"Are you really this simpleton, Broderick? When did you start taking other people's problems so serious? No Broderick, no! I can't let you lose your right sense in time like this ok. There's no way I'm gonna let that happen, you're not going anywhere. In fact, I've had enough already; I can bear no longer. Up! I'm getting out of here this minute!" the words burst from Susan in an angry rush. She rose from her seat, grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the exit door hastily in the hospital lobby. "Relax ma'am, I know what I am doing, trust me. I totally understand how disappointed you are towards me. But believe me, she really needs my help. I'm disclosing this little secret to you because I trust you, listen here, just pretend like you know nothing about this and no-one will know that I'm gone. You're my last hope and I might double your reward when I return home to my father please. You're the best nanny that I can entrust the life of my father in her hands."Ordinarily, Broderick
The day ends and the dreary night begins. Already, it was now approaching days and still there was no sign of her anywhere around the neighborhood of Herbiscus in its entirety. Now, Broderick was so concerned about the fact that he might go bankrupt should he continued with his stay in the Hotel Herbiscus. Just the few couple of days he had spent there and he could guess that his account was overdrawn beyond half the amount of money in it. He had to check out in other to go and book a less expensive hotel right in the other side of town; the seemingly ghetto area down the street off the highway, where he could afford it's bill at ease. Though had many worries already before now, yet he was not afraid to do as he pleased in this unfamiliar territory; and each noon day, after a nap he did take it upon himself to stand in the balcony with pleasure to watch the large crowds of people that are trooping in and out of the city garden park - anchor hood. And especially in the evening, that pu
A complete change of life became desirable. But it was never about safety. Joker was hunting Freya by all possible means this time. And when a news cut across from the country side about the lady Freya and the young man Broderick, on their way back from Herbiscus; it didn't marvel him too much because he'd lingered long enough for that day to come. He wanted her to die and that he considered to be the best part of the headline news, right in front of the newspaper article. Those anticipation was like a labour pains all over Joker now. Since this was taking long and she seemed to be obstinate not willing to retreat or surrender. Now the mafia lord has taken it upon himself to wipe off her mother and her younger brother in just a matter of days. In other words, he will have nothing to worry about anymore and he wish to do it all by himself. Besides, Freya's family has been taken from the million dollars mansion to be hidden in the bayou, where no-one can find them. Just one call he woul
They looked down at the entrance when Freya first noticed something suspicious on the doorknob. The scene enlarged; the windows open with the curtains hanging out on it. Though Broderick didn't care to notice that since he was kinda keen to meet his father. She also thought it most prudent to come home with him; even though she appeared a little bit puzzled and uncomfortable, another accidental meeting with one of the hunting gang was possible, and, in her present state, would be dangerous. Apparently, he seemed to be tempted by every thing and swayed by half a word, probably judging from what might happen again if he wasn't considered to be a prodigal son before Natasha and the lady Freya. A spontaneous smile emerged and soon faded away when Freya went to the door hastily for amusement, dropping off the luggage by the door post. - Much could not be hoped from the traffic of even the busiest time of her life. - Both of them giggling and acting like a weirdo. Could it be a happy endin
Literally, after that particular visit dawn a new day of strong feelings; the game was set up, and it was all about money, power of influence and to take a sweet revenge. Apparently, a line of battle between them and Bob Joker, and another line of love has also been drawn out for the very first time; amidst this chaos their hearts continued to flourish stronger and stronger by each temporary challenge. It all appears like they have recently developed a deep likeness for each other, and that deep likeness was no doubt growing up into a tree of true love. Thank goodness they got a lift from his house down town to lodge else where. It seemed likely to be safe out there. Freya was seated with arms folded under her breasts chest on a purple colour pyjamas, and as calmly as possible walked back to the bedroom, expecting him to grab her at any slight moment and make love to her. Instead, he simply laid down there motionless in white singlet and a pair of jeans gazing into the ceiling; proba
Busy and angry as Mr Murphy was, however, the lonely father was yet able to shew a most happy countenance on seeing his son again, with such a beautiful young lady standing beside him. Perhaps, it worth the risk if nothing else matters to him about this Freya. He chuckled softly as though he couldn't dare to show any signs of animosity towards them; he contrived that she should be seated next to him; and was sufficiently employed in looking out the best gingerbread that he'd baked to entertain them. Soon both father and son got separated from each other deliberately. Mr Murphy actually want to know more about this young lady by all possible means. She perfectly agreed with him; and after walking together so long, and thinking so much alike, Freya felt herself so well acquainted with him, that in no time she could hardly believe it to be only their first meeting. He was not exactly what she had expected; less of the man of the world in some of his notions, less of the spoiled kin
Two days later, it was a mild day. Freya woke up feverish and it appeared like she'd malaria. Her hands were shaking just as she tried to accept the cup of coffee from Broderick. She drew back as a falling sensation came over her, catching her by surprise. She'd never suffered from depression or malaria before - but then she'd never been exposed to such a life style before, either. Their meal actually lacks the proper diet most of the time; because it seem like they've gone bankruptcy now. Even Mr Murphy's comfort was amply secured at this point. Broderick paused momentarily when he saw her, then continued toward her. She managed to fix a smile to her face, even though her heart was racing and her treacherous body was already threatening to melt down at the mere sight of him. He said nothing as he stopped right in front of her observing something else, but his pale eyes were busy searching her face - warily, she thought. Now he heaved a soft sigh and bowed his head thoughtfully, the
The old house of Mr Murphy could be probably safe after the attack which actually led to the death of Natasha, but they didn't bother to go back there anymore. Freya was obviously afraid of the place, which was reason enough. Besides, it was vaguely possible that Joker and Casanova had already know that place and they must have positioned some of the hunting gang as watchdogs around the corner. The dealership owner had also told them their names. The half hour after the murder of Natasha had been a trying times when everything happened too quickly and it was as if life was still flashing before the eyes of Mr Murphy; even the memory of that fateful evening remained bright in some parts and hazy in others, and it was indeed possible that those killers haven't completely finished their mission. Of course, they will definitely come back until they get what they want. This killers are running a check from time to time around the neighborhood. Broderick have to get something very importan