Jason felt a pang of betrayal. His grandfather had orchestrated this hellish "training" and endorsed Scar's cruelty. Here he was thinking that his grandfather was going to save him from Scar.He chuckled bitterly.What a wishful thinking, he thought. Jason’s mind raced back to the actions that led him here, his reckless behavior that got his friend killed.He regrets but he is too stubborn to admit it."Grandfather," Jason said, his voice a whisper of pain and disbelief. "You... you told Scar to do this?"He was expecting another form of answer but his grandfather’s face hardened, all traces of concern vanishing. "Yes, Jason. I did. Your parents sent you away because they believed you were too weak, too irresponsible. You got your friend killed, and they feared you would bring more shame and danger to the family.""No, they did this to save my life. They told me it was just for the moment and when things calm down they would...""And you believe them?" His grandfather chuckled."
"Since you are my grandson I shouldn't expect anything less." His grandfather smiled.Jason stares at his grandfather in surprise."If you wish to kill me then go ahead I'm expecting it. Besides, I killed my father to take over his empire so it's about time you did the same."Jason was speechless but he kept silent.His eyes narrowed over his grandfather and he grunted when he saw his grandfather turning to leave."Goodbye, grandfather. " His grandfather gave a curt nod. "We shall see, Jason. We shall see. Male me proud because I have such high hopes for you."He turned and walked towards the cell door, his cane tapping rhythmically against the stone floor. "Scar will continue your training. Do not disappoint me."As the door closed behind him, Jason was left alone with his thoughts. The pain, the fear, the humiliation—they would not break him. He was angered with rage and he was going to make everyone pay. everyone who looked down on him.His parents, grandparents, scar, and final
Since Scar was already used to his harsh tone He didn't bother too much about it. "You are asking for a death wish but I don't have the time to keep playing with you," Scar said with his eyes fixed on his wrist. "Take him back to his room." Scar ordered. "That will be all for today." He said."Save your strength because you are going to need it for what we are going to do tomorrow." He said. Jason looks at Scar as if staring at him is going to give him the answer he was looking for. He wanted to know where they were going. He doesn't ask because he knows that scar is not going to give him an answer. His best guess was that it was not going to be pleasant because he was a victim of scars and multiple brutality. He just kept his gaze stern as scars men took him back inside the house away from the basement. The moment he stepped out of the basement he heaved a sigh of relief because he was about to breathe in fresh hair. His instinct told him that Scar was not going to be aroun
Lilly's expression softened slightly as she let out a small laugh. "Help me? What makes you think I need your help?""Even if I needed help what can you possibly give me? In this phase of your life, you are the one who needs help." She said."So in summary you're saying?""You can't help me, Jason." She replied."It's nice." He said with a smile."What is?" She frowned. "Hearing you say my name like that.""You are so stubborn and if it continues like this expect to be dead in a week," she said."Chill I just want to help." He chuckled raising his hands in defense."And I said I don't need it." She objected.Jason's smirk widened. "Everyone needs help sometimes, even tough girls like you. So, what is it?""But I get the feeling that you are not a tough girl. You are just acting to be tough." "Think whatever you like it's not my business." She stated firmly."There she goes acting all tough." He remarked.She curled her fist in a ball and punched his stomach."Ugh!" He groaned in
Lilly's body tensed at Jason's question, her back still facing him. For a moment, there was only silence, heavy and charged. She finally turned to face him, her expression guarded."Love? No. It's far more complicated than that," she said quietly. "Love doesn't bind me to him. Obligation does.""Fuck! I don't even know why I'm even having this conversation with you" she exhaled.The thought of Scar walking in on them as they were having this conversation was something that she didn't even want to imagine because it might even cost her life.Jason took a step closer, curiosity and a hint of concern in his eyes.He wanted to know why she was so loyal to him.He had an intention but couldn't beat if it was a good one or bad.He was planning on getting revenge on Scar and she might just be the key he needed."What kind of obligation?"She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as if weighed down by an invisible burden.Memories of that night came to her mind about how her parents dragge
Scar drove his car and stopped in front of a house. When they noticed that he was waiting they quickly opened the gate and he drove inside. He packed inside the garage and strode out. He took off his glasses and tucked his hands in his pocket as he strode out.He sees a well-built man whose face is contorted in a stern expression."Mrs. Martin is expecting you." He said.His face lit up with pride as he puffed his shoulders."Of course she is." He smirked."Lead the way." He said stretching forth his hand.The man's response was silence as he turned and started walking while Scar followed closely.Scar admired the interior of the house as they strode inside."She has a nice taste for antiques." He remarked as he stopped in front of a painting."Don't touch anything or else you want to lose an arm." The man warned."I doubt you will be able to try but go ahead and knock yourself out.""Follow me." The man said with a frown.They finally stopped in front of an office and he opened th
Scar's eyes glinted with amusement.She had never thought he could be bought.If it was money that was a big wrong area because he was already paid handsomely by his grandfather.Unlike Jason who had everything at his beck and call he had to earn everything she had."My price, huh? You think you can just buy me off like some hired gun?""Even if I had a price I don't think you can even meet my terms and conditions." He smirked."Everyone has a price, Scar, you don't have to be shy about it." Mrs. Martin said confidently, leaning back in her chair."I don't judge, what's it? A private island, a jet, money.""You think I would risk going up against my grandfather for mere items as such." He shook his head in disappointment."Well, that's what boys of your age usually like so forgive me if I spoke out of terms or somewhat hurt your ego." She stated firmly."I'm not most boys." He snapped."Your price. You just need to name yours. I'm waiting to do anything."He could hear the desperation
Scar's mind raced as he sped down the road, the engine's roar a distant hum compared to the storm brewing in his thoughts. He couldn't shake off Mrs. Martin's words, her smug smile haunting him."I need to get answers," he said reminding himself of his condition.He was starting to find it hard to breathe.It was as if he was beginning to have a heart attack. She had sown seeds of doubt, and now they threatened to take root.No matter how he tried to keep his head straight those words came to the surface and tainted him.When he got furrowed he groaned."Ugh! Fuck." He cursed under his breath as he smashed his head on the wheel.Thankfully it wasn't a fragile object or else it would have been broken to pieces."I need to think," he said to him He threw his eyes over then was and when he saw an opening he hesitated.Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, He pulled over at a quiet spot, the city's lights shimmering in the distance. Thank Goodness he had a few cans of beer in h