The next day was a weekend so Alarick stayed in. It was 7:00am in the morning. He sat at the dining table sipping his coffee and going through the latest business articles online. Even if this was one of his work free days he still had to keep up with the market.As he dropped his coffee mug on the table, the doors to the dining room were opened by a hungover Grace. Her hair was disheveled and her tank top slid off her shoulders. She yawned and shuffled inside the dining room.Alarick looked at her in amusement. He watched her move all the way to the seat beside him before she plopped down and groaned. Her head was resting on the dining table."Ugh! Why is it so bright?"A chuckle left Alarick's lips. He closed his MacBook and set it down on the table to focus on the frustrated woman beside him."You drank a little too much last night. You were out cold till now. You didn't tell me you were a lightweight."Grace grumbled."I'm not. You just gave me too much alcohol."Alarick raised h
Alarick headed back home after Grace left him to go take care of something personal. He parked his motorcycle in the garage and went inside the mansion. Just as he was about to climb up the stairs he heard his father's voice."Back so soon? I thought you would be out more today."Alarick turned around and saw his father coming out of his study with a book under his arm."Yeah I thought so too but Grace had something to attend to and since I didn't have anything else to do I came back home.""You and Grace went out together? I see you two are bonding. You do know you have to get your own friends though right?" Cillian asked.Alarick gave a small smile as he walked up the stairs."In due time I will."He heard Cillian chuckle as he disappeared around the corner. He knew his father was right. Ever since he became the son of a trillionaire and a made man in his own right, he didn't have anyone that was close to him. Not that he minded. Grace was already in his life. Alarick's stomach gro
Grace spent a lot of time with Alarick and his father Cillian at their mansion. Days turned to weeks and weeks to months. Over all this time Grace and Alarick grew very close, like they were siblings, especially after all the time they spent hanging out when one or the other wasn't working . She was family to them now and was later integrated into everything that they did. She accepted a job at the company as a tech advisor since she was a genius at anything technological.At this point in their lives everything was going well but all that was about to change. One night while Alarick and Cillian were at home, men wearing all black, carrying guns and duffel bags trespassed on the mansion grounds. The alarms had not gone off so no one in the house was alerted. The guards outside that were meant to keep watch were rendered unconscious so the intruders had no problem getting in the house. Cillian was in his study with Jonathan, his butler and trusted friend, going through some files and
It was the day after the home invasion. That day was serene and calm for most people but not for the King family. Grace opened the doors of the police station and rushed into the building in a frenzy. She searched around the room but couldn't find the men she was looking for. An officer saw her mildly panicking and walked up to her. "Is there a problem, ma'am?" The officer asked.Grace turned to him and replied."Yes. My name is Grace King. I'm looking for Cillian and Alarick King. I'm related to them.""Miss Grace, we were told you may stop by. Come with me, I'll take you to them."She had been on a business trip for the company for a week and just returned that day from a different country to hear that the house had been robbed. The officer started to lead her to a room at the end of a hallway. He opened the door for her and she stepped in. Grace saw Alarick and Cillian in the room and rushed over to them.“Alarick, Uncle. Are both of you okay?”Grace hugged Alarick first and then
A week passed and still there was no new information from the police department about the main perpetrators of the break in. The men that attacked the house were just hired for the job, the main enemy was still unknown. And they still didn’t have any information on how they bypassed a state of the art security system. Cillian and Alarick had been to the station multiple times but according to the officers, the culprits wouldn’t reveal anything. There was also something weird. Their names and faces didn’t show up on any facial recognition software the police had. No birth certificate, parents, not even a blood work. The names they gave were fakes and couldn't be linked to anyone else. They basically didn’t exist in the eyes of the country. Someone must have wiped their records, but how?Nothing came up. The men could not be tried since their identity was still an issue but they were kept behind bars for the time being as they were caught red handed by the police committing the crime.
The burial of Jonathan was surreal to some but at least he was now resting in peace. At the end of the day, the people that had come to mourn him had all gone back to their respective homes. Everyone including Grace and Charlotte. Grace had a contract business to attend to so after the burial she left to return after a few days.It was only two days after the burial but Cillian had gone into a mild depression. Not coming out of his room, not eating or even speaking to anyone including his son. It was unlike him. He had been stronger when the case was still fresh but after the news of not being able to convict the culprits for Jonathan's death, he went on a downward spiral. Alarick could tell that his father was in a fragile state after losing someone that close to him, now he just needed to find a way to put Jonathan's killers behind bars. That would probably help his father heal.Alarick was on the patio thinking about how he could handle the situation when his phone rang. It was on
It was the next day and the courtroom was already filled up. The room wasn't as filled when the Micah scandal came out but there was still a substantial amount of people. To some, the news of common criminals infiltrating the well protected mansion of Cillian King was too much to give up. How did they do it? How long was this planned for? Were they mad? These were some of the questions on everyone's mind in the courtroom. Cillian and Alarick were already seated on the prosecution's side of the room when the doors near the bench opened up to reveal the judge. The bailiff's voice echoed. "All rise!" The murmurs in the court ceased and everyone stood up in respect for the judge. Once he sat down, he gestured to everyone else to have their seats and they did. The judge pulled the file in front of him and read aloud from it. The case of King versus Dylan McCaffrey He continued. "Please bring in the defendant." The side door of the courtroom was opened and Dylan was pulled into th
The trials for the other intruders were held consecutively for two days. They weren't given life sentences because they didn't kill anyone directly but every single one of them were found guilty of every charge. The men including Dylan who had been in a holding cell at the police station for the past two days,were being sent to a supermax prison two hours away, out by the nearest wasteland, to serve out they're sentences. The seven men in total had their chains connected to their wrist and feet. They walked in a straight line towards the two transfer vans used to carry convicted criminals to prison. Seven guards apart from the two drivers of the van watched them closely. Dylan was pulled out of the line and shoved towards one of the vans. "Get in!" Dylan grunted in irritation but obeyed the officer. "No need to get all handsy now." Dylan stepped into the van and watched as his men were being separated and put into different vehicles. Once the officers were done, Dylan counted