"Flint Martin?" Sullivan raised a brow at John."Yes, General," John replied confidently."Are you sure this video was from yesterday's surveillance cameras?" Sullivan asked."Yes General," John said.Sullivan, John, and William gathered around the tablet, their eyes fixed on the image of Flint Martin. The tension in the room was palpable as they tried to unravel the mystery surrounding the young man.Everyone's mind racing with different possibilities and opinions."Since he's the son of Mrs. Martin, one of the members of the five great families," William pointed out, his voice laced with suspicion. "He's probably working with them, General."John nodded in affirmation.It was as if Mr William spoke exactly what was on his mind.Sullivan's expression was skeptical, his eyes narrowing as he considered the possibility. This was possible but most members of the five great families do not allow their children to indulge in whatever activities they did.Some of them even preferred leavi
"What do you want from me?" Martin groaned. "It's simple, I want you to suffer and pay for what you did to my family," Sullivan replied. "I didn't do anything," Flint replied. "Even in this situation, you still dare to deny the truth," Sullivan smirked. He goes over to a coach and makes himself comfortable. "People that lie to me do not live to see the next sunrise. I'm going to have to punish you even further." Sullivan said narrowing his eyes to the figure before him."I'm not afraid of you," Flint said."But you should be, I can do things to you and you will pray for death to take you," Sullivan said.Sullivan turns to John with a stern gaze."He's a stubborn one, I'll give him that," Sullivan said, his eyes gleaming with amusement then returned to Flint. "But it won't matter soon. You'll be begging for mercy before the end." "I'll never beg you for anything." Flint's eyes flashed with defiance. "We'll see about that." Sullivan chuckled.He had a wonderful seems of torture
"Prepare the car we set out to ride to the Jabs family."Mrs. Martin's car screeched to a halt in front of the Jab's mansion, and she stepped out.Her eyes blazing with anger and grief as she stared at the building in front of her.When Jason's father's men informed him that Mrs Martin had arrived he was shocked because it was a long time she had visited them since the return of the dragon general.Jason's father and mother came to welcome her, but she was unmoved by their gesture."It's a pleasure to see you, what brings you here." Jason's father said.Jason's parents noticed her expression was sober."Emily, what's wrong?" Jason's mother asked, noticing her distress. "You look like you've lost your last breath. Are you okay?"Jason's mother noticed that she wasn't with her son. It was unusual because whenever she visited them she always came with Flint."Where is Flint?" Jason's mother asked curiously.Mrs. Martin's face twisted in rage when she heard the name of her son. "Where
"I... I don't understand." Flint stuttered. Mrs Martin narrowed her eyes towards Jason with a murderous gaze."What's there not to understand? Flint is dead and it's your fault." She said. "What did you do to him," she said again in a low tone. "What did you have him do that made the dragon General kill him." She screamed as she charged at him. Jason's father quickly stepped in and held her away from his son. Jason was panting in fear, he never expected that something like this would happen.Worse of all, he told Flint to be discreet about this plan so it wouldn't be able to be traceable to them.Jason's father noticed his son was dipped in thoughts.He wanted to squeeze the life away from the boy that always gave him a headache but he couldn't because he was his flesh and blood.He charged at the boy, tightly gripping his collars."What did you do? You stupid boy." Jason's father asked harshly."Honey calm down, don't hurt him too much it's not his fault." Jason's mother was ple
The tension in the room was palpable as the two former friends and allies faced off against each other. Once they were united but a mistake ruined years of friendship.Jason's father, contemplated reason with Emily, but she was beyond consolation.She was bent on getting what she wanted and showed no sign that she was going to back down.He was going to deal with his son but he was not letting him be murdered."Avenge your son?" James repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. "Emily, think about what you're doing. You're letting your grief and anger cloud your judgment."The whole bickering was beginning to bore Mrs Martin.She couldn't wait for the other members to arrive so they could decide on the case."How many times am I going to explain this to you." "You have no right to lecture me, James. Your son is the one who got my son killed. He's the one who deserves to die." Mrs Martin's eyes flashed with anger."I know my son made a mistake, Emily. But killing him won't bring Flint
"A vote?" Jason's father's voice was laced with worry. He had worked with these people for years and he more than anyone knew what they were capable of. "Yes, a vote so that it will be fair justice." Mr Brown smiled. "It's not going to be justice if you want to murder my son." Jason's father yelled. "Murder? Perhaps." Mr Almer's face turned into a smile."But it is not like your son is innocent either." Mr Smith said."Yes, your son has proven to be a danger to our cause and he must be eliminated." Mr Brown said.Mrs Martin nodded her head in agreement. She likes the way she was getting support from the rest members and it was only a matter of time before they pressured Jason's father into giving up his son. "Danger? What kind of danger could he possibly hold? He's a boy." Jason's father said."A very foolish one at that." Mr Smith remarked as he rolled his eyes."James, we know your son is a delinquent. He was the reason why we lost our strongest hold and not Evelyn." Mr. Almer
When Sullivan went back to the hospital he found Erica sleeping soundly and he felt peace.He reached out and ran his hands over her hair.He didn't like hiding things from them. But for her sake, he was going to try.The more he gazed upon Erica's peaceful face, he felt a pang in his heart. He wished he could tell her the truth, but he knew he couldn't.He only hoped that she wouldn't hate him when she found out about the things he did.Just then, Erica stirred, her eyes fluttering open.Sullivan quickly turned his eyes because they were already filled with tears.He didn't want her to see him in this kind of state. "Sullivan?" she whispered, her voice weak.Sullivan's heart skipped a beat. He heaved a deep sigh before he rushed to her side. "Hey, baby. How are you feeling?" "I'm okay. I'm just a little tired." Erica's eyes focused on him, and she smiled weakly.Sullivan's eyes welled up with tears but did his best to control the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him as he to
"What is it?" Sullivan asked. He noticed John was giving him a signal that he couldn't say it in front of his wife. "I'll be back," Sullivan said to Erica. When he was about to leave she held him back. "Where are you going?" She asked with skepticism. "I'll be back," Sullivan said with an assuring smile. He gives her a soft kiss on her head and leaves with John. Erica knew something shady was going on and Sullivan was hiding it. But why? This was the question she asked herself as she lay down on the bed. With a deep sigh, she closes her eyes to a slumber. Sullivan made sure they were outside the hospital before he turned to John. He knew Erica was smart and she could follow them and eavesdrop on their conversation. "What is the situation?" Sullivan asked. "It's chaotic amongst the five great families," John said. "Oh," Sullivan smirked as he raised a brow to John. "Mrs Martin wanted revenge for her son but Mr Jab refused to give his son up," John said. "