He had to proceed with caution if he wished to succeed in this revenge mission. Even though he hated them so much and only wished to kill them, he had to be patient for a while and play it smart.But would he be able to control himself when he is in the same room with the same people that made his life miserable and also killed him?Edwin stood there for a few moments before walking back to his desk and picked up the telephone. "Send them in." He ordered before disconnecting the call and placed the telephone back on the desk.Edwin straightened his suit and sat down with his arms folded as he expected them. He glanced at his wristwatch, and a few moments later, the entrance door flung open and two individuals stepped inside.It was a man and a woman, and when Edwin caught sight of them he recognized them instantly.The woman seemed to be in her early forties. She was clad in a green suit and a green hat on her head. Her face was heavy with make-up, and a green handbag was held in he
Somewhere in the city of Newcastle, a hotel could be seen standing tall. The compound of the hotel was filled with cars, and people could be seen entering and leaving the hotel.Inside one of the hotel rooms, a woman could be seen lying on the bed with sheets covering her naked body, and beside her was a naked man.Both individuals were sweating and panting heavily...it was obvious what happened between them and what caused the panting.The young man laid down there for a few moments before rising up and began to wear his clothes. Seeing that, the woman swiftly got up and wrapped her body with a white towel."Where are you going, Tim?" Julia Blackwood questioned, her face fixed on the man known as Tim."As you can see, Julia, I'm leaving." Tim responded while wearing his trousers."You promised to spend the night with me here. You also promised to come see my family tomorrow morning. So why are you leaving now?" Julia questioned audibly."Are you kidding me? You want me to come see a
Edwin glanced at him for a few moments.. Oswald was the only family member Edwin liked. The way Oswald did everything to protect him back in the bar just made him like him the more. Even though they aren't really brothers, Edwin was starting to see him as his own brother."Yeah, I trust you, Oswald. And...I will help you." Edwin affirmed.A huge grin appeared on Oswald's face after hearing the words of Edwin, "That's good. So, here's what I need you to do for me...""I'm sure you know about the man named Noah Sturridge who is secretly working for our father and helping him spy on the Gambinos. Noah feeds him with information about what the Gambinos are up to, and since I am no longer welcome in the family meeting I won't know what information Noah brings back after spying on the Gambinos.""So now I want you to be my own personal spy. Whatever you hear during the meeting you come and tell me everything. I want to know every single detail about what the Gambinos are planning and come u
Oswald's expression darkened as Anita’s words reached him. His right hand shot out, clamping tightly around her neck. Her eyes widened in fear, but before she could utter another word, Oswald hoisted her off the ground, her legs flailing beneath her as she struggled to breathe. His grip tightened, fingers digging into her skin, her face rapidly turning a bright red. "If my sister doesn’t make it out alive," Oswald hissed, venom dripping from every word, "I’ll burn this entire fucking hotel down—with everyone inside." His voice was low, controlled, yet menacing. Anita clawed at his hand, her breaths shallow and erratic as his fingers crushed her windpipe. He held her there for what felt like an eternity, the weight of his threat hanging in the air like a death sentence. Only when her struggles became faint did he let her drop, her body collapsing in a heap at his feet, coughing and gasping for air. Without another glance at her, Oswald turned and stormed toward the staircase, his f
The morning sun rose, its warm rays piercing through the window of the hospital ward, landing directly on Oswald Blackwood's face, stirring him awake. He blinked away the sleep and rubbed his eyes before shifting his gaze to the bed where his sister, Julia, had been resting. She wasn’t lying down anymore.“You’re finally awake. Good morning, brother.” Julia's voice came from the corner of the room. She was sitting in a chair, puffing on a cigar, her face partially obscured by a cloud of smoke.Oswald sat upright, his body tensing as he stood and hurried toward her. “Give me names, Julia,” he demanded, his voice sharp and commanding.Julia exhaled slowly, her eyes narrowing as she took another drag. “Names? What are you talking about?”“Don’t play dumb with me!” Oswald’s frustration was palpable. “I need the name of whoever did this to you. And don’t lie to me again.”Julia’s lips curved into a faint smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “There’s no name to give, Oswald. I told you,
"Didn't notice anything different about Mr. Edwin, mother. He looked the same, acted the same," Betty remarked as she stepped into the kitchen, her eyes fixed intently on her mother, Angela, who was meticulously preparing breakfast with a focused expression.Angela, her mother, paused momentarily, her hands still as she turned to face Betty. Her gaze was sharp, full of thought."Are you sure?" Angela asked, her voice tinged with doubt, her brows slightly furrowing as if she was trying to find something beneath the surface of her daughter’s words."Yes, I’m sure. I didn’t see any difference from the Edwin I knew before I left. I really think you’re just overthinking this, mother," Betty replied, her tone calm but slightly firm, trying to dispel the tension brewing in the air."No, Betty, I don’t think I’m overthinking at all. I’ve been watching him for some time now. The way he talks, the way he moves—it’s not the same as before. And just yesterday, he asked me for coffee with extra cr
“What is it you want to discuss, Oswald? You know full well that Father banned you from family meetings, yet here we are, gathered because of you. Are you trying to provoke him, or what?” Marcellus spat, his voice dripping with disdain.“Father only banned me from meetings where business and other matters are discussed. I called this gathering to address something more personal—it concerns Julia,” Oswald replied, his tone steady.“What happened to Julia?” Roderick inquired, a hint of worry creeping into his voice.“I got a call yesterday from a hotel. They said a girl was found unconscious in her room. She was injured by the man she arrived with. That girl... is Julia,” Oswald responded, his voice heavy.The air in the room thickened, and the family members exchanged wide-eyed glances of shock and disbelief.“Julia?” Herbert Blackwood blurted out, his voice laced with concern.“Yes, Father,” Oswald confirmed with a solemn nod.“What happened to her? Is she all right?” Herbert demanded
Noah took a slow sip of his whiskey, cleared his throat, and began. "As you all know, the leader of the Gambino gang is a man named Santino Wayne, the only son of Mr. Maguire, who died a few years ago during a dispute.""Yes, Noah, we’re well aware," Marcellus interrupted, his impatience cutting through the room like a knife. "You mentioned that in the last meeting… or was it the one before? Just get to the point. Tell us what you’ve heard from them recently.""Don’t rush the poor guy, Marcellus," Roderick interjected, his eyes focused elsewhere, not bothering to acknowledge Marcellus’s frustration."Don’t rush him?" Marcellus snapped, the tension palpable. "Time is not on our side!" His words lingered, but Roderick remained unphased. Marcellus’s temper flared. "And you better watch how you speak to me!""Enough! Both of you, stop!" Herbert Blackwood’s voice boomed through the room, silencing the confrontation in an instant. Marcellus bit his tongue and fell silent. Herbert’s sharp ga