A click went through as she heard his groggy voice on the phone which made her heart leap for joy.“Jennie?” he said with a heavy breath.“Hello, Richardson,” she said with a gift of thanks in her voice. “I’m sorry to bother you but I need your help right now.”“What is it?” he could sense the urgency in her voice which got him up. “What is going on?”“I came to a store to shop with my mother and I’m being thrown out of it,” she complained at the verge of tears. “There I met Michael and Alice.”“They’re with you?” he asked with a tinge of surprise in his voice.“Yes they are,” she confirmed. “We got into a little argument and they insulted me and everything and I couldn’t keep quiet about it so I told them off. Now they went and told the security whatever they said and they are about to kick us out.”“How dare they!” his deep voice thundered through the speaker loud enough for the security guards to hear it.“I don’t know what to do, Richardson. This is really embarrassing. I’m sorry
Alice folded her arms in the car as she had a heavy scowl over her face. It was clear she was angry at what had happened. Tears fell from her eyes in heavy amounts as she bit her lip in an attempt to push them back. “This is all your fucking fault,” she growled in anger. “If you had just…”Words failed her as she screamed with her hands in the air.Michael could do nothing but stare at the windshield in silence. He was also angry at what had happened. This was the second time he was getting thrown out of a place. He could not take back the embarrassment which had occurred.“You’re a pile of disgrace and embarrassment!” yelled Alice. “You know what, I blame you for all the misfortunes and I can tell you that I’ve never been embarrassed like this before.”The man sighed looking out of the window to see the cars zipping by.“When I was with Richardson, I didn’t have to go through all of this, but my time with you has been filled with one trouble or the other. You are so filled with misf
Alice watched Michael drive away as she tried to take in deep breaths.How had her life taken a sudden turn from riches to being thrown out of places? What had she done to deserve this? Was it bad to want good things for oneself?She only wanted to not suffer, was it so hard to ask for?She turned around getting into the restaurant with a sad face. Looking around she could see so many people walking around as they went on with their different things.“Welcome,” a security guard nodded to her as she moved away from the door.The restaurant was a small one, smaller than the ones she was used to being in.Heading for an empty table, she settled into it with her hands scouring through her bag for a mirror.She got it out to look into it and see how messy her makeup was.“Look what you’ve done, Michael,” she breathed, taking out a napkin to clean away the tear tracks and the mascara stain.When she had applied new makeup as well as made sure she was presentable, she dropped her things into
Richardson walked around the office with so many thoughts in his head. He was planning on the next important move to take concerning the company. The embezzlement he had seen was still a bother to him and he wondered why his grandfather was not taking it as seriously as he was taking it.He understood that the old man wanted to keep him safe from getting hounded by his family members but it was still thievery.He could not keep pretending like he didn’t know about the money’s whereabouts. He already knew who was taking the money, all he needed to do was expose them.He knew that the money was being taken by a particular family in the large extended family but Damien had asked him to be mute about it and behave like he had not seen anything.He had tabled the matter countless times to Damien and he was sure Damien was tired of hearing the same thing over and over again.He knew he had to talk to someone or he would explode. He could not hold a secret this big for so long.Of course he
Richardson walked to the stable admiring the horses there. He had tried riding a couple of times but had failed at it. Horses were not his thing, cars on the other hand were his thing.“Sir,” someone said at the door as he turned to see the stable cleaner with a broom in his hand.“Hey,” he smiled at the young teenager. He could remember when his grandfather had picked the boy up from the streets to train him but it turned out the boy didn’t want to go to school but wanted to work for money. Damien had accepted the boy’s request, giving him a job as one of the stable cleaners while he rewarded him with shelter and a wonderful pay.“I’m here to clean up the place,” the boy said with his eyes finding it hard to look at him. He was shy, the heir could tell from the way he stole glances at him from time to time.“Sure,” he smiled, exiting the stable just in time to see Tom jogging to the stable. “You didn’t need to run, I was going to wait until you were done.”“I figured… that it was… u
Two days after the conversation he had had with Tom in the fields, Richardson walked about the fields again, this time with company while enjoying the evening scenery before him.Mary, in the distance, ran about the fields with gusto while he watched on with an amusing smile on his face. He was getting used to her presence in the estate. She had warmed her way into his heart and his grandfather's heart, turning them both around.He had not shown her his mother who was still in a coma yet. He wanted that part of him to remain a secret.She had of course asked him about the woman but he had brushed the question off numerous times as he did not want to talk about it.“Sir Richardson!” someone yelled his name, getting him to turn and see Tom running towards him.“Whoa!” Richardson yelled, holding Tom from falling over. “What is it that is making you run blindly into the fields without restraint?”“You have a letter from the mafia don,” he said, raising a letter to his face.The heir star
“Alright! Let’s go!” yelled the first don, banging the roof of the Cadillac while his partner laughed at his actions.Richardson heard some people shout before hearing the driver’s door open up and slam shut.Within seconds, the car roared to life as they started on their way to their fun night.“I don’t know your names,” he said, trying to be as confident as possible. He was going to show the men that he was not afraid of them.“James,” the first don smiled at him with a salute.“John,” the second one said with a hand dazzle like he had just performed a magic trick.Richardson started to wonder how these two jokers were mafia dons. He knew he could not judge based on their appearances but on their actions. They must have done something dangerous to have gotten to the top.“So you’re James,” he pointed to the first don who nodded. “And you’re John,” he pointed to the second don.“You got that right. See? You’re not so slow after all,” laughed John.While they talked and laughed about
He held his breath in fear as the sounds around him became muffled.He watched James’s head pump out blood, pooling around him as his open eyes lost the light in them. There was no way he was surviving that.The man who had shot James dead bent down to look at Richardson with his mask which had a different color from the others. He must be the leader.“And you must be Richardson,” the man’s deep voice said with a rumble. “Forgive my manners. I should have introduced myself first before killing the pig.”Richardson could not talk but shiver where he knelt. He had watched his first cold murder and it rattled him down to his bones. How had it gone from the car ride to a murder scene?Was he going to die? Was this how his life was going to end?So many thoughts rushed through his mind as he tried to control his breathing which seemed to fail him.The man went on to speak while waving his gun around but he could not hear anything.He was shaking all round. This was going to be his last and