“I am going to kill all of you!" Ronaldo said, barreling towards the men, shirtless and seized the one in the middle. Weeks had passed, and Ronaldo was not over his brother, Rob’s death. And he was sure that his killer was among these men whom he knew very well. "What? What is going on, what do you want from us?" The guy asked. He had dyed his hair green and cut it low. The guy looked up to see who it was that had him. "Ronaldo? Is everything okay?" The guy asked. "I heard about Roberto, I'm sorry for your loss." The other men went towards Ronaldo and tried to free their friend from his grip. "Don't patronize me, Sol, you think that I did not know that you said that you would kill Rob for winning all the money? Huh?" Ronaldo screamed at Sol. Ronaldo did not care about any of them anymore. Roberto was his lifeline, as now he was gone. "Yo buddy, calm down," A taller man with a pot belly that was quite obvious even through his shirt said. "Don't tell me to calm down, Paul
Taron felt useless. He was tired of feeling like this over and over again, but it seemed like the universe enjoyed tormenting him. When he was with his mother before she chased him out, she made sure that he knew how bad she felt to have him in her life. When he was in a relationship with Selena, he was unable to provide and that made Selena see him as a useless person too. And then when Rob died, he felt like if he had done something earlier, then his friend would probably still be alive. Taron knew that that was not likely, he could not predict the future and whoever it was that killed Rob had his eyes on him, so regardless, Rob would still have died. Taron was very much aware, but he wanted to feel the pain for a little longer. He was not ready for the rational side of his brain to take control. He saw a sign that read. The Tipsy Scholar: Where the Booze flows and the Brains roam free. Taron sighed. He had never been to a bar before, and he was not big on drinking. But maybe
"That's the third time that has happened in ten minutes." Rebecca stood in front of the pile of vomit Taron had left on the ground again, patting his back. "It's a good thing you have paper towels here, handy for situations like this." She brought the towels and started to clean his face. “I can’t imagine your mother seeing you like this.” Rebecca giggled as they got back in the car. “No! No mother!” Taron exclaimed. Rebecca found it comforting to find out that Taron could still think, even if it was not reliable. She felt that it would be better if he had some control so he could go to sleep easier after eating at her place. She was wrong. “Sir! Sir! Don’t come outside, stay in there and take your bath and wear your towel when you’re done!” Rebecca yelled at Taron who was trying to open the door. “I want the door open!” Taron said stubbornly as Rebecca held on to the door of the bathroom for dear life— or dear sight, whichever. “No!” Rebecca said stubbornly.
Taron looked into the mirror and gave himself a smile. “You’re going to do it again, Taron, just like you’ve done many times before.” He had a very wonderful conversation with a member of his clan who had been wronged by another member. The wrong member, who called himself Cliff, but Taron had later identified as Jeff Ross had told Taron that the Johnson brothers had thrown his company down. Jeff aka Cliff had also revealed that the brothers were involved in illegal oil trading, and when Taron had asked for proof, Jeff had provided audio and video evidences. Even brought some photographs just for show, and just like that Taron got an idea on how he would be able to sell everyone in on signing the contract with open hearts. Half hearted wills in the least. “What’s got you whistling all over the place now? Is it that girl that works for you?” Eloise came in asking. “What? No! Why would I be whistling because of Rebecca? I’m whistling because I’m going to have a great day t
“With how scrunched you your face is, I can’t imagine what you’d look like if you heard that the flight had been cancelled.” Taron said, sporting his dark shades as different women looked at him as he passed. Rebecca threw her nose up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir.” “You’ve been in a terrible mood all week, what happened to you?” Taron hit the mail on the head and Rebecca started to stammer. “No— it’s the— uh, the weather! The moon has not been aligning with my behaviour.” Rebecca quickly said. “You’re blaming your behaviour on the innocent moon, how unseemly.” Taron raised his glasses to look at her. Rebecca studied Taron. Did he seriously not remember? “Fine, I’ve just been having mood swings more often than usual,” Rebecca confessed. “If it’s affecting my work, I’m truly sorry and I’d do my best to be better.” “Yeah Becca, whatever.” Taron grinned and walked ahead of her. Rebecca wondered what was wrong with him. He looked too happy to be true
Taron was in a meeting with the men that he had come to see for business. Rebecca was taking the minutes, recovering from her jaw involuntarily dropping after she saw how gorgeous the men were. They looked like they had beauty gurus as parents and nannies and she wished she could touch their jawlines and beautiful brown skin. It was until Taron sent her a glare after nudging her that she realised that she had been caught staring. She waved at them, embarrassment filling her being while Taron did an introduction on her behalf. The reason Taron had rushed to pick this up was not because of how successful these brothers were, because they were successful actors, not businessmen, but because he saw potential and he felt like it would turn out great for all parties involved. And with their popularity, Taron felt like that would make up for the fact that they were still amateurs on this side of things. Rebecca set her bag on the table. It had a camera that Taron had installed just in ca
Taron’s eyes darted back and forth from his mother and wondered if she was seriously doing this. A total waste of his time, and what was more? She was having everyone join in on it. Her dog had died, not that that was surprising as Eloise was terrible when it came to taking care of any living thing that was not herself. Taron had expected the whole thing. In fact, it lived longer than he had expected. What the issue was was that his mother was eating chocolates and she had given the dog some to feast on. How irresponsible was that? Taron shook his head. But then she claimed that she did not know that dogs could not eat chocolate so he had to let it go. Not that he cared about the dog, but he did not appreciate an animal dying in his home. This was not just any burial. She had bought some space at the local cemetery where actual people were buried and did funeral proceedings like it was a person that died. Even had the guards carry the dog on a casket the size of the one humans use
“Dear God, what have I done?” Eloise whispered as she watched her son leave. “You just got engaged to me, baby!” Anthony laughed heartily and lifted Eloise up. “Tony, stop it, now is not the time.” Anthony then noticed how down Eloise seemed so he put her down and drew himself closer to her. “What’s wrong, baby? Was it something I did?” Anthony asked. “No, actually, not directly at least.” Eloise replied in a low voice. Anthony looked around the crowd and grinned. “Happy engagement to us once again, invites to the engagement party would be sent, so until then, have fun! The burial is over.” Anthony carried Eloise out and put her in his car before placing a call to one of his men. “We are going somewhere, have the rest of the family go home, alright?” Then he cut the call. “What’s wrong now? Won’t you tell me?” Anthony asked, and Eloise sighed, looking out the window. “It’s my son, Anthony, he is not happy with me.” Eloise shook her head as she felt tears well