Oswald could be seen sitting down in the bar, and sitting opposite him was Salma.The place fell silent after Oswald was done with his words, and Salma just sat there glaring at him in silence.After a few more minutes of silence she raised a question, "You need my help with what?" She asked, her tone was calm yet serious.Oswald leaned forward and placed his hands on the table, "I want you to use your family as a bait." He said audibly.Salma's eyes widened slightly after hearing the words of Oswald, "A bait? What do you mean?" She blurted out in shock."If I give you this drug your horse will definitely win the race. Winning the race will attract the attention of a lot of people. Several families will definitely place their bets on your horse in the next race after his incredible performance in the race.""Your family's name will be on every illegal newspapers and that alone will fetch you a lot of supporters. However, there is a certain gang who wouldn't like that. They are called
"It's the only way, Salma. This is our best shot. You are my best shot that's why I came to you personally." Oswald replied."Does your family even know about this plan of yours, Oswald?" Salma questioned, glancing at Oswald suspiciously.Oswald remained silent for a few moments after hearing the question of Salma, and he just sat there blowing smoke. After a few moments if silence he finly responded."My family is the reason why I am doing this. My father kind of banished me from the family after hearing the lies of my elder brother, I am only doing this to get him to accept me back into the family. I am sure he will understand that it is for the good of the family, nothing more." Oswald replied."So, you mean Herbert Blackwood has no idea you are going to make his horse lose the upcoming races?" Salma blurted."No one but you knows about this plan." Oswald affirmed. "So, what do you say, Salma? Do you agree to cooperate with me to take down the Gambinos? Or will you decline and keep
The early morning sun rose and the rays flickered into the room and shone brightly into the eyes of Edwin, causing him to wake up from his slumber. He got of his bed and stretched his body while letting out a loud yawn. Edwin walked to the window and glanced outside. The compound of the mansion was already filled with the Blackwood's workers going about their daily activities. Even though it was still early in the morning, the men were already busy with work. Edwin stood there for a few moments before heading to the bathroom. He had his bathe and wrapped a towel around his waist before stepping outside. Stepping out of the bathroom, Edwin flinched slightly after catching sight of a lady standing beside his bed. "Good morning, Mr. Edwin." She greeted respectfully with her head bowed down. "Good morning, Angela, how may I help you?" Edwin inquired after recognizing the face of the Lady. She was the family's helper. "Your father asked me to inform you about work today. Yo
Edwin got into his car and drove off instantly.The shiny black Bentley drove through the bustling street of Newcastle, and after a few minutes of driving he pulled over in the compound of the company. Edwin pushed the door open and stepped outside majestically before glancing around.The compound was filled with luxurious cars, and wealthy people in suits could be seen walking around here and there.Edwin straightened his suit, took a deep breath in and out, before walking towards the main building."Good morning, Mr. Blackwood.""Good morning, sir.""Good morning, Mr. Blackwood."As Edwin advanced forward, the workers that saw him bowed their heads and greeted him respectful. Edwin grinned as he watched each and everyone bow down to him as he walked forward."I don't think I'll ever get used to this." He pondered internally with a smile as he finally stepped into the building and walked towards a woman sitting behind a counter.The woman, who was busy working on her computer, saw lo
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
Oswald noticed Edwin wasn't shocked after hearing his words, and his face remained emotionless."You are not surprised?" Oswald asked with a slight look of puzzle."Why should I be when I already know it was you?" Edwin replied with a question. "You weren't in your room last night. You left the mansion, and the next day Timothy was announced dead. It's not hard to connect the dots." He added."I see. So does anyone else know I left the mansion last night? Or is it just you?" Oswald inquired."The maid and her daughter do." Edwin responded."I see. I'll take care of them later." Oswald stated."When you say you'll take care of them you don't mean kill them, do you?" Edwin asked, his eyes widened slightly in terror."No, I won't kill them. What kind of monster do you think I am? I will just speak to them and make sure they don't spill." Oswald responded. "But that's not important right now, Edwin. I told you that because I will be needing your help tomorrow night.""What do you need me
Everyone in the room turned to face Herbert Blackwood after hearing those words, and a slight look of puzzle evident on their faces. But none of them argued as they all exited the room, leaving just Oswald and Herbert in the room.Oswald was standing across the room, his hands tucked in his pockets, and a cigar was in his mouth. While Herbert stood by the entrance door, and his gaze was fixated on Oswald."You know why I'm here, don't you, boy?" Herbert asked, his voice laced with anger."What do you mean? I have no clue why you are here, father. Care to enlighten me?" Oswald replied in a calm tone as he pulled out his cigar from his mouth with two fingers and puffed out smoke."Sure you do. Sure you do." Herbert stated as he began to advance forward. He halted his steps directly in front of Oswald and tossed the letter he got from Pepe on the floor."Pick it up and read it!" Herbert ordered.Oswald glared at him for a few months before bending down and picking up the piece of paper.
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