Laura wants to kill me? Henry thought. He didn’t have time to be sad or angry. He knew he had to act or he could really be dead.Henry’s senses were all on alert. He went to the window and peeped. He couldn’t see them. They must be on their way up.“ Stand up!” He grabbed her and pushed her to the door. Luckily she was able to walk with her legs tied. He closed the door behind him and grabbed her. Together he followed Through the staircase. In his hands, Laura’s phone kept ringing. He checked their chat to know that, Laura had already told Lukas his room number. He felt sad. He never for once thought he would be able to really kill Laura, no matter how he wanted to. But here she was, she has already planned his death.They got down and he got into the car. Then while he was driving, Laura managed to loosen up the cloth tied on her mouth.“ where are you taking me!”“ somewhere you won’t hurt someone else” he said as he increased his speed. Laura turned f her head frantically to the
It was a hot Wednesday afternoon. Henry and Jackson prepped up Luther’s mountain penthouse in preparation of the lawyer to come for the will reading. It was stated that Luther wanted the will to be read there.“Laura would be coming?” he turned to Henry. Henry nodded, his face looked like he was deep in thought.“Yes definitely, you can’t take that away from Laura Luther is her father.”“Her adopted father” Jackson corrected.“Still her father” Henry added. He wondered why Luther wanted him at the will reading. He was not family and he might probably willed everything to Laura. “What if Laura becomes the boss? “Jackson asked. Henry sighed deeply. That thought consumed him all through last night. It seemed that he was truly destined to leave the gang. He was actually going back to where he was. He thought about his bank balance and racked his head on the next business he would do, to get by.“I’d leave” He said.“Huh?” Jackson’s eyes flew open.“Yes I have to. Laura would try to kil
Henry walked out of the bathroom. He rubbed his hair with the towel as he stared at his phone lighting up his dark room.“meet me at the bar downtown “said Jackson, the moment Henry picked the call.“Okay” he replied and hung up. Today he would know if Laura was just bluffing. After the failed will reading thanks to Laura, he had not been at peace. Did Windsor leave him something? That question kept ringing in his mind. He badly wanted to know if he should hope or let go. He needed to know his fate. With Luther it was already a lost cause. Laura would make life unbearable for him. So after that day, he confided in Jackson, who then said that he would do a background check on Windsor and all.Earlier in the day, Jackson had called to say, he had some news. Which he later called, to tell him where they would meet.“ hey man” Jackson proceeds to give Henry a hug as soon as he arrived at the bar. “ Hey, thanks for the info” Henry said. Jackson smiled. “ it’s the least I can do”“can I ge
Argentina 1947 Fifteen year old Windsor walked down the bustling city streets, his shoulders hunched with the weight of his burdens, his head bent like a dying flower. It was too much for him to carry. He needed help. He badly needed one. His steps were heavy, matching the heaviness in his heart.His mother was sick and there was no money to continue the ALS treatment. 10 years ago he had lost all his family members in a car accident except for his mother. Together they went through the hardships of life. They were poor but at least they had each other. 2 years ago, his mother fell ill and she never got better. They had been in and out of the hospitals. All their savings had disappeared into thin air. It was barely enough for his mother’s treatment. In fact it was like a drop in the ocean compared to what they needed. Windsor was fired from work 2 weeks ago because he had insulted a customer. He had bleed on someone who didn’t hurt him but no one understood his predicament. He neede
Henry sat in the office, his head in his hands. Who the hell was Windsor Kruger?It was still daytime but Henry still felt like he was in the dark. Week after week he had been hearing things that wanted to make him run for the heels. When Jackson had said those words, it felt like a bomb had just being dropped on his head. He wondered to what extent, did Windsor go to get his money. Jackson told him a bit of the story but he wanted to know more. He couldn't shake the memories of Windsor’s actions, the shame and anger intertwined within him like a tangled mess. He wanted no part in it but then he couldn’t deny his genes. He couldn’t deny that he was made from Windsor’s Loins.Mr. Thompson, the Windsor’s lawyer, sat across from Henry, his expression grave. "Henry, there's something you need to know about your father."Henry looked up, his eyes searching Mr. Thompson's face for any sign of what was to come. "What is it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.The lawyer hesitate
Elena’s POVLife has been just been there. I haven’t heard from Henry but I heard about how he had been brutal. I didn’t know I still had feelings for Henry until that scene in the mall. I decided to move on with my life. Danny was too busy lately so I had to hang out with Clare.“See anything you like?” I looked up. There was a woman smiling at me. I smiled back. She was a middle aged woman with big circle O earrings and a scarf over her hair. I couldn’t see the color of her hair too. She had these perfect white teeth. She had dark eye shadows, dark lipstick. You know the classical fortune teller persona. A bit gothic too.“Oh it’s nothing, I was just drawn to these cards” my smile slowly transitioned into a laugh. A nervous laugh. Her eyes zoned in on the cards and she smiled. I knew it. I knew I was not hallucinating. The longer I stared at this card, the more it felt like I had just walked into a museum and staring right back at me was a picture of myself on the wall. I mean ho
Elena’s POVMy heart raced as I followed the sleek black car. Who was this woman and what did she have to do with that man. The man wore a suit so he might be in a cooperate company. I feared for the man because the lady didn’t look easy to the eye. My grip tightened on the taxi's door handle. I was worried. A part of me wanted to know if the man would be safe and another wanted to know the real identity of the woman Henry was dating. Did he know she was involved in some Mafia shit?“Sir please can you go any faster” I urged the driver to keep up the pace, as soon as I saw we were almost losing them.“You will pay for me?” he looked into the mirror.“Of course I would” I raised my chin and glared at him.“Okay miss” he stepped on the gas and we sped. I prayed no police was on the road. The black car stopped just before the traffic. As I waited for the light to go green, I looked ahead. The next road was the one that led one out of the town. I looked around. There was no other road ava
Henry sat in the sitting room, thinking about what had his life had been lately. He couldn’t believe in the past week, he would give out a 100 billion dollar worth of assets but then he would never had touched it, even if there was no issue patterning to it. He needed the money since he could go broke any moment from now. He had to use part of his money to settle his father’s court cases. He was just surviving from the funds coming from Luther’s business, which was about to get packed up, if they didn’t do anything about it. Worse of Luther was yet to be buried and he had not heard from the lawyers.“Have you seen Laura lately” he asked Jackson. He shook his head before he began to flip through the television channels. Henry wondered what she could be up to. She must be cooking something. He had come to know Laura. Her silence was as dangerous as her words. Look at how she wreaked havoc in his life by just saying what she did, last week at the mountain house. He wondered who her infor