“This is all your fault,” Rachel spat angrily, turning to face Drake who suddenly looked stunned, wondering how her being stopped by the police was his fault. “My daughter is lying in the hospital bed because of you,” she added.
Drake found it hard to connect the dots between Summer being in the hospital and she driving recklessly but all attempts seemed to appear futile.
“Mom, please..” Drake begged, his voice calm while trying to reason with the police officers to let Rachel go.
“Don't you dare call me mom,” she interrupted, her voice rising. “You are nothing but a coward and a gold digger. You never deserved my daughter. Summer's greatest mistake was marrying you. Now see where it landed her - in the hospital bed battling for her life.”
Drake's brows furrowed, confusion mounting up within him, almost making him want to regret having to stopped by to salvage the situation.
“Mother…, not here, please.” He begged.
“Then where?” Rachel snarled.
The officers exchanged puzzled glances wondering what the two of them were talking about. The reason they had stopped Rachel was for her reckless driving but hearing her talk about her daughter and her being in the hospital raised their curiosity.
“What exactly is going on here?” The senior officer asked, trying to find out what exactly the two of them were talking about.
“You see officers,” Rachel began. “This man is a manipulator! He doesn't care about my daughter. The only person he cares about is himself. He plotted the accident and now my daughter is in the hospital.”
“Is that true?” The officer asked, turning to Drake who suddenly felt a pang of hurt but tried to focus, turning his attention to the police officers. “Officers, if you don't mind, can I have a moment with you?” Drake requested, politely.
“You're going to listen to him?” Rachel cut in, her tone dripping with disdain. “He's the reason my daughter is suffering!”
The police officers, clearly uncomfortable with the scene, turned to Drake who seemed to be more responsible to talk to than Rachel who was sounding so lousy.
“Officers, I swear I had nothing to do with the accident,” Drake began, his voice steady and firm. “I've been doing everything within my power to support my family.” He added.
“Don't listen to him!” Rachel shouted.
“Ma'am, will you keep quiet, please?” One of the officers said, trying to sound as politely as possible.
“Yes ma'am, I'll advise you to keep quiet, else we'll have to issue a citation against you for reckless driving.” The other police officer said, his tone firm.
Rachel sneered, her eyes flashing with no remorse. “This is absurd! You can't issue a citation against me for reckless driving.”
“We will, if you don't keep quiet. Maybe you've forgotten that the reason we stopped you is for reckless driving and not because of your family issues?” The first police officer blurted out angrily.
Rachel's brow furrowed, surprised that the police officers would decide to take Drake's side instead of her own.
“This isn't fair, I'm the victim here. My daughter is the one lying on the hospital bed. I deserve to be heard.” Rachel cried.
The second police officer's patience wore thin, “Ma'am, if you don't calm down and allow us to do our Jobs, we'll have to take further actions.”
Rachel glared at the police officer, her defiance palpable. “Further actions? Against me?”
“Yes ma'am,” the officer replied sternly. “You can be charged for reckless driving, just incase you seemed to have forgotten that you exceeded the required speed limit on a minor street road.”
Rachel's face countered with rage but she had no choice but to fall silent. “I can't believe this is happening,” she whispered under her breath.
The confrontation between Drake, Rachel and the police officers was still going on when suddenly a sleek black car pulled up at the scene.Stepping out of the car was Captain Morgan, a senior police officer, his presence immediately commanding attention.Captain Morgan was known throughout the city, not just for his rank but also for his influence. He was a tall man in his late forties with a greying hair and a stern expression.“Good afternoon sir,” the two officers saluted, throwing their hands in the air.“Good afternoon officers, what's going on here?” Captain Morgan inquired.“This woman here,” one of the officers began pointing at Rachel. “She was driving at a speed that exceeded the speed limit for minor street routes,” the first officer replied.“Yes sir, she was driving wrongly,” the other officer chimed in.They also went further to explain the situation regarding Summer being in the hospital and Rachel's claims that Drake was the one responsible for the accident and how the
Regret washed over Drake as Captain Morgan shunned him, telling him to save his explanations, “I never asked you to defend yourself, did I?” Captain Morgan snarled.Drake blamed himself for deciding to stop and try to reason with the police officers over his mother in-law. He should have known better than to think that she'd appreciate him trying to intervene. It was at that point that it really dawned on him that Rachel would never accept him as her son in-law. Her hatred for him was just too deeply rooted.Captain Morgan was still scolding him as though he was a three year old kid and it was already getting him infuriated.“Sir, are you saying that I have no right to defend myself?” Drake finally asked, his frustration evident in the tone from which he spoke.Captain Morgan's eyes opened wide in disbelief. He wasn't expecting a low life peasant like Drake to question him. He felt insulted and for that reason, decided to teach Drake a lesson.Seeing that there was no explanation he'
