WRATH OF ELIJAH WEST

TROUBLE FOR THE HEIR

“What do you want with me? We can settle this amicably, the easy way,” Elijah said in an undisturbed tone, his voice as calm as a silent river. He took little steps backward, while his predators got closer to him sandwiching him right in the middle with no space to move for him. “Hard way it is,” he whispered and made the first shot.

He threw a fist into the face of the biggest of them staring at him. His fist, thundered on the big guy’s face, knocking him out cold.

The three guys left were shocked and enraged simultaneously, as they beheld their strongest man kiss the road’s dust. They charged at Elijah immediately, little did they know that the heir of the West empire, or the foolish son-in-law of the Greene family as people know him to be, is a black belt holder of three martial arts types.

He bashed and thrashed them like they were nothing. To the ordinary man, his heavy predators would have been too much of a problem to face, but to Elijah, it was nothing short of a cakewalk.