Oswald's leg connected neatly with the man's face, and the force behind the kick lifted him off the floor, and sent him crashing several meters backwards.The man landed in front of his fellow comrades and passed out instantly. Khalid had a look of disbelief etched on his face after watching Oswald knock his comrade out with a single kick in the head.The remaining two men hesitated to charge in for another attack, and they just stood there with their gazes fixed on their fallen friend.Khalid noticed the men weren't doing anything other than stand there like a bunch of cowards, so he voiced out angrily."What are the fuck are are you doing? Go take him down!" Khalid spat, his voice filled with anger. "After all, he's just one guy!" He added.Hearing the words of Khalid, the men regained their confidence. They shifted their gazes towards a table and grabbed a bottle.They smashed the bottle on a table and held the lower half that had a sharp end. Without wasting anytime, they charged
Edwin was placed in the ambulance gently and the nurses and doctors swiftly got inside so they can begin their journey to the hospital. Oswald also attempted to step into the ambulance, however, before he moved, he caught sight of one of the bullet of the men that had just attacked them lying there on the floor. He bent down and picked the bullet up to take a closer look at it. "What the hell?" Oswald exclaimed internally with his eyes widened after examining the bullet. He glanced at it for a few more moments before placing it in his coat pocket and got into the ambulance. The doors were shut and the ambulance drove off. The ambulance drove through the streets with its siren blaring, disturbing the whole neighborhood. After several minutes of driving, it finally pulled over in the compound of the hospital. The nurses and doctors swiftly got off the ambulance and brought out Edwin in the stretcher, and without wasting anytime they began to take him inside. They made sure th
"Are you now?" Herbert muttered. "Well, tell me, boy. Is it true you work for the Gambinos?" Herbert questioned.Hearing the question of Herbert, Noah's eyes widened slightly and his heart pounding in his chest."Listen to me, Mr Blackwood, it's not what you think." Noah swallowed heart with cold sweat trickling down his face."You came to me with a business proposal but you were secretly working for my enemy? What were you hoping to achieve in all of these? Eh?" Herbert questioned while straightening the long cane in his hand."Mr Blackwood, please hear me out." Noah pleaded. "Yes, I agree I am working for the Gambinos...but trust me I am not a member of their gang or get involved in their gang affairs." "I also heard you brought them along with you and they shot my son. But we will get to that part don't worry. For now answer this question.""Did they hire you so you can be feeding them information about us? Is that it?" Herbert questioned."No, sir! That's not the case. I only col
Birds chirping sounds could be heard as the morning sun rose, and the rays flickered into the room and shone brightly into Edwin's eyes. His eyelids lifted open as he slowly regained consciousness.After waking up fully, he glanced around the place in bewilderment as he tried to figure out where he was. After scanning the whole room he finally realized he was in a hospital."What the hell happened?" Edwin pondered internally with a slight look of puzzle as he scratched his sporting black hair. The last thing he remembered was him trying to help Oswald, and then he blacked out after hearing a loud banging sound."I was shot?" He wondered after noticing the bandage tied around his belly. The sound he heard before blacking out was that of a gunshot, and with the bandage around his stomach...it wasn't hard for him to connect the dots and realize what happened.As Edwin was busy with his thoughts, the entrance door of the room flung open and a man stepped inside. He was clad in a long bla
Edwin's eye widened slightly after hearing the words of Oswald, and a slight look of puzzle appeared on his face."What do you mean, Oswald?" Edwin blurted."Those men that attacked, they used these type of bullets." Oswald informed as he slid his right hand into his pocket and brought out a black bullet. He tossed the bullet towards Edwin who caught it swiftly and glanced at it.Glancing at it, Edwin could see two letters written boldly on it. "BW", which means Blackwood in full."That's our family's logo on it. I do not recognize the faces of those men meaning they are not working for our family. It means someone from our family hired them to attack us, and that person gave them that bullet." Oswald bellowed."And why do you suspect Marcellus?" Edwin inquired."It's just an assumption. I am not sure yet, though. But if I am to suspect someone it would be him. Marcellus." Oswald remarked. "Marcellus has always been arrogant and also paranoid, and I'm guessing he must have been jealo
As Herbert said those words, both Edwin and Oswald glanced at him in bewilderment. "What are you taking about, Father?" Oswald questioned with a puzzled expression. Hearing the words of Oswald, Marcellus swiftly shifted his gaze towards him and spoke up, "Yeah, Edwin was shot during the mission last night, right? Noah Sturridge came with the Gambino boys and they took us by surprise." Marcellus said swiftly. "I...I don't understand. What the fuck are you talking about?" Oswald voiced out. "Yeah, what are you talking about, brother?" Edwin chimed in. The words of the two brothers was now getting Herbert really concussed, and he just stood there in silence with no clue of what is going on. Marcellus's expression darkened as he moved closer to both Oswald and Edwin, and he gave both of them a death stare. Catching sight of the look on Marcellus's face, Oswald finally understood what was going on. He knew Marcellus must have lied to his father that Edwin got shot during the
