Grace’s fingers dug into Alarick’s shoulder as she grinned at the crowd. Alarick composed himself but moved away from Grace successfully removing himself from her iron grip and gave the press a small smile. The crowd didn’t notice the tension between them so they kept on shouting out various questions. Each of them wanting to get the scoop on the King family that could catapult them to the next stage of their career.Alarick frowned. He knew that this was Grace’s plan to turn the tables and tell her own form of the story to the public. No doubt she was going to use this to her advantage but Alarick was also going to use this. He was going to beat her at her own game. He would show her that he too could stoop down to her level. A stocky male reporter stepped up and shouted a question above the rest.“We got some information that you were signing over your company today. Is that true Mr. King?”“Yes, it is.”No one was interested in knowing why she was alive because the details of her f
Alarick’s car pulled up to the location that was on the phone that Grace had handed over to him. It was an old decrepit building and by the looks of it no one could tell what it actually was unless they had been in it. Alarick got down from his car and eyed the building. It looked like there had been some homeless people living there at some time due to the sheer number of abandoned tents and mattresses that he saw laying outside on the asphalt. Alarick paid no mind to the rubbish that laid on the ground. He went in through the front door and instantly the musty smell of the room hit him. He wrinkled his nose and covered his mouth. “Ugh. What is that?”Alarick glanced over to the side of the door and saw several dead rats around what he could only assume to be food laced with rat poison. He gagged and turned away from it. With the amount of machinery that littered the room, Alarick could tell that the building was probably a warehouse for large construction machinery of some sort.
Charlotte stood in the bathroom with her hair tied up in a towel and one tied around her body. She looked at the image staring back at her in the mirror. Her hands grazed the mark on her neck and she winced at the pain she felt from the burn. Her hands dropped from her neck and went to her wrist. The rope burns were still hurting a bit and they stood out from her skin colour. The women had helped her relax a bit and washed off all the grime and dirt that coated her body but it wasn't the same. She didn't feel the same as how she did before all this happened. Although her skin was clean her mind had been darkened and stained by what she had endured. They scrubbed her severally but they can’t scrub the memories away.Charlotte's hands dropped as tears began to swell up in her eyes. She couldn't believe how she looked. Being captured and tied up had turned her into a distasteful version of herself. She bit her lip, willing the tears to go back. When she was taken by Alarick, she cried.
Alarick watched as Charlotte walked away without turning back. He pulled his hair at Charlotte’s dismissal of his proposal to work together. He knew it was going to be tough to get her on his side but he was hoping that he wouldn’t need to convince her that much. He thought of when she called him out for being self-centered and he winced. Charlotte was right about that in some cases but being narcissistic was out of the question. Alarick let out a sigh. He really couldn’t do anything except to go after Grace himself. He couldn’t force Charlotte and he wouldn’t dream of it especially after what he did to her.Alarick looked at the tombstone again before walking away and going to the mansion. His father knew that today was the day for signing over but he didn’t know that Alarick had already signed it over yet. Cillian had still expected Alarick to come up with a plan so they wouldn’t lose all they worked for but it didn’t turn out that way. Ever since Alarick told Cillian that Grace was
Alarick's car pulled up in front of the penitentiary. He alighted from the car and huffed. He hadn't even gone inside the building but he could already tell that he was going to have a hard time in there. The building reeked of hate and contempt as the degenerate convicts out in the yard glared at Alarick while he approached the main gates. They all stopped what they were doing and went towards the gated fence to get a good look at him. It wasn't everyday you see a trillionaire consciously and actively walk up to prison by himself. Normally, they only get dragged in to live like the convicts when sentenced. The convicts shouted and hooted at him to get his attention but Alarick paid them no mind."Name and purpose?" The guard at the gate asked, looking at the clipboard, wishing that he was anywhere else than at the security post."Alarick King. Here to see Micah King."The security guard looked up at Alarick and licked his lips. The man grinned at him and smacked his lips."Did you s
“What do you want in return for the information you want to give to me?” Micah placed his hand on his chin.“Hmm, I really want some good food. Prison food is trash. Maybe a fillet mignon and some red wine. Obviously, a large side dish. Then an extensive menu after that for me and whoever I choose to feed as well for at least a month.”Alarick looked at Micah confused.“You want food? Not protection. Not security or to be let out early?”“You can’t do anything without your company right now. I’m sure that by now everyone knows that you aren’t in charge anymore and most people in the business industry wouldn’t want to associate with you anymore. Sure, you might still have some friends that are willing to bend over backwards for you but they can only do so much for me. I just want to have a nice meal because the food in here sucks. I’ve already been working on my own protection since you put me in here to rot. I’m not at the top of the food chain yet, but I’m close. And I’m not stupid,
Alarick, Charlotte and Scarlett sat down in the living room of the mansion, looking at each other with no one saying a word. Alarick looked at them, still a bit surprised that they were here as they both stared pointedly at him. Some moments of silence went by before Alarick said something.“You said we needed to talk so why the silence?” He asked Scarlett.Scarlett crossed her legs and leaned back in her seat.“It’s about your company.”“And am I to assume both of you came here together?”Charlotte shook her head.“We came here separately and for different reasons but we had a talk while we waited for you to come back.”Alarick intertwined his fingers.“Talk? About what?” “Your situation with the company. When I saw it in the news I couldn't believe that you would actually sign over your company just like that. I needed to know why you did that.”Alarick turned to Charlotte after Scarlett spoke.“And you? I thought you wanted nothing to do with me or the family.”“Scarlett came here
Hours passed and after some more planning the women began to leave. All except Charlotte. She stayed behind and pored over the files that littered the room. Alarick, who had left a bit earlier, walked back into the room with a bottle of water in his hands.“It’s getting late. Are you sure you don’t just want to stay over so that you wouldn’t have to stress yourself when you want to go to bed? I could get you some food too.”Charlotte spoke without looking up from the paper in front of her. “I’m not hungry and I’d rather go back to my house than spend a night here.”Alarick placed the bottle on the table.“Grace might still be out to get you. I could send some men with you to keep an eye out but it’s still dangerous for you to be out there alone.”Charlotte looked up and eyed Alarick.“I’ll take my chances.”“Don’t be stubborn. I know that you don’t want to be near me right now but I don’t want anything bad happening to you because you decided to take your chances with a deranged kill