Mr. Cranston POV:"Yes. Do that as soon as possible. More work more money. What you have can never be enough till it pumps steady." I said, into the phone."Thank you sir." the caller said. The call ended and I laid back in my chair feeling quite fatigued.The doorbell rang and my butler went to see who it was. After almost a second, my butler returned. "Sir, it's someone called Grenade that is here to see you." the butler informed a strange look on his face."Why are you making faces in front of me? Must you know every name in this world?" I asked the butler."So sorry sir." he apologized."Go and let him in. And don't repeat that mistake. People who come here are my business and not yours." I said."Yes sir. Thank you sir." the butler said and left. After a few seconds passed, the butler returned with Grenade and then left us both to talk."What are you doing here?" I asked Grenade."I heard you flew over to this place so I thought, why not give the big boss a little visit?" he answe
71*The next night*Devon POV:All around me were nothing but noisy men. They shouted and jumped and popped their champagne."Roco what is up with you?! Let loose and chill! Enjoy yourself!" Grenade said to me, his shouts merged with the loud music.I gave a brief smile only to show that I heard what he said and I started to move away from the crowd. The gang of seven men had just returned from a successful robbery and decided to celebrate immediately.I got out of the club and stood watching the dark sky. Not a moon or star in sight. I took in the fresh air and let it all out.I couldn't help but wonder... What did life have planned for me? Ever since I started my mission for vengeance, I have only been moving in circles.A hand touched my shoulder all of a sudden and I flinched. I turned to see that it was Grenade. Ever since I joined their gang he has been the only one talking to me. It's odd but I have no problem with it. I don't plan to have any close relations with any of them.
Mrs. Wilson POV: "I am sorry to inform you all but..." the lawyer hesitated to speak. "To tell us what?! I yelled at him. The lawyer flinched once the sound of my voice penetrated his ears. "The Will of your husband is nowhere to be found." the lawyer completed his words. "What?! What do you mean by his Will is nowhere to be found?!" I questioned in surprise. "Sir, I don't understand what you are trying to say," Tamira said to the lawyer. "Where the hell is my father's Will?! Is there something wrong with you?! How can you misplace such an important thing?!" Xavier shouted at the shivering lawyer. "S... Sir... Even I am surprised at the same level as you. I just woke up and poof! It wasn't where I had kept it anymore." the lawyer explained to Xavier. Xavier raised his hand to slap the lawyer but he froze and took control of himself. He brought down his hand and rubbed a hand on his forehead, "leave." Xavier told the lawyer. "Sir?" the lawyer questioned as if he didn't hear pro
"Sir, please! You do not know what you are doing!" the lawyer exclaimed. "Shut up! Who told you I don't know what I am doing?!" I said to him. The lawyer quickly held his lips closed with his thumb and index finger and waited in silence. "I already told you what I want," I said to him. "Where is my late father's Will?! Did someone pay you to hide or destroy it?!" I yelled. The lawyer could only shake his head in negative. "Then what?! What?! Tell me?! Where is it?!" I asked, quickly running out of patience. The lawyer mumbled something, still with his lips pinned closed with his fingers. "Let go of your lips stupid!" I ordered him. The lawyer removed his fingers and looked at me with nothing less than fear in his eyes, "sir please have mercy. Please, I don't know anything. The Will was either stolen or just lost somewhere in my house." the lawyer begged, only causing more anger to build up in me. I kicked him in the stomach and he fell to the ground and groaned in pain as he he
Mrs. Wilson POV: What problem my son suddenly had with me was something I couldn't put a finger on. How I wish I shot that stupid lawyer earlier, then that conversation would not have happened between me and Xavier.The moment I shot those cameras so precisely without even looking for them, I knew I had made a mistake. Damn it! That stupid Will got my thinking all jammed up. I looked over at where Xavier was and I knew that I had turned myself into a suspect in his eyes. That lawyer just had to say that. I helped Xavier clean up the mess and make sure we did not leave clues on the dead body. We left in each of our cars and arrived home at midnight. Once we entered, without a word to me, Xavier rushed into his room. I knew that my secret wouldn't last long at all. Shit! This is so fucking frustrating! I went up to my room and locked the door behind me. I went to the drawer in which I had hidden the Will and I unlocked it. I held the Will of my late husband in my hands and hate onl
75"After?! Did you just say after?! How on earth do you expect someone who we've put in jail, someone who we've treated like garbage, suddenly and without care, to give us all those riches?!" Xavier shouted. "Hey! I get that you feel offended by your discovery but do not forget who you are talking to! I am your mother and the first female head of our criminal organization for a reason!" I shouted back at Xavier. Xavier quieted down and paced to and fro in my room, "so what are we gonna do now?" Xavier asked me. "First of all, we need to find Devon. He must still be alive and somewhere out there. We were the first to discover the truth. Let us use it to our advantage." I said. Devon POV: *five months later*Five months have passed and a lot has changed, yet there is one thing that remains without an end. That one thing is my thirst for vengeance. Throughout these five months, I have undergone intense training under Grenade and the expert criminals he passed me on to. It's time t
The next day arrived and I was already up by five. If I was going to get the job then I had to keep punctuality in mind. I was just getting out of the bathroom when I heard some movement in my room. I stopped and listened for any sound that might convey its source. After a short while, the sound came again but a bit more silent. There was someone under my bed. I continued what I was doing and pretended not to have noticed anything. Just as I was looking through my wardrobe, a little breeze came behind my ear and I knew exactly what this person's intention was. With a swift movement of my leg, I gave Mustapha a kick in the balls. I heard him fall to the floor but I behaved as if nothing happened. "I told you to stay out of my room didn't I?" I asked Mustapha, without turning away from my wardrobe. "How did you know I was coming?" he asked me. I turned around in his direction and went on one knee, staring down at him, "you better improve on your ambush, or better still, don't tes
"Madam?" the security man said, unsure if he heard what he heard right. "You heard me. I said beat her up." Mrs. Wilson said, even though Tamira didn't understand what was happening but she did not react to the words of her mother. "Your daughter?" the security man still dared to ask. "You are fired." Mrs. Wilson said to the security man who replied to her with a look of shock in his eyes. "Hey, you." Mrs. Wilson called out to a maid who was only passing by. "Yes madam?" the maid answered as she stopped and came closer to Mrs. Wilson. "Go and get me one of my security guards." Mrs. Wilson said to the maid. "Yes madam." the maid said and left. "What are you still doing here?" Mrs. Wilson asked the man who she had just fired. Still unaware of what was going on, he turned and left without a word. Soon the maid returned with a different security guard, "here he is madam." the maid said. With a wave of the hand, Mrs. Willson signed the maid to go. "Don't make the same mistake as t