Chapter 70 Daisy Williams, a woman in her mid twenties rushed to the silver colored Audi parked in front of an apartment. Her outfit seeming corporate and professional, her facial sparking up suspicions with the bruises and cuts laid on top the soft skin layer of her face.The small trimmed remote in her palm beeped the car she was approaching unlocked as she slid in before inserting the key and making a twist that brought the car’s engine to life. Daisy dropped the files held in her arm on the car seat beside her, moving her hands towards the drawer provided just in front of the seat.She dragged it open bringing out different makeup kits, relaxing herself she brought down a private mirror at the car roof as she began applying different things from the makeup on her face, masking away the bruises visibly invented on her face. With all done her car made a new sound before reversing and driving out of it spot and straight into the road. Daisy is a married woman tied to an abusive jo
Chapter 1 In a room filled with rugged looking men, at the top middle sat one of them, dressed in all black with a visible tattoo of a snake sketched right at his neck, that has chains and earrings studding the body parts up to his two small looking ear, matted on his head was a spiky cut that assessed him a dangerous look.In between the palm of his right hand was a gun with the tip placed above his lips while his elbow rested on the chair’s arm. With the way everyone’s head in the room was bowed plus the apprehensive expression on their faces, one could guess he’s the boss of them all. The room was a little dark, only litted by a low glowing blurb hanging down at different far angles of the room’s ceiling.On the floor on his knees was another man; a bit tattered, with a face marred with rage as his lowered gaze moved round the room filled with men surrounding him with anger. Are they kidding him?“I don’t like repeating myself, Marco.” The man seated above him stated, his hoarse
Chapter twoAll eyes darted to the entrance, watching different male figures emerged from the opening and trooping in the room converging to form a single horizontal row round the room. All in the same dressing of black suits with a sunshade on their eyes; even in the darkness, and a wired speaker connected from their ear to their mouth. They stood guided with their guns pointed out to the room. Fear seeped through everyone’s expression, their presence was unexpected and a disruption to their gathering, and most importantly who were they as they were totally unknown by all, including the boss of the local mafia gang Marco was entwined with even Suddenly from the row, at the middle, they parted to the side making a way for a figure to come to surface. The figure’s shadow came in first, his body relenting on a stick that supported and stabled his weak walking system. He passed through the path made for him, coming into full view and at the center, his walking cane slammed dramatic
Chapter ThreeHearing the old man’s threat, the gangster ran past them in fear, and out of the room without looking back.One of them stayed back, it was the small boss that almost killed Marco. His eyes peered away from the old man, towards Marco and looking him straight in the eye.Then a smirk curved above his lips, “Thank your stars for blessing you with this special luck of him arriving.” He said to him, a dark chuckle following the end of his statement. “Did you just threaten, our Young Master?” His eyes glazed with awe mixed with anger. “Do you take my words for a joke?” The old man questioned with obvious fury lacing his tone, raising a finger up and directing it at his leg. A shot was immediately fired from one of his men, and a loud cry followed filled with agony piercing the atmosphere reeling into everyone’s hearings. One of the guys had shot his leg, resulting to a croak in his steadiness as he cried out in pain, swerving downward with his free hand gripping his leg an
Chapter 4 Marco graced the scene with his hand on the knob pushing the door to the side. His vision set on the two mortals laying on his bed naked and curled together. One was acquainted with him while the other is strange and unknown. The latter he knows turning out to be the same lady who broke his heart, destroyed his trust and present no value to his eyes. It was her in his own apartment, and not anywhere else, then in his own room and not the other one available guest room in the house, and lastly on his bed, and not other places when the couch at the living room is vacant. A vile audacity she possessed. The rage in his eyes spread through his face as it enveloped his system like a burning fire, he walked in the room further. Hearing the door opened Gina had separated from her concubine, moving totally aside when who showed up turned out to be Marco. She grabbed the sheet, dragging it over her naked bosom and staring at him with shame. The other guy also rolled to the sid
Chapter 5 Marco wasn’t hurt or offended by the insults he hurled at him, rather at the girl he loved sitting there on the bed, seeming to be enjoying the way her new boyfriend is treating him. It stung deeper than his words, slicing through his body with a edge sharper than a knife. “Are you listening to me? I said apologize for yelling at her.” He requested again. Marco’s eyes trailed away from Gina, setting back to facing the man in front of him with his hand scrupling his collar. “Get your eyes off me.” His hard voice released the command, the tone matching his gaze that morphed a threatening expression back to him. He snorted at his demeanor, not fazed by his appearance. “I said apologize to her right now if you don’t want your face getting bloody, because I won’t ask again.” He repeated himself to Marco. Marco let out a light scoff, rolling his tongue through his bottom teeth. His brows slanted up in a curve looking back up at him. “Get your fucking hands off me!” With no
Chapter 6 Marco didn’t know what to do, the least he wanted was for his honor to be stomped upon as they drag him out with disgrace. Then he raised an index at the lady, “You think I’m lying, let me call him so you’d be sure I know exactly what I’m doing here and who I’m here for.” Marco said to her. Dipping his hand into his pocket and retrieving his battered phone, he depended so hard on the lingering percent that keeps the screen lighted.The percent was low and flat, a long call would drain it dead but he had to fry his luck, else this lady would think of him as a beggar and drag him out, this disgracing him in front of all the audience casually present. He strolled to the newly saved contact, clicking on the particular one that has the old man’s man and putting it to dial. Just as the first ring went through the call was picked, and at the end the old man’s voice boomed. “Young Master, hello.” His greeting were polished with respect, same with his tone.“Yes, but I’m in the
Chapter 7Dren stared with his pupils nearly bulging out of his sockets, his lips parted in stupefaction. If he wasn’t wrong, Anders; the president of Lourd’s Green Energy. The finest and richest energy source in the whole city. The president was the man he saw bowing at an impoverished lowlife individual gagged up in rags appearing worthless than he can ever imagine. Anders Coleman was the president of Lourd’s Green Energy. And everyone knew he attained such powerful and wealthy position by his acquaintance with this super rich family that the public had no scent of. They were a mystery, one no man in the whole city is yet to solve. All they know is the Lourd’s name used to be for a family that sometime later were off on the streets, no one knew what the family is consist of anymore ever since the tragic incident that took place years ago. This pushed the Lourd’s into hiding and fading off the public eye, gradually becoming a ghost. Anders was then given control all over, he bec