“Can your old bones keep up, Thomas?” Alexander asked Thomas as he geared himself up for the fight.“You underestimate me, young master,” Thomas chuckled as he flexed his muscles. He looked around on the floor and found a stick heavy enough to cause a significant amount of damage, and he picked it up and held it in his grasp.Blake's thugs lunged for both Alexander and Thomas with their knives gleaming wickedly. However, they weren't afraid. In fact, they let out a wicked smirk, and before they could fully launch their attack, Alexander moved first.He pivoted on the balls of his feet like a predator sizing up his prey, and years of honing his instincts in the unforgiving slums finally kicked in. Thomas mirrored Alexander's agility as he folded the sleeves of his shirt and lunged for the thug in his sights.The first thug charged in with a roar as he swung his knife in a wide arc, but Alexander anticipated this. He ducked low, and the blade whistled harmlessly above his head. With coi
“And we are back home,” Thomas announced as the Bugatti W16 Mistral roared to a halt on the sweeping driveway of the Knight Villa. It was evening time in the heights, and it took quite a while for them to get back to the Villa from the slums.Alexander heaved a sigh of exhaustion. Today was a lot. He had gone shopping, he had been attacked by a crazy fat lady, and fought off thugs while being dressed in very expensive clothes. His day looked like a scene cut out of a movie.“Are you exhausted, young master?” Thomas asked with concern.“Considering the day we just had, I'm surprised you're not as exhausted as I am,” Alexander chuckled as he removed the key of the car and handed it to Thomas.“It seems we would need to work on your exercise routine,” Thomas replied with a smile as he alighted from the car. He signaled a nearby guard with a curt nod, and the young man, dressed in crisp black uniform, came to attention.“Take the car around to the undergoing garage, Henry, and please be c
It was nine o’clock at night but the bustling streets of Veridian were still very much alive highlighting a very vibrant nightlife. The slums of Veridian was the place where night life in the city peaked as booze, sex, partying and the occasional robbing was a common sight at night.” Amidst the buzz, a delivery truck pulled over at a nightclub and the driver alighted from the vehicle. He circled to the back of the truck, carried crates of drinks and proceeded to enter the club. After navigating his way through the mesh of dancing bodies; he made his way to the bar with the crates in tow. “Blake, I’ve got the drinks. Were you at?” The driver whose name was Alexander shouted, trying to call out the bar attendant. “I’m here I’m here you can stop screaming already” Blake stumbled from the corner. Alexander only had to look at the man and he knew he was drunk. “Drinking on the job Blake?” Alexander asked with a small smirk on his face. “Shut up Knightdale. Take the crates to th
After 20 minutes of driving, Alexander pulled up at Ethan’s home eager to unwind and relax after the events of the day. Just as he was about to get down from the car, he noticed the front door of Ethan’s home wide open. His eyes went wild with panic as he remembered Ethan had never been one to be this careless. He immediately began to dial Ethan’s number and it rang with no response. Instincts kicked in, Alexander took another bottle of alcohol, wielded it like a weapon and began to make his way into the house. He stealthily entered the house and he began to hear the sounds of commotion upstairs. Making his way upstairs, he stayed hidden as he traced the sound of the commotion to a room and he was immediately overcome with panic by the scene before him. Three men were standing in the room with weapons; Ethan was tied to a chair with his hands tied behind him and he was injured severely throughout his body with blood gushing out of his wounds like a broken dam. One of the men
“How could it cost so much?” Alexander gasped in horror as he heard the price of the surgery. He knew fully well he would never be able to raise that amount of money in a short period of time. He began to think of his options before he finally got an idea. “I would suggest you hurry Mr. Alexander, your friend doesn't have much time.” The doctor interrupted Alexander’s thoughts “Please doctor, stabilize him. I think I know where I can get the surgery fee. Can I drop my number so you can update me on his condition?” Alexander asked worriedly.“No problem, but make haste. I doubt he has much time.” The doctor left a final warning and cut the call. Alexander dropped his cell number with the doctor and rushed out of the hospital; he entered his truck and as he started the engine, his cell phone began to ring. Annoyed he checked the caller ID and swore under his breath when he saw his boss on the line. He picked up the phone and he was immediately bombarded with questions by an angry
“Alexander, we’ve had a good run but I’m sorry, I’m breaking up with you.” Bianca said with determination. Alexander struggled to process the words coming from Bianca’s mouth, he was in a state of shock as he had always believed Bianca loved him wholeheartedly. “You…You’re breaking up with me?” Alexander asked incredulously, still unable to process the swift turn of events. “Yes Alexander, I’m breaking up with you. This relationship shouldn’t even have happened in the first place; so it’s time to wake up to reality.” Bianca answered emotionlessly. “I’m engaged to Sebastian and he has simply been wonderful to me. He has taken care of me in the way I was meant to be taken care off, something you could never do. This is over Alexander, you can leave now.” Bianca said effectively cutting off all ties with Alexander. “You heard my woman buddy, now get out of here.” Sebastian spat out rubbing salt in Alexander’s wounds. Alexander ignored him and just stared at Bianca with tears
“Where am I?” Alexander groaned as he began to regain consciousness, his eyes fluttered open as he struggled to clear his blurry vision. Strange, my bed was never this soft. Alexander thought as he began to rise from the plush seat he was lying on. He looked at his body and discovered he was bare from the waist up, some parts of his body was bandaged and this left Alexander very confused. Suddenly memories from the car crash started flooding in. He remembered how he lost control of his truck and rammed into another car, he remembered a loud crash and the screeching of tires, he recalled the shattering of glass, metal crumbling and the air filled with the deafening sound of the collision. “What have I done?” Alexander murmured as he was overcome with a sense of grief. He began to worry about the lives of the passengers in the other car. His vision began to clear and he began to take in his surroundings. The more he observed, the more shocked he became and he immediately beca
“Young master, I am so sorry for your losses. But forgive me for saying this but in a way I am grateful you had these experiences.” Thomas said softly. “What do you mean you’re grateful I had these experiences Thomas? Last night was one of the worst nights in my life, how could you say that?” Alexander asked furiously. “Allow me to explain myself young master.” Thomas said, attempting to calm Alexander’s rage. “I am grateful, Alexander, because now you have firsthand experience on what people who do not have money or power go through on a daily basis.” Thomas said with a sigh of relief “What does money or power have anything to do with this?” Alexander asked in frustration. “Do not play dumb young master.” Thomas fixed Alexander with a stern gaze. “Money and power is everything and you had them yet you almost let it slip.” “Think about it Alexander, if you had money what would a meagre Three hundred thousand dollars be for you? You could have saved your friend's life with m