"Lex Bronx? He's not all that important to me" Helen said with a little worry in her tone."He doesn't seem important to the naked eye of the observer but you soon come to realize that he's the reason their able to operate so cleanly. He takes care of rumours arousing in the city, he covers up the tracks of all their nefarious activities with the help of the police which he also has wrapped around his finger. Without Lex, their movements won't be covered as good anymore and we will be able to track them down more easily" Leo explained to his attentive crowd."There's one thing you didn't take into account Leo" Hazel said from her corner and everyone's attention turned to her."What do you mean?" He asked her in confusion."We are healers not killers. I know you think we want to have revenge but I don't think killing these men is the way to go" she said in a surprisingly strong tone and Leo went silent for a long while considering what she just said."We are healers not killers. I know
Lex Bronx sat quietly in the back seat of his Rolls Royce as his driver navigated through the streets of Dartford. He watched the side of the pavement with bored interest as they drive past. He was heading to the meeting Kyrian had set up for him with someone whose name he had refused to tell him.He played a little mental game where he tried to guess who he was going to meet in this clandestine meeting. 'Foreign investor who wants to see what our god is all about? 'He thought to himself but he quickly passed over the thought. They hadn't made enough impact to attract the attention of foreign investors. 'The congregation is growing by the day and faith in Scar will make him stronger as he told Damon. A god gets stronger as more amount of people start worshipping him. He said that the only reason he has survived this long was because our family had always worshipped him and given him a little strength to live through the next day' Lex thought to himself with pride as he realized that
"Listen to me Leonardo, you'll have done the same thing in my position. I don't want any bad blood between us. That was business and you should understand that" Lex talked fast because he knew that it might be his last chance to convince the man glaring at him."You want me to understand that you sent assassins after me just for business? You want me to understand that you killed Mr Jones just for business? You are asking an awful lot from me Mr Bronx" Leo chuckled softly as he listened to Lex trying hard to wriggle his way out of the situation."Come on Leo. We've never had any personal problems. You weren't even related to Helen's grandfather" Lex said as he stole side look at Helen who looked up at him with hatred in her eyes."Personal? Let's rewind time to around twenty years before today. You and your band of maniacs ordered the death of every member of my clan including me. That sounds very personal to me" Leo cocked his head to one side and quirked his eyebrow at Lex."Jones
Damon Fisher stood at the expansive windows of his penthouse, gazing out into the bright night of Dartford City. The night was alive with the hum of urban life down below but still Damon's mind was somewhere else. He was thinking of the various ways to move his plans along faster and how to sniff out the threat that is Leonardo Dubois. He was pulled out of his contemplation by the sudden ping of his encrypted communication system, a sleek, black touchscreen that laid on his desk a few feet away. He walked away from the window and tucked his tjoghts into the back of his head and approached the touchscreen with a measured pace. He frowned as he activated the device to reveal a message with the digital signature of the Jones Corporation. It bore the unmistakable digital signature of Helen Jones on the top of her message. The words written on the screen filled him with a chilling feeling of despair. *Your friend Lex Bronx is dead. And I am coming for the rest of you* *Helen Jo
Leonardo Dubois climbed the staircase of the Jones Family Mansion with lazy dragged out steps, his mind was still buzzing after his confrontation with Damon Fisher. The weight of his actions pressed upon him like an invisible load but he knew that every move he made had to be calculated to the last decimal because this was a life or death situation. Any small mistake might lead to disaster and the disaster was not going to affect him, it was going to affect everyone he loved.Reaching the landing, Leonardo turned down a familiar hallway lined with portraits of the Jones family most of which are long gone. Grandpa Jones, dead. Daddy Jones, dead. Momma Jones, dead. And he was determined not to let Helen join the list. He approached a door at the end of the corridor, a door he was all too familiar with by now.Leo raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.A moment passed before the door was swung open, revealing Helen Jones standing before him. She looking especially beautiful tha
Hazel sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor, boxes half-filled all around her. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow on posters of her favorite bands and dreamy landscapes. Her fingers traced absent patterns on the box she should be packing, but her mind wandered elsewhere to someone else.Leonardo Dubois.His name echoed like a song in her head. She'd first seen on that cool evening when he flagged down her car and she felt the connection they shared as members of the Divine Clan. Leo had a mysterious air that drew Hazel in. They'd exchanged a few words the night before when he came in to tell her that she had to be packed by mid morning the next day, she nodded sheepishly as she kept on wishing he would find another reason to keep talking to her.Since then, Leo filled her head and she had not been able to go back to sleep. She let her Imaginations run wild with him, sometimes in her thoughts he was a hero. Other times, a quiet confidant, listening to her deepe
"So he killed one of my subordinates?" Scar's voice boomed with anger as he referred the question at Damon. He was sitted cross legged on the floor facing away from from HS audience."Yes Lord, and not just any subordinate. This one was Lex Bronx who contributed a great deal to see you here today. And Leonardo Dubois killed him without remorse. Lex was a vital cog in our operations as he helped us hear things being whispered in the shadows and provided us with an inexhaustible supply of weapons and mercenaries" Damon said with an emotional voice as he knelt on the floor."Okay then, you're dismissed" Scar's voice boomed again and Damon looked up in shock."What do you mean I'm dismissed? Are you not going to do anything about his death? I thought you would be more affected than this?" Damon said as he rose to his feet."This is not the time to act Damon, this is the time to build. I expect you to go back to preparing our worshippers. The time to act will come soon and they all have to
Leo Dubois sat in his room in the hideout for him and Ross and sighed deeply as he let his thoughts predict their next movements and try to find out a solution to the mess they found themselves in.The ringing of the phone penetrated his thoughts and brought him out of his contemplation. Leo looked at his phone and it was an anonymous number that was calling him. He checked the time. It was late, to late to be receiving an call from an anonymous number."Leo Dubois," he answered, his voice steady and commanding."Leo, it's Kyrian," came the urgent voice of Kyrian on the other end. "We've got a problem."Leo's brow furrowed slightly with concern. Kyrian was not one to panic easily, which meant this was serious. He couldn't deal with more bad news not this late in the night. "What's going on, Kyrian?""It's Damon" Kyrian replied panicked to the core "He's found out about me. I think he knows because he just sent me a message telling me that he knew what I did and that he's coming for me
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