Rick stood in the doorway, watching the approaching headlights cut through the darkness, growling louder as the roar of engines got so deafening. The safe house was surrounded by dozens of cars closing in fast. His thoughts went wild, thinking of his next move. This time he had reinforcements, and Mark was here.“Charles!” He snapped into action, Rick barked. “Get Laura and Elvis out the back!” And take Naomi with you and take a safe route through the woods.”Charles nodded and moved toward Laura, who was clutching Elvis tightly, as he always was under pressure. “Come with me, madam. We need to go now.”“Rick, what are you going to do?” Laura's voice was trembling with fear and she asked.Rick's expression was firm. “I’ll hold them off. Elvis and you need to be safe. Right now, that’s all that matters.”Laura’s eyes watered, but she didn’t protest. Rick wouldn’t back down when it came to protecting his family regardless of the cost, so she knew. Turning, she followed Charles to the ba
It was quiet in the safe house after the confrontation with Mark’s men. The air was still tense as if a storm was about to break. Rick walked around the living room, his mind going over everything that could go wrong next. Mark wouldn't back off, he knew, and not after the stunt Rick had pulled tonight. Mark would humiliate him back, with everything he had.Laura sat on the couch with Elvis asleep in her arms, wrapped up protectively, but now Elvis was awake and still groggy. His small, innocent eyes looked up to his father as he did, not knowing what was going on around him.Charles walked in with a grim face, and Rick stopped in front of the large window and stared out into the night, but was interrupted by his thoughts.Charles said, in his calm, but urgent tone, “We need to leave.It's no longer safe here. I wouldn't be surprised if Mark's already planned his next move, and he knows where we are."Rick clenched his jaw. "I know. But where can we go? There’s only so much we can run.
Mark Eldwolf sat in his private study nursing a drink and staring out at his city as dawn broke. Since the cruiser party where Rick had humiliated him, publicly, his once calm demeanour had become more and more volatile. It haunted him with the memory of being struck in front of his peers, the memory of watching his carefully built business deal collapse. Rick was beneath him, he had worked too hard to be brought down by him.He gripped the glass in his hand and shattered it. The pain didn’t bother him and blood dripped down his knuckles. His thoughts were only of revenge.A voice from behind him said, “Sir.”His bloodshot eyes narrowed at the man who had just come in. Lucas was his right hand man, just as ruthless as Mark, but much more calculating... Without flinching, Lucas took in the sight of Mark’s bleeding hand.His voice was steady, “Rick has aligned himself with the Black Viper Syndicate,” Lucas told him.He looked at Mark’s eyes widen and a cruel smile stretched across his f
The soft hum of the city beneath him barely registering, Rick stood in his office staring out of the window. His world had gone into turmoil, events of the past few days, and the alliance with the Black Viper Syndicate had made it only worse. Rick knew Mark’s retaliation had to be coming soon, and it was not going to be pretty. The fire burning inside him just wouldn't be extinguished. This was now or never, the stakes were higher than ever.Behind him stood Charles, his loyal butler, with a newspaper folded under his arm. His brow was knitted and worry seemed carved into his face. "We’ve been told the fire at the hotel was no accident, Rick."His jaw tightened and he clenched his fists. “Who’s responsible?”Charles cleared his throat, hesitated. “The Ghost. He’s working with Damian.”At the mention of Damian’s name, Rick’s eyes tightened.“What do we know about The Ghost?” Turning to face Charles, Rick asked.Charles replied, “Very little. He’s an elusive guy. He’s a master of assass
Heavens only knew what the blast sounded like, but Rick’s estate was destroyed like a thunderclap, making for chaos in the dark. Glass rained down, furniture went crashing across the room, and the explosion was felt. The breath was knocked out of him, and Rick was thrown against the wall already on high alert. His ears rang, the world spun wildly, for a moment.“Laura!” He shouted and panic seized his chest. Shouting past the haze of smoke and dust, he staggered to his feet. His mind was focused on one goal, and his instincts kicked in, he had to find his family.Charles was already racing down the hallway. “This way, sir!” His old voice strong from the calamity, he called over the chaos, 'I’ll check the east wing, you take the west!'Rick nodded and ran toward the west wing where Laura and Elvis were. A mix of fear and fury had him up and running forward as his heart pounded furiously in his chest. Damian, Mark, The Ghost had crossed a line, and whoever had done this was now at war.
The smoke had begun to fog the air inside the estate, the tension suffocating, the smoke mixing with the fear that hung over it. The Ghost’s lifeless body was on the ground and Rick was standing over his unconscious body, his questions and an impending doom all happening in his head. Rick knew that this was just a taste of what was to come, Charles had disarmed the detonator.Laura held their child tightly, glanced at Rick, eyes wide in fear and worry, and cautiously made her way towards Rick. “Rick, what’s happening? They wouldn’t leave us alone,” I asked. Her voice quaked, but she tried to stay calm for Elvis as the terror in her eyes was unmissable.Rick’s jaw clenched, his fists still trembling from the adrenaline of the fight, he turned toward her. I don’t know, but we’re not safe here anymore. It was supposed to send a message.” He looked at The Ghost, lying on the floor, a reminder that danger was too close.Charles, nearby, adjusted his suit and looked unreadable. “Sir, I’ve
The message on his phone stared back at Rick’s heart, pounding, like a dark omen. He didn't hesitate a moment, taking off to the control room of the bunker where the security monitors were set up. Right behind him came Charles, grim but ready.Laura knew they were in a hurry and scooped Elvis up in her arms and ran after them. Rick was tense and she could tell something terrible was about to happen.Rick’s hands flew across the keyboards, bringing up the live feeds from the estate and around it. They felt safe for the past few hours in the bunker, but the feeling of safety was melting away quickly now.“Where are the other cameras outside?” His anxiety grew with each second and he switched between feeds, muttering to himself.Behind him, Charles stood beside him and his eyes were trained on the monitors. “They’re all intact, sir. No signs of interference. Or is this another way to throw us off balance?”Just as Rick started to respond, one of the screens flickered, and a brief flicker
The police cars in the distance had flashing lights, and Rick knew better than to hope on chance. The authorities approaching didn’t seem to faze the masked attackers closing in, and the steely focus of the masked attackers on him suggested there was more to come. Now, Rick had been backed into too many corners to let his guard down.“Stay low!” Laura and Elvis were barked at by Rick, who pushed them further behind a large tree trunk, his voice a tense whisper. Charles took out his weapon, reloading quickly.Charles looked between the figures coming from the treeline and the far off police cars, and muttered, 'We can't take them all on. They’re not here to negotiate.”Rick gritted his teeth. “They’re here to ensure I don’t walk away from this.”He wasn’t wrong. The men in black were moving efficiently and in unison. These weren't thugs, these were professionals; they were probably sent by one of the many powerful enemies Rick had made while away. There was no shortage of candidates,