As Edwin turned around , he came face-to-face with his father, Herbert Blackwood. Herbert stood with an imposing presence, his well-tailored suit and stern demeanor embodying the gravitas of the Blackwood patriarch. The aging man’s dark eyes surveyed Edwin with a mixture of concern and disapproval.
“Edwin,” Herbert said, his voice deep and commanding. “Why are you so late?” Edwin felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He had hoped to avoid a confrontation with his father, but it seemed that fate had other plans. He took a moment to steady himself before responding. “I’m sorry, Father. I was delayed. The youngest daughter of the Moretti family decided to give me a tour of their mansion.” Herbert raised an eyebrow, a flicker of interest momentarily crossing his face. “A tour? I wasn’t aware that you were there to make social calls. I assume it was a worthwhile visit?” Edwin nodded, trying to keep his voice steady. “Yes, it was. The Moretti mansion is quite impressive. But I understand that time was an issue.” Herbert’s expression softened slightly, though the underlying concern remained. “Very well. I’d like to speak with you about something important. Please come to my office.” With that, Herbert turned and began walking towards his study. Edwin followed, his mind racing as he tried to anticipate what business might require his immediate attention. The two men walked in silence through the opulent halls of the Blackwood estate, the grandeur of their surroundings a stark reminder of the responsibilities that came with their status. Upon reaching Herbert’s office, a room lined with rich mahogany and adorned with an array of impressive artifacts, Herbertmotioned for Edwin to sit. Edwin took his place across from his father’s imposing desk, feeling the weight of the conversation that was about to unfold. Herbert settled into his leather chair, the seriousness of his demeanor evident as he clasped his hands together. “Edwin, there’s an upcoming business opportunity I want to discuss with you. We’re considering a partnership with the Sturridge family.” The mention of the Sturridge family sent a jolt through Edwin. The name resonated with a painful familiarity that he had hoped to avoid. His mind flashed back to the face of Noah Sturridge—the man who had been involved with his wife, Katherine, and who had ultimately taken his life. The anger surged within him, but Edwin fought to maintain his composure. He could not let his emotions betray him, not now. Herbert continued, oblivious to the turmoil brewing in Edwin’s mind. “The Sturridge family is a significant player in the business world. Noah Sturridge, the head of their family, is known for his acumen and influence. This potential deal could be quite lucrative for us, and I want to ensure that we handle it correctly.” As Herbert spoke, Edwin’s thoughts were consumed by a mix of anger and disbelief. The man who had caused him so much pain was now a potential business partner. It was almost too much to bear, but he forced himself to listen, focusing on Hector’s words. “The Sturridges have a strong portfolio, and this venture could open up new markets for us,” Herbert elaborated. “I need your input on how we should proceed and whether you think the partnership will be beneficial.” Edwin’s blood was boiling, but he kept his voice steady. “I understand, Father. I’ll need to consider the details before giving a final opinion.” Herbert nodded, seemingly satisfied with Edwin’s response. “Take the time you need. I trust you to evaluate the potential and provide me with your thoughts. This is a critical opportunity for the family.” As the minutes ticked by, Herbertoutlined the specifics of the proposed partnership, detailing the expected benefits and the strategic advantages of aligning with the Sturridges. Edwin’s mind, however, was clouded by the knowledge of Noah Sturridge’s past actions. The rage and sense of betrayal he felt were palpable, but he knew he had to mask these emotions carefully. Finally, after Herberthad finished his lengthy briefing, Edwin took a deep breath, gathering the courage to speak up. “Father, I’ve been thinking about this proposal, and I have some concerns.” Herbert looked up, his expression attentive. “What concerns do you have?” “It’s about the Sturridges,” Edwin began, choosing his words with care. “While they may seem like a promising partner on paper, I believe that their family may not be as worthy of our association as it appears.” Herbert’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Not worthy? Why do you say that? They have a strong reputation and a significant influence in the market.” Edwin forced himself to remain calm, masking the fury that simmered beneath the surface. “It’s just a gut feeling, Father. I’ve looked into their business practices, and there are some aspects that seem questionable. I think we should proceed with caution.” Herbert studied Edwin closely, his eyes narrowing as he tried to gauge the sincerity of his son’s concerns. “What kind of questionable aspects are you referring to?” Edwin took a moment to compose himself before responding. “There have been reports of inconsistencies in their financial dealings and some troubling rumors about their management practices. It’s nothing concrete, but it raises red flags.” Hector’s expression remained skeptical, but he nodded slowly. “I appreciate your honesty, Edwin. If you have reservations, it’s important to address them. I’ll have our team conduct a more thorough investigation before we make any final decisions.” Edwin breathed a sigh of relief, though the anger within him had not entirely