“What do you think you're doing?”Maxwell asked as he took it away from his hand and threw it aside. He glared at him and looked at his grandmother who was down on the ground. He knew her body must be aching from having to receive all that beating.“Stay out of this except you want some beating as well”When the man tried to yank his hand away from Maxwell's grip, Maxwell tightened his grip and looked straight into his eyes, his gaze unblinking.“I asked, What is this about?” “I came for the money that he owes me, if you don't have the money that Mason owes me then you better step out of the way except you want a pretty good beating as well”“How much does uncle Mason owe you? Tell me, how much it is and I will pay it so that you can leave and never come back here again”His Grandfather and Mother were surprised, they had no idea what he was talking about and where all this was coming from.“Maxwell, what are you saying? you better stay out of this and just go back inside I told you
“Shut your mouth, do you think I care about what you feel? This is the least you could do for us after everything that we did for you, you ingrate!’” Mason was not remorseful.Maxwell was very angry with him but there was nothing he could do with this man right before him. For now, the only thing that he could think of doing was to save his Grandparents.“What exactly have you done for me? If there is anyone who has done anything for me it will be Grandmother and Grandfather and not you so drop the act!”“Enough with the bickering the both of you” The scary Man was already getting fed up with the situation. All he wanted was just his money. He did not care how it came about. As long as he walks away with his money.But they both were not making this any easier for him.“You think I'm here to play games with you I don't care how the money comes about. I don't care if you have to sell your kidney or your spleen, I don't care if you have to sell your entire soul to the devil as long as y
Hearing the familiar voice, the scary Man and his Men froze for a moment, turning around and they saw several black SUV cars parked in front of the house, with strong hefty tall men walking out from the car. When Maxwell saw those men he quickly recognised them as the same men who had taken him to meet his Grandfather the first day that they met. His Grandfather had sent those bodyguard's to protect him. However Maxwell did not know who the tall muscular Handsome that had stopped those men was. He looked familiar, and oozed power. He had an intimidating demeanor, Maxwell sensed the scary Man and his men knew who the handsome man was with the manner that their eyes widened. They glanced at each other wondering what Zander Wilmore was doing in this shabby house, he was a wealthy man and shouldn't be seen in such a run down neighborhood. Zander was a tough, loyal,middle aged man who was known for being serious. He was once in the military and for that hardly smiles except he was wit
Mason was embarrassed, he had no idea why Zander had ignored him. “Can we talk privately?” Zander came to Maxwell and asked.He had heard what Mason said just now but he didn't plan to talk to him. Scumbags like him didn't deserve his attention. Mason watched. Zander had belittled him by walking away and moving to Maxwell, it was a slap to his face, nevertheless he chose to remain silent. He knew what men like Zander were capable of, they were scary and he wouldn't want to ever mess with them since he already knew where he was going to end up. It was either going to be in jail or he was going to meet his near end. “Of course we can talk” Maxwell took him to the back of the house, while his bodyguards stood at a far distance, making certain no one came through. “What is it that you want to talk about?’ “Your Grandfather sent me, Mr. Patrick Wilmore asked me to protect you” “Where is he? Is something wrong with him?’ “There was an emergency situation that he had to take care of
Zander was disheartened, he saw that Maxwell was hurting. It was hard for him to accept that his parents were killed on a mission by a dangerous group. “You don't have to beat yourself up, it is not your fault that it happened” “I know it is not my fault, but they ripped me away from my parents and they killed my father. I will never forgive them for what they did. I will never forget this day and now I will live the rest of my life plotting revenge against them. I will make sure that they will kneel in front of my parents grave and apologize to them a million times” “I understand how you feel. Your father loved you. When he heard that your mother was pregnant, he was so happy it made him the happiest man on earth, he had plans for the both of you. He wanted to take you to your first game, wanted both of you to hang out on Father's Day and spend Christmas together as well” Maxwell's eyes sparkled, he did not know that his father had such big plans for the two of them before even
Maxwell looked at him, he studied the lines on his face and wondered what he was up to. A while back he had asked those men to take him and now he was trying to butter up to him as well. He shook his head disgusted over his sudden behavior and that act of pretense doesn't move him at all. “Why the hell do you want to know?’ “Just tell me all right and stop playing hard to get” Mason glared at him. “This has nothing to do with you so mind your own business and quit bothering me” He wondered why he was suddenly Inquisitive after he met Zander. He knew Mason was that kind of man who will do anything so that he will be noticed by the rich folks but he has no idea that Zander will never want to have anything to do with him. Maxwell sensed that with the manner that Zander had ignored him earlier and walked towards him, but Mason would rather make a fool of himself than take the hint that he wasn't needed. “Tell me the truth, I am really interested. I want to know how you got to know
He staggered backwards. His grandmother was surprised and at the same time worried about him. Maxwell was beaten up by John earlier that day, he felt uncomfortable but at the same time he felt something so strong. Maxwell had never felt anything like that before and didn't know what to do about it. “Are you alright?” “Yes I am” He managed to say but his Grandmother looked right into his eyes. She studied the lines on his face, she hoped to see right through his soul. The thing that he felt that made him uncomfortable was an indication of his special talent. “I think I need to lie down or something” “Why? Do you have a fever? Do you need to go to the drug store?” “No Grandmother, it isn't anything like that. I don't need to go to the drug store and I am feeling much better now” He lied so that she wouldn't be worried sick about him. However, his Grandfather Harryson who stood there knew that he was lying. There was something wrong with him whenever he said that. Nevertheless he
It was the first day of Maxwell's meeting with Zander. He had come with the bodyguards to pick him up and drive him to the Wilmore. It was nothing of its kind and Maxwell was surprised to find out that they were the only one in the big institute. “Have you ever fought with anyone before” “Just a few” “Who was that?” “Some student in school” “How was it?” “He wasn't alone but I managed to throw some few punch at him as well. I was not going to lose like a coward” “Alright, I like that, it is all about mindset, but first, I need you to be improve on your fitness. I don't think that anyone will teach better than your father” Maxwell was surprised he had not imagined that Zander would say that. His father was already dead. Zander smiles at him, that made him curious as to who he was. That other day, he ignored Mason that day and had slapped the scary man. He thought that he hardly smiles, and doesn't have humour in him but the little time he has got to spend with him, Zander impre