“A few weeks ago I hit someone with the car,” Richardson noted while dropping the drink back on the table. “Now it was an accident and I did not mean to do it.”He sighed remembering the events of the fateful day. It still haunted him and he wanted so much to forget it to no avail. It was impossible to do so. “I took her to the hospital and had her admitted. For weeks she was in a coma and it wasn’t until three weeks ago that the doctor in charge of her health called me up to tell me that she had woken up.”Richardson watched Damien breathe a sigh of relief, dropping his glass on the table.“There is a slight problem with her awakening,” Richardson went on with his tales. “She awoke but she had amnesia.”“So she doesn’t remember who she is or…”“She cannot remember anything.”They both stared at each other, none saying anything for the minutes which passed by.The sounds they could hear were the loud noises from the television and the hum of the Air condition.“Any broken bones?” Dam
Jennie came out of the shower with a frown on her face. It was pretty late and she had finished her shifts on time.She picked up her phone to call Richardson but dropped it back on her bed while laying in it.“I’ll wait for him to call me,” she muttered, laying in bed with her face staring at the ceiling.Her mother’s words came to her, reminding her of her situation and her position in the world.This motivated her to get out her phone and call him again.While it rang, she could not help but relive the events of the day. She remembered seeing him in the hospital and waving, however, he had moved past her without even looking.He must have had something on his mind to have done that.The phone beeped notifying her that there was no response.“Where are you?” she sighed, laying back into bed.She could not believe that he had not spoken to her throughout the day and he had not cared to call. What was he doing?Her phone started to buzz which she picked in a hurry. It was him.“Hello,
“Minus the racing that I don’t think would happen as the racing course is closed for the week, what are you doing in this part of town?” Richardson stretched his leg while asking the man beside him.“I came out to enjoy the wonderful breeze and rest from the troubles of the week,” Philip laughed. “I mean, tell me you’re not enjoying this wonderful morning view.”Richardson could not agree more. The view before him was wonderful and it mesmerized him. The birds which flew about their day, chirped as the sun burned bright in the blue skies.It was all he had ever wanted to see if he ever had the chance to make enough money to rest from the financial struggles around.He had watched the sceneries before him on television and wondered how it would feel like to be able to enjoy it, yet here he was doing so.“I didn’t see you at the end of the party,” Philip said, getting out five pieces of chewing gum from his pocket. “Gum?”Richardson refused the offer laying comfortably into the bench, “
“I know what I would do if it ever came down to it,” Philip said to his feet. “I can see we won’t be having that race today. I’ll have to put out a rain check for that.”Richardson followed suit standing to his feet.“I understand. Besides, where’s your car?”“Over there,” the man pointed to a blue Bugatti veyron parked in a corner. “Nice car,” Richardson admired as they started down the stairs heading for the race track. “So I guess this is goodbye until we meet again?”“I guess,” laughed Philip. “We’ll talk later.”“Sure,” he stretched out his hand to shake his cousin as they parted ways.While he got into his car, he heard an engine roar to life before zooming past his car.“Hope he doesn’t die from overspeeding,” he laughed, igniting his car.He had liked hanging out with Philip. He had liked him at the party as he had found someone he could relate with but after their conversation at the track, he found himself liking him even more.Looking at his watch, he decided to drop the i
Richardson had played chess with his grandfather and he was a pro at making risky moves. He knew all he needed to do was beat them at their own game and earn their respect. It was going to be difficult if he was going to play with someone who was going to be as good as Damien but he could scale through.To jump into the game without a data of his opponent would be suicide. He had to watch them play and know how they did their thing.The Don made some amateur moves which got the other opponent into a mindset that they were winning. The opponent made a few major moves getting their tricks to be exposed as the Don made a huge move, taking out the major league.“Checkmate!” the Don yelled out with a loud laugh, taking the money from the table before turning to the elated crowd. “Does anyone want to play?!”“Give me some more time, I can do this!” the man being dragged out yelled. “But you have given everything to me including your pinky finger,” laughed the Don. “What else would you wan
“What a surprise,” the Don gasped, laying back in his seat after staring at the board in silence for a few minutes. Even Richardson who had won was shocked at his winning move. It had been one he had brought up on the spot. He had tried using his own move which had failed and after trying with his grandfather’s move, he resorted to combining the two moves to win. A risky gamble but it had played out well.“How did you do it?” the Don asked in shock. It was clear he was not expecting to be defeated at his own game. This was news to the man who stared at the board like some secret would flow from it.“I… I don’t know,” Richardson chuckled. “I wasn’t even expecting to win.”He was elated at his new mice which he was ready to try out with his grandfather. The old man would definitely be defeated after a bout or two of the game.“What do you want?” the Don clicked his fingers as the crowd dispersed leaving him in the booth with his opponent.“I just…”“Hey Gary,” the Don called to his se
The man hacked a loud cough laying into the couch.“Well, if they lose they are free to go. But not if they are owing me something or if they have been in my debt for a very long time. Of course I cannot let that slide. I’ll need to take something from them.”“So if they bet a body part or something, would you still take that away from them?”“If you are referring to the jerk face whom I sent out of the bar, no, he’s a stupid drunk who tries to bet on everything. If he could bet on his own mother he would gladly do so without thinking about the repercussions of his actions.”“So, he isn’t going to lose his finger?”“Eww, no,” the Don grimaced at the thought of blood. “Of course if he is owing a finger we will collect a finger but I don’t think we’ll use his finger to do anything so we’ll just collect whatever we can from him and let him be.”This new information relieved a lot of weight from his shoulders as he relaxed. The mafia were not so bad if that was the case. He could join the
“Great job,” Peter laughed clapping his hands with his henchman doing the same as George cleaned up the mess around before leaving the room.“Thank you,” breathed an exhausted Richardson. He had gone through a tough moment and he was happy it had gone well.“I’ll tell you what,” the Don went on. “You set me up with your old man so we can have a meet and you’ll have anything you want from me.”“That can be arranged,” smiled a triumphant Richardson.“Great,” the Don stood to his feet. “Here is my card. Call me anytime.”The man dropped his card on the table before leaving the room.“Have a nice night Mr Richardson and enjoy the party.” Those were the last words the mafian Don said before leaving the room with his henchmen.Richardson waited for them to leave before punching the air triumphantly.“I did it,” he sighed in relief. “I can’t believe that went well.”Picking up his phone, he called Tom up who picked it with a groggy voice.“Hello.”“Tom? Are you awake?”“Young master?” a conf