Leo sat in front of the fireplace for a long time without even realizing it. By the time he came to his senses it was way too late to go home. He sighed and decided to go sleep in the guest room.He had reached the top of the stairs when he heard a single gunshot and he immediately became alert to any possible danger. He looked around and peered through the dark halls to see if anyone was with him in the room. He rushed over to the intercom and began buzzing each and every guard in the building but there was no response. That was when he knew something was wrong. He ran into the guest room closet and grabbed the bat he saw there the last time he slept in the room and waited at the top of the stairs for whoever was attacking the building. He felt around his belt and was satisfied to find his little knives still safe in their compartments on his belt. 'Assasins from Damon Fisher? Or Johnson Ax? Helen did kill his son so he has more reason for revenge now' Leo thought to himself as he
"What the hell just happened?" Johnson asked in rage. He was tired of having his plans foiled by Leonardo Dubois."I thought you said he was dead?" Arthur Columbus asked Damon in a confused tone?"I know, Terry told me that he killed him himself. I'm just as surprised as you to see him still at Helen's side. He's always been a thorn in our side and had always affected or plans negatively. Before we are ever truly going to be able to do anything to Helen Jones, we will have to take down Leonardo Dubois" Damon said to the group as he saw the anger and mistrust in all their eyes. "I'm beginning to doubt the fact that our god even speaks to you at all. How would he tell you that Leonardo was dead and then less than four whole days later we see Leo foiling or plans to take out Helen Jones" Johnson replied with a hard tone. "Mind the way you speak Johnson. There's a reason our god chose me as his voice. There's a reason I'm the only one able to go into the Red Fruit Mangrove and come out
Hazel looked around in admiration as the limousine convoy drive her and the rest of her clan through the streets of Dartford. The city was beautiful, especially at night with all the lights and people around.She had checked through Leo and Helen on the internet and was surprised that she had spoken to two of the richest people in the world. Leo had even slept in her bed and eaten her food. She was suddenly nervous about meeting them, she had realized Helen was someone with quite a lot of power the way she spoke over the phone but she didn't know that she was one of the most powerful women in the world. According to reports her grandfather was murdered by assassins and she inherited billions of dollars and the family empire. Leo on the other hand was a twenty four year old divorcee of a five year marriage. He had married when he was nineteen? She was surprised, he was a millionaire before he turned eighteen and had sold his business to sponsor his wife's business idea only for her t
"What do you mean how the fuck is he doing that? I thought you all were just like him. Aren't you guys the remaining members of the Divine Clan?" Helen asked in surprise as the group were shocked by what Leo was doing. "How the hell is he doing that?" Ross asked again while ignoring Helen. The rest of the group started in shock as Leo healed all the wounded guards in a time span of twelve seconds. "He's healing multiple people remotely at the same time" Hazel says in amazement. "Where did he learn to do that?" Zoe asked and Helen simply looked at all of them in confusion."Oh right, you guys have arrived" Leo said as he turned back and saw them watching him, "I think I'm done here so let's get you all situated in your rooms. Helen had been kind enough to allow you all an unlimited stay in her magnificent mansion so be sure to thank her" Leo said with a smile as he approached them."Oh right, you guys have arrived" Leo said as he turned back and saw them watching him, "I think I'm d
Jaime remained quiet even after they got into the taxi and began heading towards the Jones Family Residence. Nana's words had terrified him to the core. Nana had grown up with his family and they were very close. When he was younger she had told his parents that they shouldn't go to the meeting of the Divine Clan because she had a bad premonition but they ignored her and they never came back. He had long since learnt not to take her words at face value.He was scared and Nana could tell from his face and she gave him a concerned look."Jaime, don't get too worked up about what I said. It's probably just me remembering what happened the last time I was in this city" she said as she placed her hand on his cheek."I know but what if it's not just that and this false god is going to lead to all of our deaths?" Jaime asked in a worried tone. "Stop focusing on the negative Jaime. It's funny, the night I took you seven and escaped the city, I creamed you all into my little car and drove fas
"Fuck you Well Terry. Tell your god I, Margaret Tully said 'Fuck you'" Nana said with a smirk as she watched Terry's face contort into an angry expression."You dare slur god? You dare insult the terror of the night" he said in a furious tone and Nana replied by spitting at his feet."It seems you have a death wish. Alright I shall grant it but not in any pleasant way" he said as his right hand lit on fire and became red hot."No" Nana said in horror as she understood what he was about to do to her. "Stop it, Terry, you're not this sort of person, don't do it-- aaaaah!" She screamed in pain and he pressed the hand to the side of her face.The pain was blinding and she could feel her flesh being roasted away. The flames were hot, so hot that the job was done in less than a minute. She shut down and went limp and Terry grinned. He could hear the sirens from afar and even though he knew he could easily take care of any amount of policemen the police department dispatches to the site, he
