"Inmate 228, A visitor is here to see you." The warden called out to Henry Neville who still. looked the same. There was no sign of remorse, guilt, or pain in the monster that headed his way. Henry exuded pride."Well, well, well. Who do I have here, the great Aaron Churchill at my humble abode." He snickered in his seat, enjoying the view of Aaron's form opposite him holding the telephone to his ears like he could launch him through it.Henry knew why Aaron journeyed to Pennsylvania Correctional Center where he was thrown in and anticipated the visit. He felt at peace knowing he was not the only person living in hell, Aaron needed to have a taste of it. The young man looked cool, calm, and calculated but behind those edges was a little boy. The first thing Henry was going to do once he got out, was to shoot him in the head and watch him bleed to death. He made a mistake the first time, he wasn't going to miss his target again. He was the lord of the correctional facility, feared an
"PIM" blared the horn of an outdated Corolla which sent Annie flying behind the waste bin that stood tall and high enough to shield her from prying eyes as she stalked the high and mighty Churchill empire.It has become a hobby of hers to watch the building, hoping to catch a glimpse of Aaron. She has become obsessed with what could have been and detested her mother for being the architect of her problem and the root cause of her current situation.Lucas used her as a pawn in his game and her own family mooched off her. The shoot-out that sedated Helen to a sleep-induced coma, caused her to bless the heavens for being on her side. The haggard wench couldn't stay down for long.There he was in all his handsome glory. Aaron Churchill. Her eyes burnt with angry tears, filled with regret. "Aaron! Aaron, how have you been?." She found herself headed toward his direction, not caring if she looked like some psycho wacko.Aaron was in a big turmoil as his mind battled with the awkwardness t
After his ordeal with his psycho wacko wife at his company's building, Aaron headed to the florist shop to pick up the flowers for Helen who was still infuriated at him for lying to her about their marital status. Aaron as far as he was concerned was already tied to her in ways she could never imagine. He blamed the damn amnesia for that situation he found himself in. But as a man who knew how to get what he wanted, he was going to start from scratch to get her to fall for him all over again. First, flowers were a lady's best friend. "Good day, Mr. Churchill." He noticed the lady at the counter sent him a flirtatious gaze as she popped up her little titties in his face. Uninterested in her advances, he collected what he came for and without giving her another walk out of Hathaway's Flower Heaven. "Women," Aaron muttered to himself with a disappointed nod. The Churchill mansion never felt so close yet distant as he sauntered up the stairs, hoping to coincidentally collide with Hele
Aaron was at a loss for words with Dr. Miller's information. Anna tried to take her life and was on life support at the moment. His throat went dry as the voices in the background including that of Helen drowned out with the overwhelming shock and fear that became of him on his way to the hospital. "Are you alright?." Helen stood up as well, the food completely forgotten. On a good day, Aaron would have found their situation hilarious. Their meals always got interrupted whenever they had the chance to eat together. "It's nothing, I'll be right back." Aaron did not see the need to disclose what had been discussed on the phone to Helen. Even if he did, she had no recollection of who Anna was or her previous position in his life. He was on a mission to woo her, hearing another woman's name from his lips, did not sound like a good idea. He drove off in the middle of the night to the hospital but was met by Anna's brother and mother. "You monster! You did this to her! If she dies, h
Helen had no idea what caused such an abrupt reaction from Aaron, it went from a phone call to his fork clattering to the ground and then there was him, trying to recollect his thoughts leaving her with little or no information before heading out. "Emily." She called out to Emily who came running from where she stood in the kitchen, probably peeping through a tiny hole to know what caused such a ruckus."You called for me ma'am." She replied. "The food should be refrigerated for later, trust me when I say I enjoyed your meal." Helen complimented Emily's cooking and was rewarded with a smile, her beam radiant. Helen headed towards the master's bedroom ready to shower and call it a night. A flashback of the night's event, had her wondering what it could be that had Aaron at attention. Curiosity got the better part of her as she began to peruse through his personal belongings."This is so wrong Helen. Get a grip of yourself." She gave herself the pep talk before putting his things in or
Aron Churchill, the sole owner of the big and mighty business ventures in the world, thought he could outsmart himself this time around. Sadly for him, Lucas was a hundred steps ahead of him. A retaliation was in order for ruining his master plan and sending him out of business. "The plan failed at Kingston, how the fuck did you let it happen?." He thundered at the man behind the counter."Don't worry son, one failure is only a stepping stone to greater achievements." The grey haired man who looked like he was having a field day at the county jail replied. Un bothered and obviously enjoying the conversation, he chewed on a piece of gum, the smacking sound sending Lucas on edge."Uncle Henry, for fucks sake. I am a complete mess. I need this." Lucas' complaints came out as a childish whine, his uncle's facial expression displayed amusement at Lucas's display of childish behavior."I have my men working round the clock. I'll pave a path for you to proffer a job in the Churchill empire.
"Day 2." Shit, Helen took notes of Aaron's absence in the mansion, the emptiness that came with him running out of the house into the night and without a prior explanation had Helen staring at her phone screen, full of contemplation. "Do I call him, or do I forget about it?." She battled with the part of herself that worried for his well-being. She blamed it on her sex-starved self or maybe she felt guilty for her rude outburst in front of the gym. She had yet to decipher what it was. Her phone screen went and without a second thought, Helen held onto the phone hoping to find his name popped up on it. Maybe a message or a missed call. She sighed when it appeared to be some bank loan spam message. "Ma'am, Ryan is up and bubbly." Emily pried through the opening in the door, her sleep-disheveled hair shooting on every side. At least, Emily always found a way to put her in a good mood. Helen tagged her as "the jack of all trades." Because of her savory coffee. "Go take a shower, I'll
Lucas shuffled through his stuff, picking the things he needed for his little trip. Uncle Henry had created a pathway for his grand entrance back into the business world. A second chance to recover all that he had lost and get back at Aaron Churchill. Damn. Did Henry miss it when that pompous ass was humble and a meek little desk officer? Now, he had all the power and wealth in the world and he proved it by purchasing his company and running him out of business."Now listen to me, Lucas. Drop the fucking sentiments and make use of your fucking head. Don't disappoint me." Uncle Henry warned before the call got disconnected. Lucas could finally breathe some fresh air outside the stale air he inhaled for the last few months he had to go into hiding. Aaron was going to be shocked to his toes when he realized who the new addition to his security service was. "I am coming for you, Aaron Churchill."He arrived at the bodyguard quarters of the Churchill security service a little bit past midn