The Francis family living room wasn’t as grand as most would expect for a family aspiring to mingle with Hilburg’s elite. The Francis family clung desperately to their aspirations of grandeur, despite their middle-class reality.The modest furnishings and faded wallpaper hinted at a past of financial strain, a contrast to the airs Harold, Eleanor, and John Francis often put on. Yet, despite their middle-class roots, the tension in the room was palpable, especially as Lloyd sat on the worn leather couch, surrounded by Lisa’s family.Despite the fact that no one had spoken so far, the Francis living room fell even more silent as the sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed from the hallway. All eyes turned toward the doorway as John Francis entered the room, his imposing frame silhouetted against the dim light. Despite his advanced age, there was nothing frail about him. His sharp eyes swept over the assembled group with practiced authority, and the heavy wooden cane he carried
Eric West sat in the opulent study of his massive mansion, a glass of expensive whiskey resting in his hand. The room was a sanctuary of success, filled with dark oak shelves brimming with leather-bound books, a roaring fireplace casting a warm glow, and a sprawling desk that symbolized his empire over Western Steel... the largest steel company in Tekka.The whiskey burned pleasantly in his throat as he leaned back in his chair, savoring the rare moment of solitude. His world was built on control, precision, and calculated moves, few things rattled Eric West.And then his phone rang.The sharp sound shattered the peace and tranquility of the room. Eric frowned, setting down his glass and glancing at the sleek, high-tech device on his desk. Only a handful of people had this number.Deep down he wished he had turned off the damn device, but didn't since no one ever called him on it.He picked up the phone, and the screen displayed a single name.*The Dragon Duke*The blood drained fro
The morning sun cast long shadows across the streets of Hilburg as Lloyd and Lisa packed the last of their belongings into a single travel bag.The weight of the Francis family’s ultimatum loomed over them, but Lloyd’s calm demeanor gave Lisa a semblance of reassurance.“Are you sure about this?” Lisa asked, watching as Lloyd secured the bag to the back of the motorcycle. Her arms were crossed, and her brow dark with concern. “You know I hate bikes”Lloyd turned to her, his expression softening. “I actually didn't know that” he said gently, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.“But it’s the cheapest way to Montis... and I already got the bike, so trust me, you’ll be fine”Lisa hesitated, glancing warily at the sleek black motorcycle. The gleaming chrome and powerful engine didn’t inspire confidence in her, but the look in Lloyd’s eyes did.She sighed and nodded. “Alright, but if you do anything reckless...”“I won’t” Lloyd interrupted with a small smile. “Promise”Moments late
The room fell silent, the weight of his presence stifling.“I asked a question” Eric said, his tone sharp and impatient. “What is the meaning of this commotion?”"Who said you could start a fight in my office"Eric West’s piercing eyes swept over the office, his expression a volatile mix of anger and suspicion as the room remained silent.The CEO of Western Steel stood tall, his presence dominating the room as he surveyed the scene.The sight of his COO, Woodrow Taft, the disheveled guards, and the strangers standing in his office was enough to set his jaw tightly.“What.. I ask again” Eric said, his voice sharp and cold “is going on here?”Woodrow was quick to step forward, smoothing his suit as he gestured toward Lisa, Lloyd, and Grace. “These... individuals are trespassers, Eric” he said, his tone oozing disdain “They were just about to be removed.”Eric’s eyes narrowed, his gaze shifting to the strangers in question. Before he could speak, the door burst open, and more security
The sharp crack of the gunshot echoed through the air, freezing everyone in place. Lisa’s scream pierced the silence as Grace crumpled to the ground, clutching her side.Blood seeped through her fingers, staining the pristine pavement of Western Steel’s entrance. “Grace!” Lisa cried, dropping to her knees beside her friend. Her hands trembled as she tried to stop the bleeding. “Oh my God! No, no, no!” Woodrow’s hand shook violently as he pointed the gun toward Lloyd, his face full of rage and desperation “You ruined me!” Lloyd moved swiftly, evading the next shot as Woodrow fired again. The bullet whizzed past his ear, but Lloyd was already closing the distance.He ducked low, grabbing Woodrow’s wrist and twisting it with precision. *CRACK!* Woodrow let out a scream of agony as the gun fell from his grasp, following his broken arm. Lloyd followed with a quick strike to the back of Woodrow’s knees, sending him crashing to the ground. “You’ve done enough,” Lloyd said coldly, hi
Lloyd and Lisa stepped into the Francis family home, the hum of conversation and faint clinking of glasses drawing them toward the living room.The luxurious cars outside had hinted at something unusual, even more so the tons of security guards that stood with those cars, but the sight that greeted them only deepened their confusion.Standing in the center of the room was Edgar Numa, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit. His expression radiated smugness as he gestured animatedly, speaking to Lisa’s grandfather, John, and her parents, Harold and Eleanor.Around him were several other men, likely more his guards, stationed near the door.The table in the corner was laden with extravagant gifts... fine wines, golden trinkets, and even a sealed envelope that Lloyd assumed contained the promised contract.Lisa frowned, stepping forward. “What’s going on here?”The room fell silent as Edgar turned to face her, his smirk widening. “wow... I know we haven't met, but I just know you're Lisa”
Lisa sat on the edge of the couch, her head buried in her hands as tears streamed down her cheeks.The family’s rejection weighed heavily on her, and she struggled to steady her trembling voice.“How could you do this to me?” she sobbed, her words muffled “To us?”John stood by the fireplace, his wooden cane resting against his leg. His gaze was cold, unyielding “Because, Lisa” he said firmly “this isn’t about you... it’s about the family" John began."With the new contract, we have leverage like never before, if you marry Edgar Numa, we’ll secure even more wealth, even more influence, and even more connections, that man can elevate this family far beyond anything Simon could ever offer”Lisa’s head shot up, her tear-streaked face filled with disbelief “I don’t care about wealth or influence! I care about Simon... I care about what we’ve built together!”“You mean the contract you secured on your own?” Harold interjected, crossing his arms. His tone was cold and patronizing “Let’s n
I watched, from the tiny window of my closest, as my father, Anthony Bishop, stared down the barrel of gun, a look of pure defiance on his face.On the floor was my uncle Marcus, a man that was almost closer to me than my parents.He was killed earlier. I saw the man with the dragon tattoo smile wickedly, as he asked him “Any last words”“Run Lloyd, Run” were the last words my father spoke, as I burst out of the closet, running towards him.“NO!, DAD!” we're the last thing I said before the man pulled the trigger, and instantly, I was awoken from my nightmare.I placed a weary hand on my head as I panted heavily, my body drenched in sweat.I've had this recurring nightmare for the last 15 years, ever since I witnessed my family's massacre.Likewise, I always wondered what would have happened if I had tried to save my father that day, would it have made any difference?My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing.“Yes” I answered.“We found her Boss” said a voice on