The main hall of Luz, the country's finest event centre and property of Damon Fisher, served as the clandestine gathering place for Damon and his newfound congregation. The air was thick with the acrid scent of unwashed bodies and cheap perfume.Terry had asked him to get him worshippers who would serve Scar. He had hustled hard to gather many of the unwanted elements in the city: cutthroats, prostitutes, pickpockets, garbage dwellers, and every kind of low life he could find. He gave them a chance at a decent future, and most of them jumped at it. He also had a truckload of prisoners with life sentences on their way.He had gathered them all in his event center Luz, the best event center across all the states in the country. It was capable of seating a thousand people in its main hall only, and with all the other sub halls and rooms, the building could contain roughly two thousand five hundred people, and he aimed to fill that number with worshippers of Scar, the forgotten god.He st
Leo sat the entire crew down in the large dining room in Helen's mansion. He had already delivered the bad news to each of them personally and they had all taken it differently. Hazel say at one corner with a blanket around here shoulders and a box of tissues by her side. Ross are at another corner staring into space while Sabrina anxiously fiddled with a coin in her fingers intermittently tossing it into the air. He knew that the news had hit them hard. He had only known the woman for a total of less than a week and he was deeply affected by her demise, they had known her all their lives and she had basically trained them all by herself. They all looked shriveled and weak as they say in silence. He gave Helen a long look of frustration at his task. This was a blow to their plans. They were supposed to be making plans on how to strike back at Terry and his gang of fanatics but here they were mourning for hours without achieving anything reasonable.He was sad about Nana's death to bu
Leo and Kyrian stood with to their hands handcuffed to each other before the large portrait of Sarah Jensen previously Sarah Homer in the living room of her expansive oceanside mansion. He was surprised at how homely the building looked as it was all warm colors and bright decor which was in very sharp contrast with his own home which was mostly black and white furniture and filled with technology. The only gadget in sight in the living room was the large TV and he couldn't spot a single security camera around. He loved the way the home felt secure and welcoming and he was sure that even though Helen said nothing about it, she was worried by the lack of privacy in their own home. He felt she had been even happier since they had moved out of the house.He loved the way the home felt secure and welcoming and he was sure that even though Helen said nothing about it, she was worried by the lack of privacy in their own home. He felt she had been even happier since they had moved out of th
Sarah, Kyrian's daughter sat in her baby's nursery desperately trying to shush her from her screaming. She had already fed her twice but the child just kept on wailing at the top of her lungs. She had fired the baby's nanny a few days ago after she found out that she was having an affair with her husband. She had kicked him out of the house too and he had slept on the front porch for three nights in a row knocking and screaming and begging her to let him in. She promised to call the police each time his noise woke her up. It was probably the wedding contract she had made him sign before they got married that made him so desperate to win her back. He had signed away thirty to forty five percent of his business empire if they were ever to get divorced depending on the length of the marriage, currently she was eligible to take up to thirty nine percent of all he had without even lifting a finger.The affair had began from the night she hired the nanny and she didn't even know until she
Kyrian groaned as he got off the helicopter. At his age he didn't enjoy sitting in the sticky helicopter seats any longer. Old age took away certain luxuries from him he would never get back."Good day sir" the security guard greeted him as he stepped down onto the grass."Good day. Where's my car and escort?" Kyrian asked while responding curtly to the greeting."Right this way sir, just follow me" the guard said and began to lead the way to where the cars were parked. At a comfortable speed they should be able to reach Dartford City before night fall where he had dinner reservation with Leonardo Dubois. "Right this way sir, just follow me" the guard said and began to lead the way to where the cars were parked. At a comfortable speed they should be able to reach Dartford City before night fall where he had dinner reservation with Leonardo Dubois. He was slightly nervous because of how long it had been since he talked face to face with him last. He took a deep steadying breath befor
