Michael had finally been taken to the military base, he remained calm and composed not bothered but the intimidating gazes he was getting from people, and stared at them, he had been chained to kneeling on the floor which was quite humiliating but he didn’t mine an inch as numerous men gazed at him with their weapon aimed but he still wasn’t scared or gazed by it as though he had expected it all along.“When is your general going to be here, I still have other African iTunes that need my very attention,” Michael tells them but no one says anything and he decides to keep quiet and watch how things are going to unfold before him.A man walked through the troops keeping tabs i Ali's cheek and gazed at him with a ferocious gaze as though he was some sort of criminal who had been caught.“You must be Michael Montreal right?” He asked but Michael didn’t reply to his questions.“Isn’t it my right to know why I have been brouguyjbhere and chained here?” Michael asked the man who had a look of
“Wake up, honey,” said a blue-eyed, blonde lady as she walked out of the bathroom. She tied her pink robe in place and wrapped a small towel around her wet, matted hair. Just across where she stood was the bed, its frame riddled with scratches and patches. And on the bed was Eric, who slowly groaned himself awake. The lady giggled softly as she walked over to the bed and sat beside him, “You'll be late, you know? And you know how Mr. Donovan reacts to that.” “Ugh. You mean the same Mr. Donovan that forced me to work a double shift yesterday?” Eric rubbed his glabella as he sat up, the white blanket rolling off his body. His bare chest was quite hairy with a few scars ingrained on his skin. “Yes, he doesn't like you. It's common knowledge. But what choice do we have?” she shrugged with a smile. Eric stared into her eyes and found himself smiling too. Not only was her smile very contagious, it was what kept Eric going. If it wasn't for her, he might have just lost it. Maybe he'd h
‘No… No way. She wouldn't—Isobel isn't like that,’ Eric was in an internal conflict with himself as he stood in the corridor, baffled by the moans and giggles coming from the living room.It took every thing in him to stop him from storming into the room and confronting Isobel and whoever was with her. He was sure to have heard the voice of man but he didn't want to believe it. It felt so unreal, it was like a dream. Isobel would never stoop so low to cheat on him.Sure, he had little to offer her financially. But that was why he was working his butt off everyday to make sure she could afford whatever she needed. Everything he had done, every risk he had taken to make a few bucks, was for her.He knew how hard it must have been for her to get disowned by her own family, just because of him. Though she never complained about it, he could tell that she is was hurt by it.Albeit, that wasn't enough reason for her to cheat on him. First of all, with who? If she could love someone with not
He stared into her disgusted eyes and almost burst into tears. He couldn't hide how betrayed and hurt he was.“I-Isobel–” he tried to reason with her but she shut him up with another slap.He watched as she rushed back to Mason and knelt by his head, yelling for someone to grab her a towel.“I'm fine… ugh… I'm fine…” Mason groaned, forcing himself to sit up. He looked at Eric with pure hatred, “So you're not just poor, you're a coward too. You just had to catch me off guard. You're going to regret doing that.”“You wanna go?” Eric squeezed his fists. He was too full of hate and rage. He had thought that Isobel would reconsider after he had shown dominance over Mason, but it seemed she never loved him in the first place.Mason scoffed, rubbing his jaw, “Why would I fight some backwash dreg?” He raised his left hand and gestured towards Eric, “Luke, Peter, you know what to do.”Two bouncers emerged out of nowhere and Eric’s eyes dilated. He wanted to run but they were faster. One of the
Before Eric could say a word, the old man added, “Or should I say, Leopold.”Eric froze as he heard the name. His eyes dilated. He had heard that name from someone, somewhere, but where and from who? It also seemed to have been a long time since anyone called him that.It was his name but strangely, he didn't know that it was his name, not until now.“W-What did you just call me?” He stuttered.The old man sighed as he seemed to have finally stolen Eric's attention, “I guess I should introduce myself first. My name is Spencer, I've been working for your father since before you were born.”Eric circled around the bed, now clad in his jacket and shirt, and sat before the old man, “Just who exactly is my father? I can't even remember who my mum is too. What happened?”The struggles of life had never given him the chance to think about important details like this. His life with Isobel was also a key factor, since she took all his worries away… well, for as long as that lasted.Old man Spe
“Friend?” Roman could only stare in awkward silence as he stared in shock seeing just how close Alastor was with Michael and now he had gone out that Michael was indeed the God of war.The home was stunned by how Michael knew that the man calling him friend just now was a powerful commander-general who had so many people under his control and of all people to befriend he chose Michael.“How could such a thing happen?” Zee was I. Shock as she gazed at the men before her with wide eyes and in absolute confusion, she couldn’t tell if this was a dream or not as she was glued to a spot unable to move because she was still in shock. Confusion spread across her face as she stared at him quietly, standing before her was a powerful man who somehow knew an irrelevant bastard like Michael.“Didn’t expect to see you.” Michael gazed at Alastor with a bored look making the young man burst into laughter and pull him into a warm hug, Michael didn’t resist and patted his back lightly.“You’re a bummer
“Now if you may know, this man you assume to be worthless is the oldest son of the Montreal family who are very close friends with me,” Alastor tells her and General Roman freezes.“Michael Montreal?” He mumbled trembling in his position as it all began to click, he finally realized why those people had called him earlier and yet he refused to listen, even when General Brimes asked for the release of Michael he didn’t want to release this cocky man that was irritating him.He had finally realized that he had made a mistake that could not be made up for, he had messed with the wrong family that even the military was below them and they could easily crush anyone who dared to try anything.“We’re finished,” Roman mumbled as he stared at Zee who was visibly trembling. She could only regret the fact that she had tried to take revenge for Marcus and now her life and that of her family was over.“You caused this for me you bitch.” Roman finally mustered up the strength to talk. “You told me
Let me give him a call, I’m pretty sure he won’t hesitate to help.” Alice tells her daughter with a huge smile on her face.“Of course, go ahead, it’s not like we have any other option here.” Lucy shrugged her shoulders and without wasting any more time, Alice pushed up her phone from inside her bag dialing the number in the card.“Hello Mr. Raphael, there is something my daughter would like to discuss with you.” She says and quickly hands over the phone to Lucy before she can refuse.“Hello, seems this is quite important so please feel free to tell me what it is.” A voice resounded from the other end of the line.“I have a little favor to ask of you and hope you can help out.” She replied to him without hesitation.“Sure tell me.” He encouraged her.“I have a… friend who is being held captive by the military and needs you to help free him,” She tells him and for a while, there was a long pause. “Well, it’s okay if you can’t help out.” She says immediately.“Of course I can, tell me h