The past month had been rough as he had to attend cases as the most important witness to Steve Garrick’s death, and he was the one that Steve Garrick was trying to attack before Steve got shot dead by an unknown shooter. Everything had passed, and to Taron’s surprise, there was a trial for Steve and he was found guilty for stalking and attempted murder, but Taron did not think much of it since Steve was going to be buried some time soon. He decided to go to South Africa, mainly because Rebecca had said that she had always wanted to go there and Taron was trying to appease her because she had been doing work that she was not expected to do. Work, referring to how she was with easing how dangerous the world of the wealthy was, and it was not her fault. Taron honestly did not really like the idea of leaving to go on a vacation, as he felt that there was still much more. He wanted to, actually, he just felt that it would be inappropriate for him to leave. But then, on the bright si
Taron was enjoying himself so much that there were some moments when he forgot that he had things running. He did not realise that he needed the escape from his reality, a chance to feel normal again, especially after all he had been through. And Rebecca was so happy. All the time. She was usually a cheerful person, but Taron felt that this place had unlocked something in her, and he was happy to be a part of the process. He wanted the people around him to be happy. “Sir!” Rebecca ran out from somewhere Taron could not see from towards him. She carried a toy gun in her hand. “What is that?” Taron asked, lowering his sunglasses and focusing on her hand. Rebecca chuckled. “It’s just a water gun, don’t worry about it.” “Oh.” Taron nodded, not knowing why she had a water gun, but letting it slide all the same. “Come and win yours too, when you do that, we would be able to play.” Rebecca said, the excitement flowing through her voice. “I can just buy one, you know?” Taro
“We’ve only spent two weeks, mom, what do you want me to do? Come back?” Taron chuckled as he spoke to his mom who talked about him coming to see her with so much excitement in her voice. “Once I get back, you would be the first person that I would come to see, so you don’t have to worry about not seeing me anytime soon since we’ve got only two more weeks before we get back.” Taron assured his mother. “I’m going outside.” Rebecca whispered to Taron before leaving the suite. Taron nodded and gave her a thumbs up. As soon as Rebecca left the place, Taron heard a loud crash and hurriedly spoke. “Mom, I’m on vacation and you’re making me worry now, I’ll see you in two weeks, bye!” Taron hurriedly cut the call and went to reach for a knife before moving around to with quiet, steady footsteps to see what was going on. “Put your hands on your head, right where I can see them.” Someone said from the back in a gruff voice. Taron turned around slowly to see a man with a long
Taron opened his eyes groggily, and everything looked blurry to him. He felt a dull pain in the side of his head, and his body felt like he was continually being stepped on by a giant bear with metal legs while sopranos sang at extreme high pitches to torture him. “Where am I?” His voice sounded too hoarse, even. “Our golden boy has finally opened his eyes, haha!” Someone said. Taron blinked continually until his eyes were finally able to focus. He was sitting down, and he looked down on his body and realised with a start that he was tied up. “What is going on?” He shouted, looking around too fast. That made his head and body ache even more. Taron studied his surroundings. He was in some sort of dull, empty room, and save for him, the dust and some cobwebs, and a dimly lit bulb, the room seemed to be empty. And for the man who had spoken to him earlier too. “Where am I?” Taron asked trying to see if he would be able to somehow slip out of his ropes. A hand tapped his
Rebecca had landed, but as it turned out, some of her money had been stolen. Somehow. She cursed her sudden bad luck and called Taron’s driver to pick her up at the airport. After an hour of chasing men away, and a lot of pent up anger, the driver arrived and Rebecca made her way into the car. “What took you so long?” She asked after exchanging greetings. “I’m sorry, I had to get gas for the car.” The driver explained and started the car. “Where is master?” “Something very bad has happened. I need you to take me to the police.” Rebecca said, tears rushing from her eyes. “Okay.”- “So, you’re telling me that Mr McCarthy got attacked and somehow, you were unscathed? They did not take you?” The policeman looked at Rebecca in disbelief and one could tell that they did not believe her. Rebecca sighed. She had made the wrong decision by going to see these people. She turned back to leave. “Ma’am, you’re not allowed to go anywhere, this is a serious matter.” One of them
Rebecca gasped loudly and painfully as she opened her eyes. It was all a nightmare! A very horrible one, at that. She saw a nurse at her side. “You’ve been very excited in your sleep, want to share what happened?” The nurse asked. Rebecca wanted to tell her. She wanted someone to tell her that everything was going to be okay and all she had was a terrible dream, but she felt weak for feeling that way. She was supposed to know how to fend for herself as an adult, wasn’t she? It was not every time that her emotions called that she would answer. Besides, even if she was in a hospital where she was supposed to be taken care of, she knew that she could not trust anybody, not even the doctors and nurses. “No, thank you.” Rebecca said, giving the nurse a small smile. “Well, Doctor Holmes asked me to come and check on you, and you seem fine now,” The nurse said. “that sleep must have done you a lot of good.” Rebecca looked outside and saw that it was still day time. What was
Taron opened his eyes for the hundredth time since he was trapped in this place. They just kept on beating him up and leaving him to wake up. And usually, whenever he got up, one of them was always waiting at his foot to talk some more shit. Taron’s eyes adjusted to the place and he saw— bars? Had they changed his containment chamber? He sat up using his hands. And they had untied him and taken away the chair. He could see streams of light coming out from the far end, but he wondered just how far he was from civilisation. And most importantly, if there was any chance that he could run and escape. He put his hands out to test the lock, and of course, there was a padlock, and it opened with a key, not combinations. He wondered if Rebecca had gone to see Anthony yet, or anyone else except the police, and he thought about his mother. If he would ever see her again. Reaching out while holding the bars he pulled in the opposite direction, stretching his body enough to make satisfy
“What did you find?” Anthony was on his reclining chair. “The DNA she got was traced down to two people.” The person on the receiver said. “Who are they?” Anthony asked, hoping that he would be able to find something out. A co-relation between the name and some other underworld person, maybe. “Silas Hewman and Zavier White.” Came the reply. Anthony frowned. He had not heard these names before, but that had never stopped him from doing some research. “Send me the file that you have on them,” Anthony grunted. “and see if you can figure out their work names, so we can get a lead or something.” Anthony cut the call after that, and a message came in almost immediately. He looked through the file and took out the pictures of the men that matched the DNA under Rebecca’s fingers and sent the images to her. “What’s going on again?” Eloise asked, suddenly coming out of the room that they shared. “I thought you said that you were going to sleep in today.” Anthony nodded. “Of