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
Sitting beside Archer as they gradually approached home, Celestine’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his apprehension stemming from the expression of despair on Archer's face.He had not glanced away from his phone after the call with his mother-in-law. His silence made Celestine wonder what their phone call was about. Although Archer said nothing, Celestine knew he was blaming himself for his wife's kidnap.Unknown to him that Archer’s silence was because he was losing his mind from helplessness, Celestine chimed "...but how were we supposed to know that the Drugs-Law Enforcement that should be fighting with us were corrupt people that would fight against us?!" This was his lame attempt at telling Archer not to blame himself for Tangie's kidnap. Archer’s silence stretched on, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone, his mind consumed with worry and concern about Tangie. At this point, this was all he could do- diligently awaiting Duncan to name his price. He had completel
The news of Tangie’s rescue spread through the city like wildfire, replacing the fear and panic in the hearts of its inhabitants with relief.Following her rescue, rumors swirled about who might be behind such a brazen act, and whispers of conspiracies filled the internet, but the real answer was yet to be revealed.“If things go as scheduled, The drug-law department will put out a Press Release explaining the details of the incident today. With that, I believe everything will go smoothly for a while…“As Celestine spoke, the gates of the mansion beeped open, and official vans of the Drug Law Enforcement Agency drove in, meeting the Sullivans right at the center of the mansion.Lieutenant Jackson stepped down accompanied by the Commissioner of Police in charge of the city.Without waiting for their word, Archer strode past the gathered officers and the Sullivans, heading straight to the ambulance that carried Tangie.As Archer flung the doors open, a man dressed in a doctor’s robe nur
The car hummed along the familiar streets, as they inched farther away from Archer’s home. Tangie had momentarily felt relief when she was in his arms. She certainly felt that she would have gotten better overnight if she had been in her husband’s arms, “why did they have to do this?” beneath her breath, her voice cracking with the weight of her emotion. Sitting sandwiched between her mom and grandfather, their faces cold with steely gazes diffused the air with silence filled with unspoken thoughts in her head. Tangie went in search of calm for her mind, gazing out the window, her mind drifting away to the passing scenery of the midday. The events of the day replayed in her mind like a bittersweet melody, one moment she was happy, and the next she was down.Her father glanced at her from the rearview mirror, but Tangie averted her gaze away.The streets blurred together, as they sped from from the familiar streets of Utah to the exotic countryside in the suburban area.Finally, th
It seemed far-fetched that Archer requested that they didn’t speak to Tangie. Even though Celestine had heard clearly that The Sullivans demanded an annulment of their marriage, he just didn’t think Archer would not even put up a fight.Celestine nodded in response, not as his friend, but as his Secretary. He was bound to obey him.Mariah let out a gentle sigh, her face pinching with disapproval. “Sir,…” she objected, her voice a soft plea.“I understand she is your friend; you can continue being there for her.” He replied, sitting up abruptly on the couch, sitting up abruptly on the couch. He shot a glance at Celestine and he jolted up and followed him. Archer guided him swiftly to the ballroom, a space he suspected to be one of the meeting chambers of the Seven Divine Citadels. With a firm grip, Archer pulled open the ornate doors, revealing a hall bathed in the soft glow of hanging chandelier lights, the air hummed with sophistication, leaving Celestine gasping. Elegant chairs