The bartender, a boy in his middle twenties trembled staring at Richard, “I-I don’t u-understand you, sir,” he said, his lips trembling as he remained pinned on the slab. Richard squinted, pressing his hand on the bartender’s neck, “now tell me what happened to him,” he said with his voice silky and calm but evoking danger. “I only did what I had to do… I don’t know what happened to him after that,” the bartender sputtered shutting his eyes deep like he had seen a monster, then coming to the realization of how much he had revealed in a short amount of time. Richard’s face relaxed, and he loosened his grip on the bartender’s neck, “what do you mean?” he asked, then took his hand away from the bartender, allowing him to get up on his feet. The bartender began with a deep sigh, “Some guys gave me one hundred and fifty bucks to call him when your friend was about to leave yesterday,” he answered, then gulped a cupful of saliva, trying to avoid Richard’s cold stare. “I-I don’t know
After a rough and bumpy eight-hour drive outside town, Daniel finally reached the warehouse he instructed his mercenaries to take Elijah. “Finally got you, son of a bitch,” he muttered to himself as he got down from the car. His heart only wanted to see Elijah groveling at his feet and begging for his life, and then he would look into Elijah’s eyes and tell him about how it feels to be rejected by the people you love and expected them to love you back but be treated like shit.He rehearsed I his head how he hoped to start his introduction when he finally met Elijah. “I told you I always win.” “Who do you think is boss now?” “I am the one who owns your life.” While he could not seem to get his thought to find a less awkward thing to say, Elijah’s expectancy spiked to the peak. Elijah had mastered the basic plan of the warehouse but only awaited the arrival of his owner before he could execute his glorious plan of escape. His eyes darted around the abandoned warehouse and then pee
“I’m sorry,” Hank apologized and stepped backward for Daniel to take over haunting Elijah with words. Eliijah’s face froze, seeing Daniel was dressed in a green suit and a white round-necked shirt revealing himself as his owner. His eyes bulged out of their sockets, still unable to believe his eyes. “What in heaven’s name is he doing here? Is he the one?” he thought to himself. Of course, he is the one. He realized how much Daniel hated him and wanted him gone out of their lives, he wondered if Haylee knew about Dnaiel’s actions and was in support of it.The hatred the Greene mansion had for him was not hidden from the very first day he got there, however, it got worse the moment he gained his memory. Each day he lived having to pretend to be a fool was a torture that put him through the wringers of pain and agony. It was then he felt the sting of each insult, each scolding, each beating, and each moment unable to talk back hurt more.His eyes reddened with tears and rage, if
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
The complex seriousness Daniel bore convinced Elijah of what was really going on. Elijah calmed his nerves and looked at his hands. Would Daniel really shoot him in the hands and legs? He was not ready to play any more games either.However, the question of his identity was something he was not ready to give an answer to yet. It would require his life, and that was something he would not do or offer.Daniel, running out of patience, picked up the gun and cocked it, ready to pull the trigger, “Answer me now before you become crippled in the next minute.” “You definitely don’t want to do this, Daniel. You don’t have it in you,” Elijah responded Daniel’s threats with what he thought was a brave talkback, until Daniel decided to show him it was not a mere bluff. “You have no idea the things I want to do, most especially to you,” Daniel said, and shot Elijah in his feet, “I want to tear you into a million pieces if that is possible.” Elijah screamed as the pain reached his brain fa
Daniel missed the first shot, sand before he could fire the next, Hank interrupted and veered his aim away from Elijah’s direction. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” Hank said in a scolding tone, restricting Daniel from making another attempt.Daniel repelled Hank’s hold, but could not seem to overpower the lanky short man, “let go of me, you moron,” Daniel squealed, and pushed Hank away from him.Elijah at first, tried to make a run for his life, but his injured feet would not allow him, all he could do was to crawl away from the scene. Daniel fired multiple shots at Elijah when he had the slightest opportunity to be free from Hank, but missed again, before Hank finally kicked the gun out of Daniel’s hand and seized it. “What do you think you are doing?” Hank said, keeping the gun away from Daniel.Daniel, his face reddened and sweaty, took off his suit and left his white round necked shirt, clenched his fist and prepared for a fight with Hank, “give me the gun or
“Do you think you are the owner of what is in your hand?” Richard said over the phone, stalking Corey until he reached the turning of a lonely alley.Before Corey could turn back to see who was behind him, Richard hit him with a powerful right hand. “You told me you saw nothing. You told me you knew nothing.” Richard kept on hitting Corey, breaking his nose and almost all part of his face. “I-I swear, I was just about to call you,” Corey said in defense of himself, crawling on his butt as tried to get away from Richard. “You were about to call me… is that so?” Richard pulled Corey up by the collar of his shirt, and pinned him to the wall, “the phone has been with you right from the very moment I walked into that door in the morning, isn’t it?”Corey nodded negatively, shutting his eyes out of fear, “please don’t kill me. I only wanted to know why it was important…. And…” “Sell it? Why must you always be a crook,” Richard relaxed his voice and released his grip on the boy
“Richard Morgan, it never gets old to listen to your voice,” Hank said with fear in his voice but still able to disrupt Richard. “And all this year I thought you were dead you filthy motherfucker,” Richard responded holding the phone tighter to his ears, “why must you always be a pain in the ass to me?” Richard’s face morphed into a grimace that was backed with a thirst for something beyond just a feud, it was something that echoed years of an unhealthy relationship fueled by hatred and anger. “And here I am thinking you broke out of jail. What a turn of incidence life can throw at us, isn’t it?Richard paused, then looked into the sky and turned back at Corey, “How did you go from working for one of the most prestigious security companies in the nation to becoming a worthless kidnapper?” “The same way you were too weak to take action when you had the opportunity to shoot me on sight?”Hank’s words flooded Richard’s head with memories of the night he lost everything he work