dissipated. He knew that revealing the full extent of his feelings was not an option. The truth about Noah Sturridge—the man who had orchestrated his demise—was a secret he had to keep buried for now. “Thank you, Father,” Edwin said, standing up from his chair. “I’ll be sure to provide any additional information if needed.” Herbert gave him a nod. “Very well. I expect a detailed report once you’ve completed your review. And Edwin, remember, the reputation of the Blackwood family is paramount. We must be diligent in our decisions.” As Edwin left the office, his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The revelation of the Sturridges as potential business partners was a cruel twist of fate, but he was determined to navigate the situation with the grace and control expected of him. He wandered through the familiar halls of the Blackwood estate, reflecting on the tumultuous events of the day. The anger he felt towards Noah Sturridge was overwhelming, and the prospect of dealing with him professionally was an unsettling challenge. Reaching his own quarters, Edwin closed the door behind him and allowed himself a moment of solitude. He paced the room, his thoughts a chaotic storm. The reincarnation as Edwin Blackwood had brought with it a new set of responsibilities and challenges, and dealing with the man who had wronged him in his previous life was a heavy burden. He knew that he would have to remain vigilant and strategic in the days to come. The business dealings with the Sturridge family would not be straightforward, and he would need to tread carefully to avoid making any missteps. But for now, Edwin resolved to keep his emotions in check and focus on the tasks at hand. As he prepared for bed, Edwin’s thoughts lingered on the complex web of deceit and betrayal that had entangled him. The night was long, and the challenges ahead seemed daunting, but he was determined to confront them with the strength and resolve befitting the Blackwood legacy. The following days would be crucial in determining the course of the Blackwood family’s future, and Edwin knew that he would need all his wits and determination to navigate the treacherous waters of business and personal vendettas. As he drifted off to sleep, his thoughts were filled with both the promise and the peril of the journey that lay ahead.Marcellus and Roderick Blackwood sat in the back of their sleek black car, the leather seats and polished interior a stark contrast to the grim task ahead. The city lights flickered through the windows as they made their way through the bustling streets, heading towards the racetrack where Mr. Ernest, the owner and promoter of the upcoming match, awaited their visit.The car’s engine hummed smoothly, but Marcellus’s mood was far from calm. He was still seething over Lucas’s unexpected intervention earlier. He had never expected his younger brother to speak up in such a significant way, let alone propose a solution that seemed to have gained the approval of Herbert. Now, Marcellus was determined to rectify what he perceived as a slight against his own status and authority.“Why did Father have to send me with Roderick?” Marcellus muttered, his voice laced with frustration. “He could’ve sent Oswald instead.”Roderick, ever the stoic companion, simply shrugged. “Julia was busy, and Fathe
The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder as Marcellus and Roderick huddled behind the pillar, their hearts pounding in their chests. The car, once a symbol of their family's wealth and power, was now a perforated wreck, the glass shattered and metal twisted by the relentless barrage of bullets.Marcellus glanced over at Roderick, whose face was set in a grim mask of determination. "We need to move," he shouted over the din, trying to keep his voice steady. "Get to the side entrance of the building. We can find cover there and figure out what’s happening."Roderick nodded, his eyes scanning the area for the best route. “On my mark, we move,” he said, his voice barely audible over the continued gunfire.Marcellus took a deep breath, gripping the pillar tightly as he prepared for their next move. “Ready,” he said.The two men sprinted from their cover, darting across the open space as bullets whizzed past them. They reached the side entrance of the building, their footsteps ec
The Blackwood estate loomed ahead, its imposing silhouette illuminated by the security lights that cast long shadows across the driveway. Marcellus and Roderick, both still reeling from the night’s chaos, made their way up the steps and through the grand entrance. The familiar grandeur of the estate did little to ease their nerves; the threat of the Gambinos was a weight that pressed heavily on their shoulders. Inside, the house was abuzz with activity. Security personnel moved with purpose, their expressions a mix of vigilance and concern. Marcellus and Roderick were greeted by their father, Herbert Blackwood, who was already waiting for them in his office. Herbert, a man known for his commanding presence and strategic mind, looked up as his sons entered, his face a mask of calm. Marcellus stepped forward, his face etched with the stress of the evening. “Father, we need to talk. There’s been an attack.” Herbert raised an eyebrow but didn’t seem overly concerned. “An attack? Sit
