Joe kept running despite knowing that his chances of escape were slim. But then, a twist of fate happened. The door burst open; and a group of men rushed him, giving Joe the chance to put a few distance between him and the men. When he got outside, he rushed to his car. He was about to step inside when he heard footsteps. Immediately, Joe crouched behind his car, his breath shallow and his body tense. The faint glow of the overhead lights cast long shadows across the cracked asphalt the sound of approaching footsteps was getting closer, and this made his heart pound in his chest. “Check over there,” a gruff voice barked from somewhere close by. Another voice chimed in, “You take that corner. I’ll check this side.” Joe pressed himself tighter against the side of his car, every nerve on edge. He could hear the men moving methodically, their boots crunching on the gravel, searching for any sign of him. “Anything?” one of them called out. “Nothing,” came the reply. “He mu
Joe followed John closely behind, his curiosity growing at each step he took. “Can you at least tell me what’s going on?” Joe said in a low voice.“You are going to see it soon.” That was the only word John said. He remained quiet as they climbed the grand staircase and walked down a hallway that Joe rarely ventured into. At the end of the corridor, John pushed open a door, revealing a small, state-of-the-art security room filled with monitors, control panels, and blinking lights.Joe stepped inside and looked around, amazed. “I never knew this part of the house existed,” he said, taking in the sleek setup. John smirked. “Not surprised. You don’t strike me as someone who likes to explore.”“You’re right,” Joe admitted, running his hand along one of the counters. “I haven’t even visited most of the estate.”John gestured to one of the screens. “Well, this is where the magic happens. Come here.”Joe moved closer as John clicked a few buttons, pulling up a series of surveillance feeds
Joe stood still, watching as the figure moved further away, during that moment, John brushed pasted him. “Come on, buddy, you can’t give up now!” John said. “I just need a minute to catch my breath,” Joe said. He relaxed for what felt like minutes. Then he scrambled to his feet, trailing behind John and the security guards. The figure sprinted toward the main road, weaving between parked cars and pedestrians who yelled in surprise. John appeared from the other side, cutting off the man’s path. "End of the line!" John yelled, his voice echoing through the street. The figure hesitated, glancing around for an escape route. His chest heaved as he weighed his options. Then, in a last-ditch effort, he turned and dashed toward an empty lot on the edge of the road. "After him!" Joe yelled, and the chase resumed. They pursued the figure into the lot. The man stumbled slightly but kept moving. Suddenly, a loud whistle pierced the air. One of the security guards, who had circled around
“You’ve been in here all morning!” John said as he entered Joe’s father’s study. He glanced around at the clutter of old papers, notebooks, and ledgers Joe had spread across the large oak desk. “I’m looking for answers,” Joe replied, not bothering to look up. His hands sifted through another pile of documents. “I have this feeling in my gut that these threats are bigger than Aaron. There’s something deeper going on here.” John leaned against the edge of the desk, crossing his arms. “Alright, tell me—what have you found so far?” Joe exhaled heavily, holding up one of the letters. “These threatening letters—they’re too identical. Same handwriting, same style, the same words.” He placed the letter down and rubbed his temples. “Aaron couldn’t have written these. He wasn’t even born when the first ones were sent to my dad years ago.” John’s eyes widened. “So you’re saying... Aaron’s father could be behind this?” Joe shook his head. “I don’t know. I’ve been trying to find some kind of
Joe tried to steady the plates in his hands, but as he took a step forward, everything came crashing down. This was the third time he had broken the plates this week, but it wasn’t his fault. The slippery tiles in the kitchen area and his shoes, which were slowly falling apart, were to blame.“Joe!” The sound of his name being called made him turn back sharply. His eyes landed on his boss, Mr. Smith.“You fucking bastard!” Mr smith yelled as his hands moved towards Joe’s cheeks, hitting him across the face. “How many times have I told you to be careful, huh?”Joe tried to defend himself, but at that moment, he felt another slap on his face, harder than the last.His face stung, but not as much as the pain he felt as he took a step forward. He had stepped on a piece of the broken plate, and it penetrated his shoes.Joe swallowed the pain, turning to look at his boss. “I…I will clean it!” He said.“You better hurry up. People are waiting for their orders.” Joe nodded his head, watchi
Joe's head throbbed, his arm aching from where he’d fallen.“Joe, Joe, stay with me,” a familiar voice cut through the haze. It was Lisa, one of his co-workers, kneeling next to him. “We’re getting you to the hospital. Just hang in there, okay?”Joe blinked, trying to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. His whole body felt heavy. Moments later, he was being lifted onto a stretcher, the paramedics barking quick instructions as they wheeled him out of the restaurant.***At the hospital. Joe was placed in an examination room, where the doctor quickly assessed his condition.“Looks like you’ve had quite the fall,” the doctor said, shining a small light into Joe’s eyes to check his pupils. “Thankfully, nothing’s broken. You’ve got a nasty gash on your arm, but it’s nothing a few stitches won’t fix.”The doctor continued. “That applies to your leg, too.”Joe tried to sit up, wincing as pain shot through his arm. “Am I gonna be okay?”The doctor nodded. “You’ll be fine. Just a few stitc
Joe sat on the edge of his worn-out couch, staring at his phone, still stunned by the unexpected money in his bank account. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. How could there suddenly be a huge sum of money in his account?His hand shook as he dialed his bank’s customer service number. The automated voice guided him through the menu, and finally, after what felt like an eternity, a representative picked up.“Good evening. This is Sarah from Bank Services. How can I assist you today?” a voice said.Joe swallowed hard, trying to find the words. “Yeah, um, I—I have a question about my account. I just checked my balance, and there’s more money in there than there should be. I don’t know where it came from.”The line went silent for a moment as the representative likely pulled up his account details.“Okay, Mr. Turner,” Sarah said after a moment. “I see what you’re referring to. It looks like a deposit was made into your account earlier today.”“But who made the dep
Joe stood at the platform; the next day, the cold wind brushed against his face, making him pull his jacket closer around his body. The train was about to arrive any second.He glanced at his phone to check the time and realized he was on schedule.Just as he was about to step forward, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He frowned, pulling it out. Jerry’s name flashed on the screen. ‘Odd,’ he thought. Jerry never called him out of the blue like this. Joe swiped the screen, bringing the phone to his ear. "Hey, Jerry, what’s up?""Joe... Joe, man, I—I’m in trouble." Jerry said.Joe stopped in his tracks, the noise of the incoming train fading from his attention."Trouble? What do you mean? Where are you?"There was a pause, followed by hurried breathing on the other end of the line. "I’m good tangled in some serious shit." Jerry stammered.“What shit?” Joe asked in a hurried tone."This gang…” There was a long pause after this, and Joe could hear his heart skip a bit.“What gang?” He