The officers exchanged surprised glances but quickly uncuffed Drake, their faces reflecting a mixture of regret and respect.Drake rubbed his sore wrists, his mind reeling from the rapid turn of events. Just a few seconds ago, he was being ordered to be arrested and just before he knew it, the decision had been overruled by someone who seemed to be more powerful than Captain Morgan.“We're very sorry, Mr. Sullivan,” the first officer apologized, his voice earnest. "This was a misunderstanding.”Captain Morgan sensing the potential fallout, quietly took his leave, feeling defeated. He had no idea who Drake was until the call came in. He couldn't afford to make an enemy of someone who had such powerful backing.The risk to his career was far too great. He thanked his stars that he hadn't done more than he had done before the call came in. It would have been the biggest mistake of his life.Rachel's face contoured with confusion and anger as she watched the officers take off the cuffs f
The first officer walked up to his colleague and asked him not to go ahead to issue the citation against Rachel for reckless driving.“Let her go,” he said, his voice firm.“Really?” The second officer asked, looking surprised. He couldn't understand what was actually happening. “Yes, her son in-law had pleaded on her behalf.” The first officer replied, trying to make his colleague understand the reason why the had changed his mind.“What about the citation against her for reckless driving?” The other officer asked.“That won't be needed anymore,” the first officer replied, dismissing any attempt to continue with issuing the citation against Rose.Turning to Drake who was about to leave, “We apologize again for the misunderstanding, Mr. Sullivan.” The second officer said, his tone sincere.He couldn't help but admire him. Even though Rachel had been rude to him all along, he still begged for her and that alone had made Drake earn his respect.Drake nodded, accepting the apology also
As Drake approached the entrance of the delivery location in Woodruff, a feeling of unease gnawed within him. It was just like the last time he saw it, even worse.There were more dilapidated buildings lined up along the street, their windows falling apart, doors out of place and roofs almost completely off the buildings, yet groups of people met in these buildings.Dark alleyways seemed to stretch endlessly, shadows moving within them, emanating a constant threat of violence causing a wave of fear to course through Drake. Moving forward, his eyes caught sight of a group of men who looked like sentries keeping watch for any signs of trouble or unwelcome intruders. The occasional flare of a lighter and the glow of cigarettes illuminated their faces, revealing expressions hardened by years of survival in the underworld.Drake tightened his grip on the handlers of his bike, his heart pounding. He managed to navigate through the narrow streets and menacing stares until he finally arrive
“What!” Hitler Ivanov's exclamation pierced through the dimly lit room where he sat with his most trusted lieutenants as he opened the package which Drake had delivered to him through one of his thugs.Hitler Ivanov, popularly called “Viking” was the leader of a small notorious gang whose operations weren't just limited to Woodruff but to other similar places within the city.He was greatly feared and respected amongst other gang leaders who operated in the underworld, just like the notorious Adolph Hitler of the Nazis in Germany.His operations were vast and complex, spanning illegal arm deals, drug trafficking and money laundering.He had earned himself the nickname “Viking” as a result of his cunningness and show of no mercy. No one had ever stepped on his way and lived to tell the tale afterwards.He had opened the package with a sense of anticipation, expecting the arms he had been promised only to be met with the surprise that contained in the box was nothing were toys for littl
The car pulled in front of Hitler's quarters and the thugs pulled Drake out, dragging him inside. They marched him through the dimly lit corridors until they finally came before Hitler.The door was flung open and Drake was shoved inside, falling on his knees right in front of Hitler.Victor leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Drake. There was this fury in his eyes that sent panic through Drake's spine.“You,” Hitler hissed, his voice low and dangerous. “What did you do with the package?”Drake furrowed his brow, “I don't understand,” he managed to say. Everything was happening so fast that he found it difficult to comprehend what exactly was going on. His mind quickly flashed back to Donald switching the boxes just before he had gone out on delivery.It was then it occurred to him that it was Donald who had switch the boss's package which had replaced it a box of junk items.“Will you stop playing dumb with me and tell me how my $20 million worth of stuff turned into
Drake staggered to work still bleeding from the wounds that the thugs had inflicted upon him. He couldn't help but have the feeling that Donald could be possibly behind it. He remembered him saying he'll set him up and he had surely done so.It must have been the reason he had personally ordered him to make the delivery at Woodruff. He must have had it all planned out from the beginning.From the gate, his colleagues burst into laughter. “What sort of trouble have you gotten yourself into, Drake?” One of them began. “What did you do? Wrestle a bear?” He jeered, a wide grin spreading across his lips. “Since when did you become a boxer?” Another mocked. “Your opponent, whosoever he was, deserves some accolades.”“Looks like someone had a rough day,” another chimed in, smirking.Drake's face remained sullen, his eyes dark with a mix of exhaustion and anger but he had no time to let their mockery get to him. He simply ignored them and headed straight to Donald's office.“Donald!” Drake s