horrible crime against our nation, against me and you. A heinous transgression upon a loyal citizen is a heinous transgression against the whole of us. He does not even have a lawyer, and that goes to show you how evil he has been proven. You know. I know. Everybody knows. No one wants to waste their time and integrity standing for him. In my opinion, he has already been condemned in the heart of the world, how balanced would it be if he were to be condemned by the hands of the law.""Mister Andre, after carefully considering the evidence put forward to the court and listening to the presentation of one lawyer, I believe this court has more than sufficient information to pass judgment on this case.""The court sentences Mister Andre to a long term of fifty years in prison. Meanwhile, if any other acts of crime or any disturbance of peace is detected from Mister Andre during tbe first thirty y
"Where are you Andre, we are about to move". Guerrero said through the phone.Andre was just a few minutes left to the spot where they had agreed to meet. It was a seaside location, where illegal boats would usually set sail. Then the boat would travel a far distance up to the middle of the sea where a bigger ship would be waiting.Along with the passengers of the other smaller boats which had come from different part of the cities just for the same purpose of transmitting people in secret, the people in the boat would be drafted into the bigger ship and the boats would return to the seaside.This was also done at other parts of the world, in other countries. Each boat would know the right time to leave the seaside in order to meet the ship at the predetermined location, and Guerrero did not want to miss that time.Andre and his daughter were not the only person who were trying to leave Twillightoria. There were other people too, and unlike Andre who simply just asked for a favour, th
"Welcome, my friend! It is really pleasure to see your old face once more. Is this your beautiful daughter? May I say she looks just like her mother? Too much, I tell you. Too much."Guerrero welcomed Andre with smiles and hugs. He seemed really glad to have the honour of saving Andre and helping him out of the country."Everything is set, my friend. The boat is ready, the sailors are waiting. All that remains is for you to step into the boat and set sail to freedom."Andre understood his words well, but he was no longer anxious to leave at this point."Diego and my son are still behind. We need to rescue them first, only then can I go anywhere."Guerrero frowned. "That does not make any sense, Andre. Diego knew what he was walking into when he decided to help you in your foolish mission. I am sure he wants you to leave now that you can, you do not want to get caught too. Now that would be too much a loss for anyone of us to bear. And your son? I heard news about your son. He seems to
"I must say it is quite nice to see you again, Mr Andre. Anyone would have thought that the other day would be out last encounter." Richard Dengerberd said, holding a recording device up to his face, displaying it before Andre and kids present.Richard Dengerbard had been in there all along, waiting fkr Andre to come for his daughter. Andre thought he had died the other day with Minister Henshaw, but apparently he survived. He must have gotten to know of Andre's connection with the other day when Andre first visited the hospital.Then he was surely the one behind the police arrival. He was the one who informed the world of his existence and ruled out Scorpio's name as the one behind Henshaw's death.He had intentionally moved unconscious Lyanna into this VVIP room to serve as a bait for Andre. He had intentionally made himself her roommate, and he had recorded all the conversation between Andre, Howard and Andrew Henshaw."You must have thought that you escaped the law when you killed
There was no more tricks to devise. He was now surrounded by the security men who came closer to know if there was a problem."What is the issue here?" One said."Nothing is wrong agent," Andre assured. "We are just having a little discussion, right?"The look on the agent's face drifted from a neutral perspective into an alarmed expression as sudden as a lightening would strike during a storm."Get your hands in the air!!" He reached for his gun, screaming at Andre.Before he could pull out his weapon, Ande had attacked first.The entire place became riddled with combat. Andre alone against the rest of them.But he had no chance in that open place. When the guns started firing, he could barely put up a fight as he placed a dead agent in the way of the bullets.The door of the section was right there, the agents standing right before it as the agents were now focused on him. To get to the door, he needed to get through them first. That was impossible."Shit! There is no way I'm gettin
"I will go in myself and get her out." Andre proclaimed. "What?" That did not make sense and Diego could not allow it. "You cannot do that.""We don't have any other option.""Yes we do. I can get some of our men to do this.""No..." Andre refuted. "I don't want a collision with the security agency. The best way to do this is by a using one man to take out the children quietly.""They are trapped in that hospital because someone knows about us. Someone knows about you. Whoever it is, they are surely waiting for you to come. Even if we must do this, it does not have to be you." Diego expressed his concern fully. On normal days, Diego was not the kind of person who spoke with full words or who cared about other people's safety apart from his own true family. But his relationship with Andre was growing past the borders of partnership and once again looking like brothers, just like they were when they were younger. And just like their daughters were now."I will go." Diego volunteered,