Helen and Davin hurried towards their car, the tension from the fight still surging through their veins. The darkened streets outside seemed almost peaceful compared to the chaos they had just left behind. Helen's heart was pounding. As they approached the car, Helen glanced back towards the warehouse. The flashing lights and the distant sound of sirens reminded her just how close they had come to disaster. She turned to Davin, “We need to get out of here and go over these documents, babe.”Davin nodded, his face set in grim resolve. He hurried into the car, and they sped off, the tires screeching as they left Locks Crescent. The drive home was tense, the silence in the car heavy with the weight of what they had just endured.But their brief moment was shattered as they turned onto their street. Davin’s eyes widened in shock. “No way… what's she doing at my gate?" he muttered under his breath.Helen followed his gaze and saw Lyra standing at the gate, her hands resting on her wais
“Did you hear that, babe?” Helen asked, her voice low and tense. Davin’s expression shifted from casual contentment to one of concern as he looked toward the gate.“Yeah, I heard it,” Davin replied, setting his glass down and standing up. His demeanor had shifted, the relaxed posture replaced by a readiness that suggested he was bracing for another confrontation. “It sounds like someone’s trying to get in.”Helen’s thoughts raced. The previous night’s chaos still loomed heavily in her mind, and the last thing they needed was another interruption. The calm they had found was quickly being overshadowed by an unsettling sense of deja vu.“I’ll check it out,” Davin said. “You stay here and keep an eye on the documents. I don’t want to leave anything to chance.”Helen nodded, her eyes betraying a mix of anxiety and respect for Helen’s resolve. “Be careful.”Davin made his way through the house, his steps cautious. The noise grew louder as he approached the gate, a series of urgent thuds ac
Helen’s mind swirled with panic and desperation as she raced back outside. She had to find someone, anyone, who could help Davin. Her breaths were uneven, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum.She dashed through the backyard, her eyes darting around for any sign of the attackers or potential rescuers. The street was now eerily silent, the red salon car and its men gone without a trace. Helen's heart sank as she spotted the figure of her husband lying motionless on the ground.“Oh no, Davin!” she cried out, her voice trembling. She stumbled to his side, the sight of him bleeding and still sent a chill down her spine. Blood was pooling around his head and mouth, his breathing shallow and uneven.Helen knelt beside him, her hands shaking uncontrollably as she touched his face. The warmth was fading, and panic surged through her veins. She tried to apply pressure to his head wound with her coat, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.“Help! Somebody, please!” Helen’s voice w
Helen sat in the sterile, bright waiting area of the hospital, her mind a jumble of worry and fear. The fluorescent lights above buzzed softly, casting an unnatural pallor over everything. Her hands gripped a small, worn-out clutch she had managed to keep with her, though it now felt like a lifeline to a world that seemed distant and unrecognizable.Time dragged on, each tick of the clock on the wall amplifying her anxiety. Nurses and doctors moved in and out, their faces a mix of professional detachment and concealed empathy. Helen's gaze darted to every new arrival, hoping for any sign, any news about Davin. The seconds felt like minutes, and minutes like hours.Her thoughts drifted back to the harrowing moments before the ambulance arrived. Davin’s condition had been dire, his breathing ragged and his face pale against the darkened backdrop of the street. The young woman who had helped her, though a stranger, had been a beacon of hope. Helen had caught her name Laura as she answere
Helen stretched as best she could in the stiff, uncomfortable waiting room chair, feeling the morning light warm her face. Her thoughts were a blend of fatigue and apprehension; the previous night's vigil had drained her both physically and emotionally. Laura stirred beside her, blinking groggily in the daylight."Good morning," Laura said softly, stretching as well."Good morning," Helen replied, managing a tired smile. "I hope you slept a little better than I did."Laura nodded. "I did get a few hours. It was hard, though. How are you holding up?"Helen sighed. "I’m trying to stay positive, but it’s difficult. I’m just so anxious about Davin. I keep replaying the events of last night in my mind."Laura nodded sympathetically. "It’s completely understandable. It must be incredibly hard to wait like this. Do you need anything? Maybe some coffee or something to eat?"Helen shook her head. "No, thank you. I’m not sure I could keep anything down right now. But I appreciate the offer."La
All through that evening, Helen's eyes were fixed on the clock, the hands crawling forward with torturous slowness. Laura, sensing Helen’s increasing tension, kept up a steady stream of conversation, but her own anxiety was palpable.Suddenly, the door to the waiting area swung open, and Dr. Reynolds walked in with an unusual expression, a mixture of disbelief and urgency. Helen’s heart leapt at the sight of him.“Mrs. Davin?” Dr. Reynolds called out, approaching them. “I need to speak with you immediately. It’s about Davin.”Helen’s breath caught. “What’s happened? Is he all right?”Dr. Reynolds motioned for her to follow him to a quieter corner of the waiting room. Laura, noticing Helen’s distress, stayed close behind. As they reached an area in the hospital's lobby, Dr. Reynolds looked both anxious and relieved. “There’s been a development. We’ve been reviewing Davin’s condition closely, and something rather unexpected has come to light.”Helen’s eyes widened with a mix of fear an
Helen and Davin left the hospital room, the sterile scent of the corridor. Laura, trailing behind them, kept a close eye on Helen, who was a whirl of conflicting emotions: relief, worry, and an unyielding determination.As they reached the hospital’s lobby, Davin turned to Helen. “Babe, I'm sorry if I'll have to go to the extent of finding and revenging these men.”Helen nodded, her eyes scanning the area. "I can't judge you for it, dear…but there's one thing I desire." Davin's eyes widened, "... And, what's that?""I'll want to be a part of it… Let’s start with the route we took.”Davin led the way, his steps quick and purposeful. Helen and Laura followed, their footsteps echoing softly in the quiet hospital. The three exited the building and made their way to Helen’s car, a sleek Mercedes parked just outside.Once inside, Helen took the wheel, and Davin directed her, guiding her through the city streets toward the route they had taken earlier that day. ***********The city was al
Davin’s phone buzzed on the passenger seat as Helen drove through the quiet streets on their way back to the hospital. He lowered his eyes into the screen, and it displayed an unknown number. With a slow swipe, he answered the call."Hello?"A smooth, authoritative voice greeted him. “Davin, I presume?”“Who’s calling?” Davin’s tone was steady, revealing nothing of his inner thoughts.“My name is Nicholas,” the caller said, his voice calm and deep.“I would like to invite you for a formal deal." He said. " Why not meet me at the Sterling Hotel tonight?"Davin pondered for a moment, his mind racing, "What meeting exactly?" He asked. "I thought you're a man, a business man shouldn't be asking what meeting it is, as far as it is promising!" Nicholas yelled.Davin chuckled, his voice echoing from the other side of the phone, "That's interesting… you'll see me, then." He said. Nicholas clapped, "Now you're talking …Come alone.” he snarled and ended the call. Before Davin could respond, t