WRATH OF ELIJAH WEST

NO GAMES, JUST YOUR IDENTITY

Elijah was short of words because they refused to come out. Daniel was the last person he’d expected his card to be with, despite the feud that went on between both of them. He clutched his fist and his face morphed into a frown he had nothing to hide anymore. He did not need the pretense, his cover had been blown.

Amidst all of these multiple could-be, Elijah wondered also if Daniel had discovered his true identity of being the heir to the biggest family in all of Georgia. And what does he stand to gain?

“I see you must be shocked about where these came from, but not to worry yourself, it is something you don’t have to be concerned about,” Daniel said, resting on the wooden chair he sat on, and folding his arms. His aura was like that of a policeman waiting for a criminal to confess his crimes, and then shoot him off.

Elijah was far too aware of the deceptiveness of Daniel and had prepared himself mentally for what to expect from him, he was ready to take on everything Daniel