Cillian sat at his desk in his study. He had been feeling uneasy for a while so he hadn’t left the house. He poured through an article while he had a glass of rare scotch before dinner. He didn’t drink a lot but on occasions he would have a glass. This was one of those occasions, when he was alone. No one to disturb him, no job to attend to, just some time to himself.Cillian dropped the papers. Something was wrong and he could feel it. He was restless for some reason. He stared at the door then he went back to his paper. Just then a figure came in through the door. One look and Cillian finally knew why he was uneasy all day.“Brother! I hope you missed me.” Micah said with a smile.Cillian grunted as he saw his younger brother, and took a big swig from his glass finishing the contents. He looked at the scotch bottle in the cabinet. He didn’t waste any time in going over and pouring himself another hearty glass.Micah tutted. “You only drink when you’re by yourself, at peace or frus
Alarick finished his dinner and was about to head to bed when he decided to check up on his father because he seemed really upset after leaving the dining room earlier. He walked to his bedroom door and knocked. No one answered. He knocked again and still there was no reply. Alarick chose to open the door and peep inside. He did and saw Cillian laying on the floor clutching a picture of his late mother, tears coating his eyes and cheeks. Cillian had fallen asleep crying over the fact that he couldn’t do anything to save her. Seeing Micah had made him remember his past and it hurt too much. He blamed himself and could do nothing now but to drown his sorrows in alcohol. A bottle of vodka laid beside him discarded on the floor half drunk, another empty bottle beside it. Alarick sighed and stepped into the room. He crouched down to his sleeping father’s body and could smell the alcohol from his opened mouth. He lifted Cillian off the ground and rested him on his bed. Alarick picked up
Cillian, Alarick and a business associate James Burgess, were on their way to attend a business meeting that day. James wasn’t supposed to accompany them but they agreed to let him come at the last minute. Since they hadn’t been expecting anyone else to join them, they hadn’t brought a limo so he had to sit in front with the driver. The ride so far was uneventful as they were occupied with browsing through documents relating to a new investment rather than taking a look around. Even the driver was absent minded as he stared at a beautiful woman from across the street. If they had paid more attention, maybe then they would have noticed the large truck heading straight for them. The impact on Cillian’s side shook the car and caused it to skid across the ground, rubber burning on hot asphalt. Alarick hit his head on the side window which rendered him unconscious immediately. James Burges didn’t have it so good though. Due to the fact that James sat at the front seat without his seatbelt
Days went by and still the police were not able to apprehend the man that Cillian had pointed out to them. They had followed all the leads they had but had still come up empty. So now they had nothing to go on except a picture of a man who could not be found.Alarick was at his office seething after he got a call from the station. He threw his phone onto his desk. He was getting fed up with not having the man who almost killed his father behind bars. He came in to work early to get his mind off the fact that they hadn’t caught the man yet but this call just made everything worse. Why was the man so hard to find? Was he really a ghost or were the police just that incompetent? Just then his phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown number.DAYSIDE PORT 2:00pm TODAYALEJANDRO SANCHEZ WILL BE THERE GO WITH THE POLICEAlarick looked at the phone. He didn’t know who sent him the message. If it was the police, they would have called him instead. He texted the number back. WHO IS THIS
Alarick got to the station some minutes after they brought Alejandro in. They took the culprit to the interrogation room and he went in to watch. Alarick and the officer in charge of his case, Maurice sat down opposite Alejandro who was chained to the table. “Where is your accomplice?” Alejandro was cautious. He knew that the man sitting across from him had threatened his family but he was more wary of the person he was trying to protect. The person who stood him up. “Which accomplice. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “We know you’re a member of the Sinaloa cartel by that tattoo you’ve got.” Maurice asked. Alejandro twitched. “I want a lawyer.” Alarick slammed his fists on the table and that startled Alejandro. “We have evidence of you at the crime scene leaving after you t boned our car.” “You know I’m in the Sinaloa Cartel and you still want me to snitch. Plus, you have evidence so why ask me questions?” Alarick shouted but he was cut off. “Your family…” “If I sn
After Alarick had told his father all that was going on he went straight home to rest. It was late and he didn’t want to go back to the office. Work and this whole case were getting to him. He couldn’t let the company go into ruin because he was focused on getting his uncle and he couldn’t let Micah go free because he was working all the time. He promised himself one calm night. He needed to destress then go right back to them.Alarick instructed the staff to make him dinner immediately he got home before he went into his room and undressed. He had a hot shower and went down to have dinner. After his dinner he went to his room and laid down flat on his huge King sized bed.Alarick tried to fall asleep but sleep’s blissful embrace refused to come. He grunted as he stood up from his bed. If he couldn’t sleep, he would throw himself into work. It was the only thing he could do for now. He had no leads on Micah but he would get some tomorrow.Alarick sat down at his office and started to
After the early interrogation of Alejandro, Alarick had gone to the company. He didn't go straight to the warehouse due to what Alejandro had said about the place. Instead, he decided to use a different approach.Alarick walked to his office but not before seeing his secretary. Vivian sat down at her desk in a black knee length plaid gown. She looked good as her long hair poured down on her shoulders. Alarick walked up to her and tapped on her desk."Good morning Mr Alarick."Vivian stood up immediately she saw him approach her. Alarick gave her a smile."Good morning to you too, Vivian. I have something for you to do. I need you to get in touch with the owner of the warehouse with storage units on Monte Lane in East Harlem. I’ll give you more details so you know the particular one I’m talking about."While he spoke Vivian grabbed her MacBook and typed down what he wanted her to do. "I know East Harlem is no place for a lady such as you but I need you to do this because I trust you c
Alarick, Maurice and some other officers converged at the warehouse he just bought. Maurice watched Alarick as he stepped down from the cab car with some papers in his hands. He couldn't come with his expensive one and a bunch of gaurds to East Harlem. That would cause a lot of trouble since they were planning on keeping a low profile. They all had to dress like civilians but Alarick insisted on wearing his suit."Why are we here?" Maurice questioned.Alarick handed the papers to Maurice who took a look at them. It was the permits for the warehouse."I bought it like I said I would." Maurice gave him a questioning look. It wasn't unheard of that he would buy it but he was surprised that it happened so soon. The man had some serious connections. "How did you even get this place on such short notice?" Alarick shrugged and smirked."I'm Alarick King. I can make anything happen if I want it to."Maurice rolled his eyes. They turned to the door and saw that it was padlocked. Maurice sho