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