Gordon wiped his brow, the steam from the pots blurring his vision. The clatter of plates filled the small kitchen of St. Jude's Orphanage, a rhythmic echo of lives lived in shadows. He had just finished scrubbing a particularly stubborn pan when the sharp whistle pierced the air, cutting through the dull mood of the evening routine. Instinctively, he froze, the scrub brush still in his hand, unsure what was happening.“Come on, Gordon! We need to hurry!” shouted his roommate, Ethan, bursting through the door with a wild look in his eyes.“What....What’s going on?” Gordon asked, his heart pounding as he dropped the brush and followed Ethan into the hallway. The other boys were already racing past them down the hallway , they were laughter and shouts a mixture of excitement and anxiety which left Gordon more perplexed .“It’s a billionaire!” Ethan exclaimed, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it crackled with energy. “He’s coming to adopt a kid from the orphanage. They say he’s go
Hazel stepped of the first ladder of the airplane, the cool French air brushing against her skin. She inhaled deeply and smelled the fresh unpolluted air, a rare smell in Dartford. She lived the countryside but she had a mission to fulfill there . She walked back into the plane to meet Jason, the pilot who had flown them across the Atlantic.“Thank you, Jason. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this,” she said, handing him an electronic card. “The details for the rest of your payment are right here. Just follow the instructions.”Jason took the card, "How do I know that this card will pay me?" Jason asked. "Seriously man, you're doing business with billionaires and you're asking if you will get paid a couple millions?" Hazel asked with a slight chuckle and Jason nodded nervously.“No problem,Just keep him safe. That’s all that matters now.” he replied before she left the cockpit.James stood beside her, clutching a small backpack to his chest. At five years old, he looked so sma
Gordon Fisher crouched behind a stack of shipping crates as he scanned the harbor. The moon hung high illuminating the transatlantic ship moored at the end of the dock. The weight of desperation pressed heavily on his chest. Just hours ago, he had been a man with a plan; now, he was a fugitive, the walls closing in with every passing moment.Leonardo Dubois had shattered his world with a single announcement. He had told the truth about Gordon’s infiltration into his private mansion to the public. The man who had killed his father now stood untouchable, declaring to the world that Gordon had broken into his multimillion-dollar mansion, seeking vengeance for a crime that had haunted him for years. The plan had been foolproof—or so he thought.He had designed the security system for Dubois's home, crafting a web of protection that he believed would be impenetrable. But when he finally made it into the house, his plans spiraled out of control. Instead of finding Dubois's wife, Helen, in h
Kyrian Homer sat comfortably in the plush armchair of his holiday mansion in Spain, the golden rays of the late afternoon sun filtering through the grand windows. The ocean outside shimmered. At seventy-three, Kyrian had seen the world shift in ways he never thought possible, but today, as he watched the news, a chill raced down his spine, igniting memories he thought he had buried deep.The host’s voice droned on, a mix of politics, celebrity gossip, and the relentless drumbeat of tragedy. But Kyrian’s attention sharpened when the anchor introduced a segment about Leonardo Dubois—Leo, as he had always called him. After all the drama following Scar's death and with them regaining control over the city Kyrian had finally decided to take his hands off the steering and he left his company to his son and moved to Spain he had only been back to the States twice, one for Leo's wedding and another for James' christening.As the camera panned to Leo’s face, now framed with salt-and-pepper hai
Jason stared open mouthed at the man who stood before him. He had a chance to see the most vulnerable side of one of the richest men in the world. He didn't know what Leo was trying to hide his child from but he knew that it must be something or someone dangerous."I brought half your payment in full. My friend Hazel will be traveling with you and when you drop them she will get you the remaining half of the money" Leo said as he motioned to Hazel. "Where exactly an I going to drop them?" Jason asked Leo but he shook his head in reply. "I don't know. The only people who know are Hazel and James who chose the location. Hazel won't tell you the destination either until you are out of the country's airspace to avoid any sort of device picking up communication" Leo said a little bit paranoid but of course he was paranoid, if a deranged killer with a personal vendetta against you snuck into your house so easily with the sun if killing your wife, you'd be terribly paranoid."Alright then
"What the fuck" Leo cursed as he stumbled out of his vehicle. He saw Hazel and Ross's vehicle reversing quickly and stopping a few feet away from the hitman's crashed car. They carefully stepped out while keeping their heads down. Leo got to the car them and forced the car door open. He took one good look at the half conscious hitman before reaching over and snatching the gun out of his hands"This moronic unprofessional is why you two were running over thirty minutes late?' Leo asked them with a slight smirk and they both laughed."You should have seen yourself when you realized we were being pursued. You practically made that turn like a formula 1 driver" Ross joked before he walked up to Leo and wrapped him in a hug. "Any one hurt on your side?" Leo asked with concern but they both shook their heads. "What of Helen and James?" Hazel asked a little worriedly but she smiled when she saw Helen helping James out of the car and waving at them."They're fine. We have to get out of her