After a few more minutes, Oswald pulled out his right hand from his pocket and removed the cigar in his mouth before speaking."Sending men after your own brothers, eh? That's very classy I must say." Oswald said. "And to be honest, I didn't see that coming." He added with smoke oozing out of his mouth."I don't know what you are talking about, Oswald." Marcellus mumbled as he lights a cigarette and took a puff. "Of course you don't know what I am talking about." Oswald said sarcastically. "You sent those guys after me and Edwin last night and Edwin ended up getting shot and you stand there telling me you have no idea what I am talking about?!""Edwin was shot during our mission last night, this all I know. And I also knosthat you hid in the fucking car like a coward." Marcellus said as he blew out smoke from his mouth. "Aren't you ashamed, Marcellus, eh? You were so jealous to the extent that your hurt your own family! What type of a monster are you!" Oswald voiced out. "Yeah, you
Two weeks after the shooting incident and Edwin was finally discharged from the hospital after recovering fully. His father sent two men to go pick him up at the hospital and drove him back till the Blackwood estate in their black Bentley..After a few moments of driving, the Bentley pulled over in front of the mansion and the driver stepped out of the car and opened the door. Edwin emerged from the car majestically and made his way inside.Walking into the mansion, Edwin was greeted with a slap on the head from behind, causing him to turn around. He saw a familiar guy wrap his arms around his neck and began to ruffle his hair aggressively."Welcome back, you bastard." Roderick greeted with his arm around Edwin's neck. "How are you feeling, brother?" He asked."Uh..I'm good. All good." Edwin affirmed."That's good." Roderick said. "Father needs us in the meeting room. He wants to inform is about something important." "Can't I pass? I literally just got back from the hospital." Edwin
Edwin swallowed hard before retrieving the gun and a bullet. He placed the long sharp golden bullet inside and cocked it the same way his father did before aiming it at the mannequin. His gaze fixed intently on the mannequin, his heart pounding in his chest, and cold sweat trickling down his face.He has never fired a gun before let alone a rifle like this one. But like they say, there is a first for everything.Edwin cocked the gun and placed a finger on the trigger, and his gaze fixed intently on the mannequin. He aimed for the chest before pulling the trigger.BANG*A loud banging sound echoed throughout the area, and in less than a second a hole was created below the mannequin's chest.Edwin let out a heavy sigh of disappointment after realizing he missed. Whoever, when he shifted his gaze towards his father, he saw a proud look on his face."That's not bad at all. In fact, it's a little too good for a first timer." Herbert commented."Really?" Edwin asked."Yeah. I remember when
Edwin walked out of the bathroom with a white towel around his waist,and he headed towards the wardrobe. He pulled the wooden door open and picked a pair of suit and white T-shirt, and without delay he wore it. Edwin combed his sporting black hair while glancing at the mirror, and when he was done he turned around and headed downstairs.Edwin made his way to the kitchen where Angela and her daughter, Betty, were busy preparing breakfast."Good morning, Mr. Blackwood." Angela greeted respectfully with her head bowed down. And Betty, who was standing beside Angela, had a big smile on her face after spotting Edwin."Good morning, Mr. Edwin." She greeted with a big smile on her face, and her head bowed down.Edwin stood there in silence, glancing at her with an expressionless look. Edwin knew Betty had a huge crush on the real owner of this body. She might have not admitted it yet, but the way she smiled and looked at him made it obvious that she actually liked him.She was probably afrai
Oswald pushed the entrance door of the dining room open and walked inside slowly.Stepping into the room, he saw Timothy Hardcastle and his concubines standing by a corner. The continuous sounds of gunshots they've been hearing made them shiver in fear, and their face was drenched in sweat."Timothy Hardcastle.." Oswald stated coldly, his gaze fixed intently on Tim who was standing there with his heart pounding in his chest and cold sweat trickling down his face."You know why I'm here, don't you?" He asked after a few seconds of silence.Tim swallowed hard before responding by nodding his head."Y-yes, I do." He muttered shakily, his voice laced with fear."That's good." Oswald remarked."Please, spare my life. I'll do anything you want. You..you want me to marry Julia? I'll marry her. Please, have mercy and spare my life." Tim pleaded shakily while shivering in fear."It's too late." Oswald replied as he pulled out the gun he had been hiding behind his coat and stretched it forward,
