The man tried to move it but after a few shifts, it stayed in place. “Damn, I guess I was wrong, sir. I am so sorry, sir” the man said apologetically. Simon turned towards others searching the nooks and crannies of the room. But then a movement caught his eyes in the living room. “No, you are not. Keep pushing” Simon said thoughtfully, with his eyes fixed on the spot he noticed. “But it is not pus….” The man was cut off as Andrea consecutively shot at the fixture and it broke off. Instantly, the big solid slab on the floor revved in a circle and it opened up a hole. In the floor. The men closed by quickly stepping back. Jason hurried over to the place and he saw that there was a suspended ladder from the entrance of the hole “What?” The men quickly came over with the flashlight and Jason shone it down the dark hole. Nothing rustled or moved beneath. Calling out was one of the fastest ways to get killed, he knew but he had to “Hello, who is down there?” No answer. “If you ar
“Millie! Oh my God! Millie!” Jason stayed some distance away from the two females clinging to each other in ecstasy. He did not need to speculate further about the identity of the stoic-looking, woman anxiously looking about the pier. Millie had confirmed that for him the instant she saw her and squealed “Auntie Flo!” Jason was grateful for his fast reflex as she was already opening the door before he parked fully. The woman saw the girl flying toward her and her eyes lighted up as she dashed towards her and they met halfway, hugging each other desperately. They had been like that for a while now. Jason was starting to feel self-conscious as the people passing by were looking at the two ladies with interest. Now they were weeping. Or is that just the woman; Auntie Flo? Jason wondered what was it with women and tears. An uncomfortable memory of another woman he knew who cries a lot came to his mind and he fixed his focus on the two women. “He said it. He believed it. He said you
He couldn’t believe that his father would do such a thing. How could he stoop so low to that point? Matteo couldn’t boast of knowing how well his father’s mind works but even he couldn’t have dreamed of this happening. He was furious as he drove towards the legendary oldest home of the Fitzgeralds. A home that his cruel, twisted-minded ancestor had built from a design drawn up by a bloodthirsty architect who must have had a twisted mind of his own. Or who was paid enough to bring alive the fancy of his worker? A fancy of horror. Matteo could remember how chilled he had been the first day he went down the darkened basement of The Fitzgerald’s Chateau. He learnt what the useless maids and gossiping housekeepers always whispered about. Chained doors with bars and an unspeakable chillness to the air. His young mind had found it fascinating back then even though he had been annoyed that he dirtied his hand on something slimy and gross. Something one of the maids had quickly cleaned of
Matteo heard the sound of a crash after he pushed one of the maids out of the way on his way down to the basement. What could that be? He wondered. He forgot to ask Jose who exactly was asked to keep watch over her. Not that the old man intended to tell him about this anyway.The bastard! There would come a time when he would be in charge of Fitzgerald's family, then he would deal with a lot of people. His uncle and Jose being the top of that list, before extending to others like that bastard who thought he could humiliate him and get away with it.They would all rue the day they decided to cross him. The idiot who was given his company already got what he deserved. They would all learn that he was not one to trifle with.He just had to wait for his dad to hand things over to him first. Right after he got her out of this place, he would ensure he did everything possible to make his father think that he was reformed. It was an easy enough act. He had not only been sleeping with girls i
“Oh my God! Oh my…” Celia covered her mouth in anguish as she watched the clip. Mia held her and motioned t the policeman to stop the video.“No, no. I want to see it” Celia protested and straightened from her daughter’s supporting embrace. “I… I want to see what those bastards did to him. My precious baby” she said in a thin voice.Officer Garret looked at Mia, who nodded at him before he played the paused clip again.Screeching sounds could be heard from the clip even before one could see the struggle the Dodge car was having as the driver was trying to manoeuvre away from the edge of the narrow bridge on the cliff. The black jeep with tinted glasses at the other side was not giving him any leeway though the jeep kept hitting the Dodge, each impact harder than the last as it tried to force the driver of the Dodge off the bridge.“Oh, damn it! Man, what is wrong with you?!” Silas could be heard yelling even before his face came briefly into focus. Sweat was streaming down his face, h
Jason wondered why Celia’s number was not going through. Mia was not picking up and Silas' number was switched off. He didn’t go back to Dengal on his way back from his mission. He had been to Montreau to check on things and also to talk to the beautifully, capable Charlotte. He had not realised how practical she was until he spoke to her about what he had in mind. Her reply had been such a surprise to him. He had news for his family.And he intended to do just that. If any of them deemed it fit to put on their phone. Pick the call or stay in an environment with better coverage. He frowned at the coincidence of being unable to get in touch with all of them at once. Then he shrugged aside the uneasiness.Silas. He decided to check on Silas first. He checked his watch and nodded to himself. Silas should still be at the company now. Who better to share his enormous news with first if not his friend?Jason smiled when he saw some youth coming out of the company as he parked in the lot. F
Jason had no time to deal with the rash receptionist nor did he intend to do so from the beginning. She was after all doing her job, even if she had done so in a rash manner.All that had been forgotten in a jiffy when she blurted out that she had been strictly warned not to inform strangers about the boss’ condition.“That was why I acted like…”Jason did not hear the other parts again as his ear pricked at the word “Condition”“What? What did you mean by the condition? What happened to him?” he asked anxiously and the sobbing receptionist looked sharply at him and then at Dillon in question as if to say “I thought you said he is the boss’ brother. How then did he not know?”“I asked you a question,” Jason asked in a no-nonsense tone and she snapped her face back to his before explaining to him.The chill Jason had felt from her words still had not dissipated as he drew at top speed to the hospital she mentioned.Silas in a coma? He couldn’t believe it! How on earth had that happened
Celia just gave him a long look and bursted into tears. In a way that was even more heartbreaking than Mia’s garbled rambling. It was as if she couldn’t stop talking as she went on and on about how she was sure that it was Matteo that intended to kill her brother. “He is not waking up, Jay. I teased him over and other but he wouldn’t even look at me! This was all that bastard Fitzgerald’s fault. Celia shushed her as she looked around towards the people at the other end of the corridor. The ICU was a bit isolated from the other ward rooms but where they were standing was not far from the other waiting area where other families were waiting on their loved ones. Families that knew so well about Fitzgerald’s name. Jason could see one elderly woman looking discreetly away after she had swerved her head towards their direction from Mia’s outburst. “What happened?” Jason asked as he looked apprehensively towards the door, behind which his friend lay at the moment fighting for his life. He