I arrived at the party which was already in full swing by the time I got there. "You finally made it. I was doubting if you would come at all," he added as he approached me. "How could I ever miss it when my manager just won't get off my back about it?" I replied. "Meet Alberto Del. He is your opponent for the upcoming match this Saturday." my manager said as he gestured me towards a man in a suit who held a wine glass in his hand. "Ah, Jason. It's nice to finally meet you." Alberto Del said to me. We shook hands with each other, "Good that I can see what will be your past face by the time I beat you to a pulp." I replied to Alberto Del. Our hands parted from the shake, "I like your confidence, my man. It's too bad it's not going to last till when you enter the ring." Alberto Del said to me. We both looked at each other, all smiles, but with a hidden fury in our eyes. Alberto had somehow managed to maintain his championship for two years but he should be ready for me. I'm the o
I sat down and began to think but no idea came to mind on what to do. "Maybe there is the help we can reach?" Alex said. "Who?" I asked. "I don't think the authorities can do anything about this," I added. "Not the authorities but Mr. Cranston," Alex said. "What? Who the hell is that?" I asked Alex. "He used to be our rival in the mafia but turned into our partner. I think he can help. I'm sure he still gates our mother and will do anything to bring her down." Alex explained. "No-no-no Alex. I do not want to get involved with a gang." I instantly said. "Even the thought of it is horrible. This could turn out very bad for us." I said. "Do you have any better ideas?" Alex asked me, his arms folded across his chest as he waited for my answer. "No." I hesitantly replied. "Which means we are going with my idea," Alex said. To that, I remained silent. Alex came closer to me and put his arms around me, hugging me, "don't worry Tamira. Everything is going to be fine." he said to me.
Roughly a minute later, I received a text on my phone. It had the plate number of the person's car. I sent it to one of my agents who specializes in that area of expertise and along with the text that she should send me the location of that person. I entered my car and sat in it waiting for a response. It didn't take long before a reply came in. I was surprised to see all the details about the car owner. He was a boxer called Jason and a very wealthy one at that. I felt strange when I saw his picture. I felt like I had seen him before. I zoomed in on his face but it only became a blur. I checked a different picture which had a clearer view of the boxer's face and after a while, I finally recalled where I hate seeing him. He used to follow that Devon around that time when he was poor nobody. It's been a while since I last saw this face and I'm sure it's been a while on Devon's part as well. Wow, wow, wow. So now I must go to his place and retrieve Tamira. I put my phone aside and p
100I suddenly remembered last night that I picked up Tamira Wilson from the roadside when two men were harassing her.I looked up at Mrs. Wilson, "You left your daughter there on purpose didn't you?" I asked her.Mrs. Wilson rolled her eyes, "I wouldn't do that to my daughter. Now Tamira... Hmm... I would very much do that." Mrs. Wilson replied to me."What are you trying to say?" I asked her. "That is none of your business. Don't poke your nose where it doesn't belong." Mrs. Wilson warned me."I don't have your daughter. You might as well get out of my mansion while you still can." I said to her as I pushed a red button under my desk to alert my security men."You know Jason, I see a lot of potential in you. And I don't think it will let it go to waste so easily. You remember Devon don't you?" she asked me."So what?" I asked her and she smirked and had a cunning look on her face, "But does he remember you?" Mrs. Wislon asked me. To that, I stayed in a silent and empty state.We use
Mr. Cranston took some time to think before he could answer Alex's question, "I was the one who sent him into your home. If your mother had found out his identity then it means she also found out I am the one who sent him. Now my thought is, what have I got to lose?" Mr. Cranston replied."Can you help us get him out?" Alex asked."Only because he's the best I've got." Mr. Cranston answered."Thank you, sir," Alex said to him. "So what is the plan? What are we going to do?" Alex asked Mr. Cranston."You and two men from my group will sneak into the mansion and get him. Since you lived there that means you must know or at least have an idea of where he is being kept." Mr. Cranston explained to me."There is something else," Alex said to Mr. Cranston."What else?' Mr. Cranston asked him. "It's my sister Tamira. She cannot be safe if she stays with me. I need her to stay here." Alex answered."What?!" I explained and it came out like a scream. "You know how dangerous this is Tamira. And
Jason POV:The moment that Mrs. Wilson said that she would take over taking Devon upstairs, I got angry about it. However, I composed myself.I had promised myself that I would not go down the road that my friend Devon fell into and that is exactly what I will stick to. She thought me to be a very stupid person. How could she think I wouldn't notice anything strange with Devon? I knew his weakened body wasn't out of being beaten up or tortured.As I lifted Devon's head, some of the particles of the substance that was used on him showed themselves. I recognized it immediately I got a small whiff of the smell.That substance had been used against me in the past before an important match that I had. Mrs. Wilson came back down and I saw her put a bunch of keys in her pocket.Luckily for me, I was able to see which room she entered and all that was left was for me to get the keys from her."Your service is not required as of now." Mrs. Wilson said to me."Why are you having problems showin
I snuck passed them silently and found myself at the front door. The door was locked and I couldn't think of any other way to get in. I went around the mansion and spotted a window that was low enough for me to climb through and get inside. With much struggle and effort, I climbed through the window, and there I was, now in a room. Luckily for me, it was not a locked room. I came out of the room and started to look for the room I had seen Mrs. Wilson walk into before. It took me ten minutes to find and with every passing minute, I feared the more for Mrs. Wilson's return. After getting into the room, I was very disappointed to find that there was no one in it. Oh shit! All this had been for nothing! I slammed my fist at an object in anger and to my greatest surprise, there came an opening which I discovered, led to a secret room as I went into it. The room was dark and I had to turn on the torch of my phone to see where I was going. Was I going to find Devon here? I soon found a l
The time came for the switch and I was left to wait for Mrs. Wilson. Twenty minutes had passed and she had not come. "You are wasting your time. Why would she still want me when she was the one who abandoned me in the first place?" Tamira said to me. "Shut up girl!" I yelled at her and then took out my phone. I dialed Mrs. Wilson's number and placed my phone on my ear as I waited for her to answer the call. Mrs. Wilson still didn't pick up or call back even as this was the fourth call I was making to her. "I told you that this is a waste of time," Tamira said. "Release me immediately! What you are doing is called kidnap and I hope you know that! As soon as this is all over, I am going to expose you and your gang to the police!" Tamira threatened. "Best of luck. Now shut up! I am trying to think here!" I said to Tamira. Just at that very second, Mrs. Wilson appeared from nowhere. "I am here," she said. "What took you so long to come here? You fixed the time yourself." I complain