Oswald pulled the backdoor open and stepped into the mansion before shutting it. He glanced around the dimly lit area before making his way forward.The place he had just entered was dimly lit, and from where he was he could hear the sound of the commotion happening outside. Oswald advanced forward, making his way through the dimly lit hallway. He walked forward for a few moments until he finally arrived in front of a door.Without any delay he pushed the door open and went through it."Hey, who the hell is that?!" The moment he stepped through the door two men spotted him and they swiftly pointed their guns towards him."Oh, shit!" Oswald cursed out as he took a step back and closed the door. A second after the door was shut the men opened fire, shooting heartlessly at his direction.BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!Oswald hid behind the solid metallic door as the men kept shooting. The more they shot the more the door was slowly getting destroyed. They shot for a couple of minutes until they
Edwin walked back to his room after his discussion with his father. As he headed upstairs he couldn't help but think about the future ahead. Things were starting to get serious in his new life, and he had to be ready for it.After walking for a few moments he finally arrived in front of his room. Edwin pushed the wooden door and it creaked open, without any delay he walked inside and shut the door.Edwin took off his shirt and trousers before lying on his bed clad in only his white underwear, and his gaze fixed on the ceiling.He laid down there for a few moments with his head filled with thoughts until he finally passed out.Somewhere far away from the Blackwood's mansion, a shiny black car could be seen driving through the dimly lit street.Oswald was behind the wheel, and his expression was filled with anger and determination. He gripped the wheel tightly, his gaze glued on the road as he drove forward as fast as he could.After what seemed like forever, Oswald finally pulled over
"That was a long time ago,” Herbert interrupted, his deep, gravelly voice filling the room with an authority that silenced everyone. “The Hardcastles have likely strengthened their resources over the years. We can’t afford to act without caution.” Oswald’s jaw clenched, but he nodded. “Then let’s vote, Father. Those who want to make them pay, raise your hands.” He lifted his right hand, his eyes scanning the room as he waited to see who would stand with him.The room fell silent after he said those words, and everyone sat there with looks of contemplation on their faces.Oswald stood there, glancing around to see if anyone would lift their hands, but so far all hands were still down.A few moments later, a hand was raised, causing everyone to shift their gaze to the side and saw Edwin raising his hand above his head. Marcellus's expression darkened as he glared at Edwin. He would have loved to scold him and make him put his hand down, but after remembering the words of Herbert Blackw
Edwin yawned deeply, his hand rising sluggishly to cover his mouth as he stumbled out of bed. Each movement seemed to cost him a great deal of effort, his entire demeanor heavy with exhaustion. “I’ll be there shortly,” he muttered, his voice barely rising above a whisper, as if even speaking was too much to ask of him at this hour.Bridget watched him closely, her expression softening with worry. She tilted her head slightly, studying his face, the creases of concern deepening around her eyes. “Is everything alright, Edwin?” she asked gently, her tone as delicate as her gaze.“Why do you ask?” he replied, a note of irritation slipping into his voice as he cast a sidelong glance at her, his brows furrowing.“You seem… a bit off,” she continued, choosing her words carefully. “Stressed, maybe even troubled. It’s as if something heavy is weighing on your mind,” she observed, her eyes searching his face for any hint of what might be wrong.“I’m fine. Don’t worry about it,” he replied short
Oswald took a slow drag from his cigarette, eyes narrowing with a calculating glint. “Weapons delivery, eh?” he mused, turning his gaze toward Edwin. A dark, determined spark lit up his expression. “What do you say, Edwin? Up for a little robbery?” His voice held a cold, calculated edge.Edwin hesitated, meeting his brother’s intense gaze. The question hung in the air, heavy with the unspoken promises of violence and revenge.“What exactly do you mean by ‘robbery’?” Edwin finally inquired, his voice low and cautious after a tense moment of silence.“I want you to help me intercept and steal the weapons crates being shipped to the Gambinos,” Oswald replied, smoke curling out of his mouth as he spoke.Hearing Oswald’s plan, Edwin’s eyes widened in shock. “What?!”“Lower your voice, damn it!” Oswald snapped, his eyes flashing. Edwin quickly lowered his voice, his shock barely concealed.“What do you mean, help you steal the shipment?” Edwin asked in a hushed tone, his brow furrowed with
"And what exactly is that?" A deep voice cut through their conversation, causing both men to turn. Their father, Herbert Blackwood, approached with a sharp, probing gaze that demanded answers.Oswald instinctively took a step back as Herbert drew closer."Father," he muttered, his eyes meeting Herbert’s before shifting to Marcellus and Roderick, who stood just behind their father.Herbert’s gaze hardened as he looked at Oswald. "What are you trying to teach your brother? That he should be soft? He’s not a kid anymore, for crying out loud—he's an adult now! He needs to get his hands dirty because that's what the Blackwood family is about!" Herbert spat out the words, his tone cold. "I was a fool to listen to you and keep him confined to the legal business. From now on, he’ll be involved in both the legal and illegal sides of our work." His voice was final, each word punctuated with simmering anger.Oswald didn’t flinch. "I wasn't telling him to be soft, Father. I was saying he has a ch