“This shadow is something that would set me free from the emptiness I have felt right from the very beginning of my life,” Daniel continued, desperation set in his voice, “don’t think you can play anymore of your tricks on me, because it will not work.” “Then fire on. You are better off shooting me now, like you did the other day, no matter how hard you try, I won’t say a thing.”Daniel steadied his revolver on Elijah, and grinned elfishly, “Who is the heir of the West Empire?” he asked, ignoring Elijah’s bold faced stare.At this moment, the question did not catch Elijah by surprise, knowing fully well from the crumbs that the integrity of his identity has been compromised. He braced himself for what would seem like his final moment. The Truth. “If I told you who it was, your mind would still be mediocre enough to doubt it, let us just leave it at where it is now,” Elijah said, displaying no iota of fear or trepidation. “It is not my mind that would doubt it. It is only
Elijah chuckled louder with a muffled voice, “You got the wrong guy, and your foolishness finally knows no bounds,” he muttered, and yelped in pain as Gusto pinned his head harder to the table.” Daniel stroked his chin, slightly taken aback by Elijah’s sheer confidence amid challenges, or maybe he was not challenging enough for the supposed heir.He lifted his finger, and asked Gusto to return Elijah to his initial position, and then continued dropping nasty body shots on Elijah, tearing him apart rib by rib, until Elijah could take no more of each punch, and then fell to the ground. “I always get what I want, Elijah, and it is either you do what I want or you suffer the worst death imaginable,” Daniel said, lowering to Elijah’s eye level. His haughty eyes glistening with rage inflicted more pain on Elijah’s mental personality than every one of his punches combined. It was only the beginning of Elijah’s nightmares, as their mind continued to traverse through a dozen unimagin
The last thing Elijah wanted to hear was having to let go of Haylee. It was his worst nightmare coming true, given the attachment he has grown for her, and the feelings that have started to develop for her.He refused to imagine what would happen to her if he decided to save himself and sign those papers, it would make no difference. He nudged the feeling, choosing pain over temporary comfort. “You better kill me now,” he said in a muffled voice, with his face stuffed through the hard mahogany wood of the table, “I am not signing any of those.”The tussle of signing and not had been going on for four hours, and neither of the men was ready to yield to the stubbornness of the other. Elijah seared into his, an unending desire to see the Greene family burn to the ground, but first, with the fall of Daniel Greene.Daniel landed another strong punch to Elijah’s face on the table and shook off the pain he felt on his knuckles. He’d never had to punch anyone in the face, except Elijah. Hi
“What were you doing just now,” Daniel said, trying to get a mental picture of how fucked he was. “I can never be stranded.” “You… you are pretty fucked,” Hank scoffed and chuckled aloud.Daniel thrusted his fist into Hank’s gut, “Maybe you just answered my question, you fool. I always get what I want.”Hank’s eyes were filled with rage, as he was restrained by the people he called his men, his eyes darting at Gusto and only thought of a way to make him pay for his betrayal. As threats flew across the warehouse, tensions got high, and only the toughest of minds can get it done. Nobody knew what to expect next, including Daniel, his fear was something he’d thought to be simple, but his history with Elijah always outsmarting him at every turn of the way would not let him have his peace. Daniel took a full six minutes to strategize his next point of action, strolling outside the warehouse, leaving Gusto and his minions with his captives, with Elijah not showing any sign of yieldi
Two officers walked into the Greene mansion with their noses tingling. it was an alien occurrence in the Greene mansion, as they seldom visit, only on occasions where something foolish has been done, just like every other situation.Daniel had not returned home when the police visited the mansion, pulling by a relaxation bar first, cooling his mind and gathering his thoughts. His emptiness was starting to grow without limits, knowing no bounds as he downed bottle after bottle, hoping it would take the harsh truth of reality away, and possibly renew him. “A complaint has been filed that Mr. West has been missing, or to be more specific, has been kidnapped by a member of your family,” one of the officers said, his eyes darting around the luxurious grandeur of the mansion. It was Dorothy who happened to attend to them as she was the one with the least duty, aside from staying home and being the home dog. She was at first confused by the request of the men in uniform, “there is no
“T-the police?” Daniel said with a stammer, his eyes wide open like he had just seen a ghost or heard the screams of a zombie. “The police were here?” All eyes turned to Daniel with his sudden reaction to Dorothy’s information, and the unusual fear skittering all over his face. Haylee in particular, squinted her eyes, and could not but imagine the worst. “You got a problem with it?” Haylee deadpanned.He regained his composure, and cleared his throat, “Why would I? I don’t even know why they are here.” His words betrayed his voice, but it did not matter, as long as he was able to fool them. “Why were they here?” Mrs. Greene asked, facing Dorothy with sheer curiosity. “Someone made a report that a member of this family kidnapped Elijah,” Dorothy answered, her eyes still obvious that she was keeping out more details than she ought to reveal. “Ridiculous! Who made such a report?” Daniel retorted immediately, looking sideways. “I don’t know about that I was wonderin
He remained at a standstill, hoping that his grandmother was not talking about what he did. She knew him better than anyone else did. His weaknesses and inability to keep a perfect lie were not strange to her, and for that reason, she forced him to spill the beans. “I know you did it for us, but where is he?” She asked one final time, building on the damage her first set of questions had done to him.Daniel swallowed his lies, “If only you knew who he is,” he said subtly, and then voiced out, “I never intended for it to get worse.” “I know that. Where is he?” “Grandpa’s old warehouse outside the city,” he mentioned, his face down at the table.Mrs. Greene could not conceal her dissatisfaction and disappointment in Daniel, however, getting everything out of him was what proved to be the most important thing at the moment. If the police were on to them, she has to keep them off their tails. Her image is seemingly worth more than just a fool who ruined her birthday. “Since
“What do you think we are going to do now?” Elijah whispered to Hank as they were tied side by side to each other. After Daniel departed from the warehouse, each minute was as if they awaited their deaths, living on a string. They only lived on hope and hope could only last them a little while. Individually on their own, they thought of means that never saw the light of the day but only expired in their minds. However, Elijah’s ruptured ribs only allowed him to think as far as his pain relieved him. He felt more pain than he was able to devise a plan. It was left to Hank. “Give me time,” Hank said, one of his eyes swollen and about to close. Elijah might be a blackbelt martial arts fighter, but he has never suffered as much pain as he did with Daniel, compared to Hank who’s been in worse beatdowns than the ones Daniel subjected him to after his departure. All he needed was just a single strand of life for him to hang on to continue living, and that was all. He required little