"Just let her go, Oscar," Amy's voice came from behind as Oscar stood by the window in the living room upstairs. He looked down at the gate where Ellen was struggling to leave but the guards stopped her from doing so claiming that it was his orders. "I can't, not yet, Ellen will not suffer for what her parents did, I know I'm trying to get my revenge but I'm not that wicked, her case is little and she'll only suffer as little as she made me suffer, but her mom and dad, they'll regret it," Oscar said. "But that also applied to her, you know?" Amy asked and Oscar turned around to face his Mom with a quizzical expression, "If you hurt her parents," she continued, "And she watches you do that, don't you think she'll be hurt as well, so there is no point." "Nope," Oscar interjected, walked away from the window and threw himself on one of the sofas, "Even Ellen agrees that her parents should suffer the consequences, she will be hurt because it's not in the mind of anyone to watch the
It appeared as though time stood still as Oscar stood face to face with his uncle Aiden in the living room. He couldn't help but wonder why the old man still had the nerves to show up at the Slytherin mansion the very next day after his release from custody. "Why are you here?" Amy asked him the question that took Oscar so long to ask. "Amy, quite nice to see you...alive," Aiden uttered with a menacing grimace, his confidence to issue out threats publicly was very shocking, considering that he was a constant suspect. From behind Oscar, Amy made her way in between her son and his uncle, her expression was full of rage, but Aiden did not seem to care, to him it was nothing but a sheep acting like a lion to drive off the wolf. "Get out," she ordered him, and at the same time, Tom walked into the room only to get yelled at by Amy. "I thought I gave an order!" She snapped staring at Aiden from head to toe. "I'm very sorry ma, I was absent when he was let in," Tom replied and cl
"That fool huh?" Aiden mumbled, seated comfortably in his car, he could only imagine what Oscar was thinking at the moment. He wanted nothing more but to instill fear into the young man and make sure he lost that position. He had gathered enough evidence, because while in custody, a group of elites paid for his release without Oscar's consent, which means that all the while, Aiden had been in his home, staying low until the day of trial where he was brought to the court with a police van making it look as if he was truly in custody. "Hmm," He mumbled, "Once I get him out of the picture, Amy would be easy to handle, she's a woman, what's the worst she can do?" "Oscar is quite difficult to handle, I must say," One of the men seated in the car commented. "Wasn't it Jordan who tried to get rid of him yet failed, didn't the conference hall collapse in the Netherlands while he was there yet somehow, he managed to survive it?" "What?" Aiden asked because this was the first time h
Aiden lifted his head from the floor and looked outside the window, only to witness a gruesome sight. The men she trusted to protect him needed saving because they were bleeding from all over, yet struggling to fight back with the little strength that they had. One after another, Aiden saw his men fall to the ground like rags, thrown to the side of the road covered in blood, if only it were a scene from a movie then he would have not been afraid, but the shiver that went down his spine could only mean one thing. Even before he could think about it, the car door of the car was violently opened, and looking up in fright, Aiden's gaze fell upon a man in a black mask, holding onto a gun. Without saying a word, the man dragged Aiden out of the car with such force that Aiden hit his head on the edge of the door. He was thrown to the ground next to the car. "Please, don't kill me, "Aiden pleaded as he lay helpless on the floor, "I beg you." There were four men, each one pointing a gu
Wades couldn't believe his ears, why did he think for a moment that Oscar would save him from the cops, even Oscar himself as big as he was was subjected to the law, so what difference did it make? Without responding, the cops walked into the vicinity and saw Wade still on his knees, without any sort of violence, they walked up to him and placed the handcuffs on his wrist before lifting him off the ground. As they took him to the police van, Wade couldn't take his eyes off the only man who he thought was going to help him out. Even though it was wrong, he still felt betrayed, and it showed in the way he stared at Oscar. Oscar on the other hand just averted his gaze and walked back into the mansion, he truly didn't want to be a part of what was going on because even he felt betrayed by what Wades had done. How could he trust someone who lied to him so many times, about everything, and ghosted him for weeks like it was not a big deal? Right now, Oscar just accepted that Wade des
"You had better go to your room, take out any traces of cigar in there and take it out of my house because if I find it, Oscar, you'll be dead." The master warned, his gaze capable of sending any man to an early grave. No one would expect less from a military man who had fought bloody wars and survived. "Yes sir," Oscar uttered, his body shaking with fear as he made his way toward the room, but his master called back, "Where is my money? its Saturday! you though that I forgot?" He asked. "No sir," Oscar walked up to him, too scared to even count the money in his hand, he gave all six Dollars to his master and was about to walk away again, but was called to take back his two Dollars. As Oscar got back into the room, he quickly closed the door behind him and heaved a sigh of relief, his skin had once again escaped the wrath of his mater's belt, but now he had to get rid of whatever would put him at risk of ever taking that belt again, he had sworn that the first time he got bea
"Hello Mr. Coleman, " the chief extended his hand for a handshake and Oscar complied. "How are you?" Oscar asked, his expression was calm and composed, his face void of any smile, but still approachable. "I'm doing great sir," the chief replied, "Please come with me, this way," He led the way, and Oscar along with two bodyguards, Tom included followed them into one of the changes in the station. Inside the chamber, there was a seat for Oscar and a seat for the occupant of the chamber, this seat were separated by a long desk that ran across the room, and the desk was also separated in half by a netted bar that separated both individuals. Oscar sat down on of black leather chair, his arms folded and his expression cold, he looked at the man seated opposite him in disgust. "Leave us," He ordered his bodyguards and every other cop in the room and they left without hesitation. For more than a minute, the room was silent, neither of them said a word to the other, until Wades broke
"I grew up in the ghettos, left there and saw a life that was a million times better than what I live through, when my parents died, I used most of their money to help some people in there, I couldn't do so much but I helped as many as I could." "I got back to where we lived and rebuilt it, i rented it to a few people and then later it was just deserted because they didn't take good care of it. After my wife died and I noticed that the cops were unto me, I went back there for a while until the day they came for me." "Hmm," Oscar sighed, "I'm not going to believe you," he added, taking Wade by surprise, the shock was evident in the young man's expression. "Everything you just told me could have been a lie... "Why would I?" Wade was yet to complete his statement when Oscar cut him off. "I'm going to assume that you are telling the truth. I have also seen the condition of the people living in that place and I have to admit that it wasn't good to look at. I'm trying to see ho