CHAPTER 13

Keith opened his eyes slowly the next morning. Something was off.

He blinked again and his blood turned cold instantly, a cold sweat ran down his spine and he could only stare at the muzzle of the gun stationed in between his eyes in abject shock and horror. His heart was racing madly, he couldn’t move.

He glanced at the face of the man holding the gun and the weapon was withdrawn. Wills smiled and tucked the gun away. Keith released a sigh of relief and stared up at the white ceiling, he was panting heavily, his heart refused to be calm.

“Good morning, Mr. Keith,” Wills said with a meek smile.

“What the fuck, Wills?” Keith exclaimed, “Why did you do that? I’ve never had a gun pointed at me! That was terrifying!”

“It’s something you’ll have to get used to, Keith,” Wills replied, perching on a sofa in the room and taking out a smoke pipe from his coat pocket, “It’s a dangerous world you’ve stepped into, like I said. And as much as you have to get familiar with your dynasty,