"No! No! No! No! We are not using my daughter as bait, Evans," Turner almost went ballistic. "Did you forget what happened to Ryan?" He pointed at the younger man. Said man stayed rooted to the couch, watching Turner explode. His tongue pushed against his cheek, hands rubbing each other to generate heat. "I get it but-" Evans started. "But? No, no, you don't get anything. Don’t even start. What were you going to say? But what?" Turner shook his head violently, waving a silencing palm to his face. “Really? In this game?” He let out a slight chuckle. "My daughter is not going to be one of your test subjects to a theory that might be totally off." His eyes were almost bloodshot, veins popping out of his forehead."Turner, you need to calm down honestly. You need to chill out man. I'm not saying we're using her as bait exactly. I never even mentioned that." Evans walked towards his friend, trying to put his palm on his shoulder. "I said we put her in a vulnerable position and confr
“Don’t just stand there! She shouldn’t have to get to Emily before us!” Turner hurried Ryan, pushing him towards the door. Ryan resisted and stopped in his tracks, whisper-yelling at him. “What do you expect me to do?!” He smashed his teeth. “Turner, you’re stronger and more in shape. Put a bag over her head and drag her down to the basement. We’ll interrogate her there.” As much as Evans’s plan sounded rushed, they had to go with it. It was the only plan and it seemed like it would work. “Okay,” Turner nodded, preparing himself for action. He suddenly turned back to them, “Which bag?”Evans groaned and rolled his eyes, “It’s your house, you should know where you keep the bags. Damn!”They frantically searched for bags around the room; raising papers, rummaging through drawers, and moving books and tables. “Wait,” Ryan paused, “Can’t you just cover her mouth with a handkerchief or something? She'd still see our faces. The plastic bag is a bit pointless if you ask me.” He reasoned.
"Wait!!!” There was a slight pause in the room, and Evans stared at her with a hint of chaos in his eyes."I don't want you to call him; he would definitely want to kill you." Jessica bent her head, trying to make them believe she was on their side and prevent them from calling the authorities."Darling, you don't have to worry about me. If I were to die, it would have been from financing you," Ryan said with a smirk on his face as he called the number."I can't believe my daughter became friends with a money lover like you. You wench, Turner said, holding his fist up. "Stop it, Turner; she isn't worth it," Evans said as he waited for Ryan to have a conversation with the person she planned to take on Emily with."Hello, I want to report a crime of kidnapping." Ryan finally spoke up as Evans and Turner both directed their focus towards him. "You want me to leave Jessica if we want Turner's daughter back?" Ryan repeated as Turner's face became bold and a death glance fell upon Jessica
"Evans!!!!" Ryan shouted as he ran towards Evans. When he got there, he saw Evans still breathing with a bullet hole in his left shoulder. "Ev...ans tell me what happened, Ryan said, holding Evans up with his fingers shaking in fear. "They are after you; you need to hide Ryan. You need to take over what your father left for you. You are his only son and the heir to his property." Evans spat out blood as he managed to blurt out the words."You aren't going to die, Evans. You are the only one who can help me find my true self and my true purpose in life after God. I need you, Evans. Don't go." Tears rolled out of Ryan's eyes as he said the words. He felt a slight touch on his shoulders, and he looked back to see Turner, who was drenched in sweat and a red-like substance that turned out to be blood."Did you do this?" Ryan's eyes became bloodshot as his anger grew."Don't think like that, Ryan. We are in this together; Smith had planned this from the very start. He wants us to die togeth
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"A scream was heard, and this caught Ryan's attention as he moved to find cover in case a shooting spree or a gun war was happening around the corner.He looked further to the sight of the incident; the out-roaring bar had suddenly become as silent as a graveyard. He became scared, trying not to release his fear as he sprinted towards the side of the bar closest to the bar window. He looked inside, taking a little peep, as he saw a female figure holding a gun, pointing it towards Rashy, and a low, grunted conversation was heard."What do you want with me?""What else do I want except for your vast knowledge and unpaid beauty?""You know what you can take. I will give you whatever you want; just don't kill me. My father will pay a huge sum if you let me be."."I will save you, princess.""Don't be a nitwit and just lay your ass down.""Nobody gives me the great warrior of the east a lash back. I will make sure you pay for this. Eat dust" A loud so
"Why?"The white and well-furnished furniture in the bar had suddenly turned red. The men all looked towards Rashy, who was holding the pistol and breathing heavily, and opposite her were two bodies lying flat on the ground. One was still breathing, while the other was plain dead, with the head on the wall staining it with bl@@d.The one who was plain but still breathing was Ryan. The incident had turned around. Sasha had shot the lady in her head, which led to her falling and hitting her head on the wallpapered wall and staining it with her blood. Ryan was happy and wanted to thank her when she suddenly shot him in the shoulder."Nothing really important. I am sure my father would be happy if you died right here and now. But Mr. Smith won't be.""So you are walking for Mr. Smith, huh?" Ryan grinned, holding his shoulder, trying to slow down the escaping blood, which continually dripped."I feel like you really care. Hey Jessica, should we finish him up?" Rashy said as Jessica walk
"And where do you think you are going?" They turned to behold the sight of Jessica and Rashy with a bunch of hooligans."Let's make a run for it," Ryan mumbled to Turner as they took to their heels."Come back here. You can't escape from us! Gayssss! follow them.""Good luck with that," Ryan shouted as they turned into a corner. Ryan's arm injury was a problem as it dripped out blood, giving out their cover."Where did they go? Search every corner. I want both of them alive.""Ma’am, we found blood tracks just around the corner. I think it's from that shadily dressed man.""That's nice.” She waved a call to other guys working for her. “We have spotted the culprits.""I know this sounds kinda awkward, Ryan, but I need you to stay here while I distract them," Turner said as he was helping Ryan into a small stable. He walked out of the stable and closed the door behind them. Ryan's conscience wasn't at rest, and he just had to satisfy it. He moved towards the stable door, opening it sl
"Are you there? Speak to me." A female voice was heard as Ryan started to regain consciousness."Where am I?" Ryan asked, shaking as he was trying to raise his body."You are in the hospital,” she replied, helping him position his back for comfort."What happened to me?" he asked again, looking at the lady standing beside her. "I am not exactly sure about what happened to you because I found you lying on a tree half dead. I had to bring you over.""So you carried me all the way here?”"Yes, but with the help of an ambulance, that is. No further questions on how you got here," she said, holding his hand."How long have I been asleep?""Well, you have been in a coma for approximately 2 weeks, which is faster than normal."“2 what? Wasn’t it like yesterday?” He wondered if time flies that fast. "Why did you save me?""I just felt like... There were a bunch of bodies on the floor, but my mind seemed to pick you for some reason." A smiled tugged on her face. "Now I still have to pay the