Alarick had made it to the location he was given with no time to spare. He swerved into the parking lot and parked. Once he did, he immediately bolted out of the car, leaving Eadie alone and searched around for his family or Dylan even. The lot was empty. Alarick pulled his hair. Where could they be? Alarick was about to get back into his car and try to search for his family when his phone rang. It was still the unknown number so he knew it was Dylan.“I see you’ve made it to the lot in record time. That’s good. Do you have Eddie with you?”Alarick looked around the lot in an attempt to find if anyone was watching him or if any cameras were facing him. He didn’t see anything and continued to speak. “Where are they? You said that I should meet you here so where are you?”Dylan repeated his question."Eddie?""He's here." Alarick answered.“Good. Actually, I’m not there. I just wanted to make sure that you were obedient and didn’t come with any officers. I’ll send a different location
Alarick was snapped out of his trance as he heard the sound of his name getting louder and louder.“Alarick! Alarick!”Alarick turned towards the source of the sound in a haze. Maurice held Alarick’s shirt and tried to drag him up from the ground. Alarick looked down and saw that he was now sitting on the ground. He hadn’t even noticed that he had done that. He squeezed his hands and noticed that Cillian was no longer in his arms also. Alarick turned and searched around for his father in a panic. Maurice lightly slapped Alarick on his cheek.“Alarick! Snap out of it. We have to go.”Alarick ignored Maurice and was about to stand up into the line of fire when Maurice pulled him back down forcefully. Alarick tried again but Maurice was steadfast. Maurice wasn’t sure exactly what was going through Alarick’s mind at that time but he knew he had to reassure him about his father, Cillian first.“Alarick, he’s safe. We took him to the back of the barricade. We have to leave. Dylan and his me
A ray of bright morning light rippled through the dark curtains and shone on Alarick’s eyes rousing him from his sleep.“Ugh.”Alarick raised his palm to his head to shield his eyes. He groaned and turned over covering his head with a stray pillow. The image of blood and the flowing of blonde hair in the wind before a body fell flashed in his mind. Alarick threw the pillow off his head and sat up straight. His hands touched his hair. It was real. What he witnessed was real. Grace was really dead. Alarick sighted the bottle of whisky he dropped the night before. He instinctively gagged at the thought of drinking it again. It would only make him forget and that was not what he needed. He needed to remember who killed Grace. He needed to keep the fire of hatred within him burning for him to be able to take revenge. Revenge on Dylan.Alarick stood up from his bed while simultaneously grabbing the bottle from the ground. He capped it and set it on his bed stand before stripping his clothe
Alarick ignored Charlotte’s cries and went over to his father’s room. As he walked, he thought about Charlotte’s behavior. He couldn’t fathom how she could kill her own father and Grace, then fake tears for the people she had killed. It was unbelievable. For her to act as if she was innocent through it all. To him, it showed just how twisted and evil she was. How did he see such a sweet and caring woman before?Alarick pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind as he arrived in front of his father’s bedroom door. He raised his hands to knock on the door but paused for a bit. He wasn’t sure how Cillian would be or react to him asking questions or even being there. He didn’t want to hurt his father anymore but he had questions that needed to be answered and they were running out of time. Dylan could strike again at any moment and he wanted to be ready.Alarick swallowed his nervousness and knocked. As his knuckles rapped against the hard wood, the door swung open a bit to reveal a bi
Alarick stood up from the desk and started to pace near the bed. His mind was swirling with dread and guilt. He had heard Dylan say they had fun with Grace but he refused to believe that Dylan was talking about rape. Now his father just confirmed that Dylan had allowed his men to rape Grace, Dylan may have even participated. That monster defiled Grace. If only he had been more careful. If he had made sure that they were more safe and secure before attempting to catch Dylan then maybe this wouldn’t have happened. He just hadn’t thought that Dylan would be able to extend himself to a different country. He formed a fist and was about to punch the wall when Cillian spoke up.“She tried to tell you all that we noticed and it got her killed. It should have been me who died. She had her whole life ahead of her and they just took it away like it was nothing.”Alarick refrained from hitting the wall and went back to the desk. He faced his father. Cillian saw Alarick’s face, sighed and shook h
Maurice called the attention of the remaining officers in the station. Everyone turned to him and waited to hear what he was going to say.“I know that we have been through some rocky patches with the Dylan case and some of our men have been hurt by his antics but we still have a chance. With the new information that we have, there’s a chance that we can get him before he causes any more harm. Before he hurts anyone else. What he did to our men, our friends, cannot stand. We have to do everything to get that criminal and his accomplices behind bars.”Maurice gave a pause and he saw his fellow officers with him with a look of determination and resolve on their faces. Once he was sure that everyone was on board with his speech, he continued. He pointed to Alarick.“Alarick King here, brought some information to me that could help us track Dylan. We have it on good authority that Dylan and his men won't strike anytime soon until they get a big shipment of something. We don’t know what th
Alarick sat at his desk in his office with a small stubble on his face. The sun began to set causing the warm rays of the retreating sun to pepper the room like light passing through a prism. He sighed and dropped the file he was looking at on the desk with a thud. He put his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes in frustration. Being at the office for days on end was taking a toll on him and his body knew that. It was close to shutting down but his mind was stronger. He had to get through this ordeal. After that, he could rest all he wanted. Alarick picked up the file he threw on his desk and looked at it again.KING CORPORATION ANNUAL BALL That was the heading of the file in his hands. The file contained details about the party he was informed that he had to throw every year to appease their clients and friends all while goading the competition and learning their secrets and strategies. Why did it have to be so close? He sighed and turned to watch the sunset. Now, his hand was be
Charlotte looked at Alarick incredulously. What was the meaning of what he just said? She shook her head in disbelief. No, she must have not heard him right. She must have confused his words because there was no way in the world he would be asking her out, especially with what was going on in their lives right now. How can he lock her up all this time and then suddenly come in here and say she would be his date, and to a public event no less. Wasn’t she his prisoner?Alarick looked around the room like he would rather be anywhere else but in a room with her.“You can’t really expect me to believe that you didn’t hear what I said.” He replied to her question and Charlotte made a face.“I’m convinced I didn’t hear you clearly so for the sake of clarity, say it again.”Alarick gave her a mild glare.“You are going to be my date to the annual ball that I am throwing here at the mansion in the next two weeks. Did you hear me clearly now?”Charlotte shuffled backwards and held her satin rob