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
To have plans go in the exact way you wanted would have been a good thing but not for Dominic Maverick Jr. Not when his plans could have only gone as planned if he enacted it himself.The six Force vans in Archer’s compound distressed him the more he thought about it. With his grip tightened on the steering wheel, Maverick stepped on the gas pedal, speeding through the busy streets of downtown Utah.As soon as he arrived, Maverick stepped down, and headed straight to the boys' quarters. His heart thumping heavily in his chest. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something had gone wrong with his plan.The neatly arranged compound stretched out before him, each area of the massive estate guarded by iron gates of skulls and bones design.Maverick’s eyes swept over the sprawling mansion, looking around for a feeble-looking boy.“Xavier!” He thundered as he approached the entranceway to the boy’s quarters, rather briskly across the compound.“Xavier,” Mamba called out, seeing Maverick st
Boys less than twenty years of age were armed with guns and ammunition, and forced to go against the Drug Force Department of Utah. Maverick portrayed his actions as bravery, mobilizing the boys to take on a fight they obviously wouldn’t win, and he was well aware of that, but his fear of Big Dot’s fury overshadowed any concern he had for the Drugs Enforcement actions.In the season of his desperation, a sudden burst of rage filled him with ideas. “Duncan has proven himself loyal,” he nodded, “how about a game of nuts and X, President Williams?”Without any hesitation, he texted Duncan. “Duncan, show this text to officials that can play: Two million dollars each for anyone who will work with me. Kidnap Tangie Williams. We are going to make President Williams of Sterling Groups pay.“The perfect opportunity presented itself when they were given the duty of taking Tangie to the station. Duncan smiled to himself, “My time to become a millionaire is come.”Duncan didn’t have to show Mave
Archer's eyes widened with fear at the gun pointed to his wife's head. His heartbeat plummeted as he glanced at her. Tangie was barely conscious.Her pupils were almost turning to the back of her head, dilated from the loss of blood.Duncan used her as his shield, her fragile frame covering his short, sturdy stature.His boisterous voice echoed in the van, shaking her awake. Tangie tiredly blinked her eyes open, her gaze landing on Archer. As their eyes connected, Archer felt a pang of wrenching pain in his heart, as he stood there unable to help Tangie. "I'm so sorry," he muttered inaudibly, his sight blurry from welled-up tears.Tangie returned his inaudible mumbles with a soft smile. In a dire situation like this, how could she still smile at him? Archer wondered, dropping his gaze to the ground, unable to keep watching the blood trickling from her thighs.Suddenly, the Police announcement speakers blared into the air, "Your van is surrounded by the police! You are advised to dr
The Sullivans had a long-standing tradition of gathering together as often as possible. Lord Sullivan, Tangie’s grandfather was a man who believed in dynasty. Everything he owned was passed from his fathers, and as an elder, he would also one day pass down the family’s legacy. Hence, the need to associate with his family was necessary, he saw it as his duty to ensure the family’s legacy endured, making sure everyone carried out their duties to the family. Tangie received a message inviting her to the family reunion. Tangie sighed softly, making a mental note to include that in her activities of the day. As she stepped into the van, giving a little squeeze to Andrew’s hand and reassuring him, Tangie had an idea to adopt him. Although, she knew her family would never accept him as her son and they wouldn’t allow him partake in the family’s ‘dynasty’, Tangie felt her resolve strengthen whenever she glanced at him. When she texted her husband, she didn’t get around to informing him t