THE RISE OF JORDAN RIVERS

NOT DEAD

Mr. Osman was busy assessing the lifeless bodies of his bodyguards as they swam in the pools of blood. He thought he had the best battalion of trained boduguards whom he had trained so well, equipped them with high-quality guns, and fed them well. He was so furious that they were all gunned down by just one person, whom he shot to death all alone.

“Boss, please help me, boss!” One of the remaining bodyguards, who was still breathing through the pain, begged.

Mr. Osman was so furious. Instead of helping him, he pulled out his gun and finished him off. He even added more bullets to some who were already dead and killed the two or three who were still battling to stay alive. “I have no business with useless fools!” He cursed furiously as he turned around.

Ana was kneeling beside the seemingly lifeless body of Jordan. Her face was drenched in tears. The sensation of the tears against her sore cheeks made more tears flow, making her eyes two pools of tears. Mr. Osman had given her a good b