The Rise of the Jackson's Heir

Chapter Ten

Milton swirled around after noticing Brianna was staring too much behind him. He gasped. His belongings were on the floor. They were shredded into pieces. The glasses he brought with his hard work and money were shattered.

Milton rushed to them and kneeled; he grabbed his favourite shirt that was cut in the middle. “Who did these?”

Tears ran down his cheek, he was like a parent holding their dead kid. Milton was devastated, yes, it was not China plates and glasses, or Louis Viton's designer clothes, but he couldn’t stop the sadness that made him suffocate.

Brianna stared, vowing to herself to make the person pay.

She spoke into the comms, and before Milton knew it, he was lifted by two strong men down the stairs. At first, he didn’t understand what was happening, and when he looked where they came from and didn’t see Brianna, he panicked.

The men said nothing, making Milton thrash and scream like a banshee. How would his night get any worse? “Help me, please. I am being kidnapped.”