Archer was just a normal man, married to Eva Austin before he went to prison. It was his time in prison that taught him martial arts. Even though Master Woods knew he was talented from the beginning, he didn’t go easy on him. He was relentless in his training, pushing him to his limits and beyond.Hence, Archer learnt Martial Arts from the very best in the field and in a very short period.Somehow, as Tangie watched him overpowering six armed men at once without sustaining any injury. Her trust in him began to waver. He was impressive but dangerous to be able to inflict that level of violence."Who are you?" Tangie wondered aloud, her voice trembling with fear. "Are you a thug? Where did you learn to fight like that?"All Archer had to do was explain his commitment to the lessons, and show her the many scars he sustained during his training.However, he decided to keep that part of his life away from people’s knowledge. "That is not important right now, Tangie. Let's get you to sa
Tangie paced the hallway with her heart racing uncontrollably, matching the rhythm of racing thoughts in her mind as she awaited Archer’s arrival.After Marcellus took her home, she found herself in a constant battle with her conscience. After several thoughts and careful consideration, her stomach churned with guilt as she replayed the scene in her mind’s eye, realizing that she had judged him to fast, without asking for explanations.“No!” She interjected, “I asked for explanations,” “Was it when you asked him, ‘who are you?’ Without waiting for an answer?” “I waited for an answer, his reply was ‘that is not important.’ It is important to me!” She murmured, “I just want him to open up to me. I’m his wife now…” she paused, the tip of her tongue itching to blurt out the main reason why she craved Archer’s transparency.Mariah dialed her brother’s number for the hundredth time, eager to inform him that Mrs Williams had been talking to herself all day, and she was worried.After seve
“Let’s get to it then!” The Badger announced excitedly, “I’ll go get my tools…” Celestine raised a concerned brow after the badger disappeared to the “staff-only” area of his bar.“Are you sure about this? Whatever is contained in that message might be top secret.” Archer pivoted towards him, his eyes narrowed with determination and silent resolve.“You called him your good friend before we came here, didn’t you?”“Uh…yes, but” Celestine replied reluctantly, “That’s all I need to know,” Archer replied, “he doesn’t seem trustworthy but I refuse to judge a book by its cover…”“Besides, ‘don’t judge!” Archer mimicked his friend, a half smile playing on his lips.Celestine nodded in understanding but he still had his doubts, he had only met the Badger about four months ago and even as they spoke, he had no idea what his real name was.After a while, the badger returned with a laptop that seemed quite mechanical. Its bulky design and clunky keys stirred a jeer in Celestine.“Is this the
Celestine waited in the car watching Archer stroll tiredly towards the green sensor by the gate of his house. The sensor beeped when once, showing green as the gate glided open. Celestine drove in, slowing down when he got closer to him.“I’ll take a walk instead, Celestine…” Archer replied.Having witnessed the content of the decoded message himself, he understood if Archer needed a minute to himself.As he drove away, Archer stood quietly, watching her taillights disappear into his drivewayArcher sighed heavily, feeling the weight of the evening rush back to him, weighing on his shoulders like a literal burden.With a bit of courage, Archer took his first step into the night, the breeze tugging on his face felt like a warm embrace reassuring him that everything would be fine at the end.Archer turned his back to his mansion, staring at the exit gate.Memories of his life flooded his mind, stirring up emotions that he thought he had moved past.For a minute there, he considered el
The first light of the dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow in the room.Tangie Sullivan, now Tangie Williams stood before her mirror, gazing at her features intently. Today was different.She took a step backward for a further look. Instead of looking out for her features, smile lines, and wrinkles. Being an outstanding granddaughter of a lord came with lots of attention.Today, she was scrutinizing her arms and her legs envisioning the strength and power in them.She flexed her muscles, engaging in a silent battle with the air.Archer stirred awake, his head heavy from the effect of the badger’s badger-drink.He blinked his open and the morning rays greeted him first. Archer squinted his eyes, scanning about the familiar surroundings. A figure stood by a corner of the large room, throwing weak punches in the air. His eyes widened with a mix of surprise and curiosity as he silently watching her. Unable to hold it in anymore, Archer broke the silence. “What…
Celestine went to the door, and came back with a frantic look on his face even though he tried to conceal it, the hurried footsteps betrayed him.“Sir, we’re being attacked,” he whispered in my ear and anger surged through me.“Go to your room,” Archer ordered, instantly, Tangie and Mariah scurried away from the table, disappearing into the hallway. Archer watched until the door slammed shut.“This has to end!” He seethed, “I will not tolerate being threatened in my own home.”“This isn’t an attack to kill…” Tangie’s voice broke into their conversation. Stunned, Archer pivoted towards her, his eyes disapproving. “I said go to your room.” He insisted.Tangie furrowed, her resolve thickening of her brows. “This person is looking for attention,” Tangie pressed on, “he wants your attention. He’s trying to pass a message.”Celestine nodded his head in agreement, the pattern was odd. They were making no efforts to come in the dark. “I mean that’s a valid explanation to them always hitt
The sound of ceramic plates crashing through the walls came rushing in as Archer settled into the dining table. His memories surfaced freshly like they never left. Tangie sat across from him, gazing at him with persistent curiosity. Archer took a sip of water as beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. The past he hadn’t visited in a long time had finally come to seek him.He sat across from his wife, contemplating which childhood experience he could share without feeling shaken by trauma or causing his wife to worry.“As you know…” he blurted out after what seemed like an eternity. Tangie widened her eyes in anticipation, awaiting his next words. Instead, Archer rose from the table, burying his hands in his pocket. “That boy needs help,” he said, “I can’t give you evidence or proof, but I know it within me that we will regret not helping him…”“Well, what can we gain from him?” Tangie asked, her tone softening gradually. She understood the difficulty in opening up about a
Maverick’s fury crackled in the air, a laughter that seemed to shake the cores of the foundation of the chambers, "Where is your brother?!" His voice thundered, rattling a boy about two years older than seventeen. He wouldn't have cared one bit about him if he hadn't given stashes of drugs worth one million dollars.Maverick stomped his chambers restlessly, his rage radiated through the room, holding Mamba and his men to a spot."Mamba, what happened?!" Maverick demanded, his voice rough and seething. "Where is the rat I sent with you?""I swear Boss, we were ambushed sir. He had security guards positioned everywhere, even outside the compound." Mamba explained cautiously.Hie explanation only flared Maverick’s temper the more, he stomped across the room and grabbed him by the collar with seamless strength, slamming his head against the wall. "Excuses, always excuses. You weak, pathetic fool."Shoving Mamba away, Maverick stormed out of the chamber, determination burning in his vei