The next morning.... The Blackwood estate, a symbol of grandeur and authority, awoke to a new day, but the echoes of last night’s violence lingered. In the breakfast room, sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the opulent surroundings. The long table, covered in fine china and gleaming silverware, seemed almost serene in contrast to the turmoil that had unfolded. Edwin Blackwood sat at one end, his expression inscrutable as he methodically ate his breakfast. He was preoccupied, his mind still grappling with the shock of the previous night and the weight of the decisions to come. Herbert Blackwood, the patriarch of the family, entered the room with a measured pace. His demeanor was calm, but the sharpness in his eyes betrayed his awareness of the gravity of the situation. He took his seat at the head of the table and surveyed his family with a composed but stern look. The room fell silent as everyone settled into their places, the usual morning chatter
As the sun set, Herbert called for a meeting at his office and only invited Marcellus, Oswald, and Edwin. The three men walked to the office and shut the door."Father." Marcellus muttered, his gaze fixated on Herbert Blackwood who sat behind his desk with a cigarette in his hand."I already sent a message across to Noah Sturridge. I asked him to meet us at the Stanford abandoned parking lot for a meeting about the business he proposed." Herbert informed, smoke oozing out of his mouth."That's good. We will head there and abduct him. He won't suspect a thing." Marcellus spoke up."No, you are wrong, Marcellus. Noah works for the Gambino. I don't know what role he has in the Gambino gang, but as long as he works for them they will always have his back. And now that we are inviting him for a meeting the Gambino might want to escort him. And we all know if the Gambino gang is present there and we try to capture Noah there would be trouble." Oswald remarked, his voice audible."So, what a
The three men stepped out of the mansion in their black coat and suits and bowler hats on their heads as they made their ways to the black Bentley waiting for them. They got into the Bentley and Marcellus sat in the driver's seat. The rest of the men got into a tuck behind the Bentley with guns in their hands."Is everything set?" Marcellus questioned as he placed a pistol in his belt and loaded his Thompson gun with bullets."All set. Let's go." Oswald affirmed.The engine was started and they drove off instantly. The cars drove through the dimly lit deserted street as they made their ways towards the abandoned Parking lot. They drove for several minutes until Marcellus pulled over in the middle of a street and shifted his gaze towards Edwin who sat behind him."This is as far we can go. You will have to get to the parking lot by foot to avoid any suspicions." Marcellus declared.Edwin nodded before pushing the door open and stepped out of the car."Remember to stall him by talking
"What's with all these questions, boy? We are here to talk business and not who I'm working with." Noah voiced out, anger evident in his voice."You see, the gang you are working with are our enemies. And we don't do business with our enemies." Edwin remarked, maintaining the same calm tone."What are you talking about? If you don't want to do business with me why then was I invited here?" Noah questioned.Before Edwin could reply, the whistle of Marcellus was heard from behind which made both of then turn around. Turning around, Noah saw for men black suits and coats, with hats on their heads, emerge from the shadows and made their ways towards him.They were all armed, and the looks on their faces were fierce."We scanned the whole area, he came alone." Marcellus informed as he walked towards the duo."What's going on here?" Noah voiced out in a demanding tone, and his heart racing."We didn't invited you over here to take business, Noah. We know you work with the Gambinos, so we I
Hearing the words of Marcellus, Herbert's eyes widened in shock and he shot up from his seat."What do you mean he was shot?" Herbert voiced out, his voice filled with anger and concern."Calm down father, Edwin is okay. We rushed him to the hospital and the doctor said he is going to be okay. So calm down." Marcellus affirmed, and a slight look of relief appeared on Herbert's face. "Tell me what happened. Tell me everything and leave nothing out." Herbert demanded as he sat down on his seat."When we arrived at the parking lot Edwin went to meet Noah just like we agreed. However, when he got there two men hidden in the shadows came out of hiding instantly and shot him in the stomach. They were Gambino boys. I alone had to charge in to protect by brothers. I alone defeated both of them." Marcellus narrated."That's very brave of you." Herbert commented after hearing the words of Marcellus, and pride evident in his eyes. "I'm proud of you, Marcellus." He added."That's what happens wh
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
Roderick’s lips twisted into a cruel smile as he yanked Maguire’s head back by the hair. "I see. Then I guess killing you and burning this place to the ground will send Santino a nice message—don’t ever mess with the Blackwoods."He turned toward Edwin, who stood silently by the door, eyes fixed on the scene before him."Here, Edwin," Roderick said, extending the blood-soaked dagger toward his brother. "Take this. Finish the job."His voice was cold, devoid of emotion, as if he were asking Edwin to perform a menial chore rather than take a life.Edwin swallowed hard, his throat dry as his brother’s words echoed in his mind. Cold sweat trickled down his face, and he remained frozen, his heart pounding in his chest."What’s the matter, Edwin? Don’t tell me you can’t do it?" Roderick’s tone was laced with contempt as he stared at Edwin, who stood several meters away. "This man just tried to kill us. He’s our enemy, and he deserves to die. So stop being such a coward and take care of him!