“We come in peace,” Dickson said. He exchanged a knowing glance with Idris. In the next second, he drew out his blade from his holster, and Idris drew out his gun. They did it so fast that the men didn’t see it coming. Dickson’s knife went straight to the man standing behind him; he slit his throat, killing him instantly. Dickson didn’t let go of the man—he used him as a bulletproof shield, attacking the man who aimed at him. Idris wasn’t left out. He had shot the man behind him in the head and the one standing as guard at the main door—he shot him in the forehead. Right now, he was in a fistfight with the other two as Dickson took on the remaining two men. He successfully shot down one of the men, hitting him directly in the head. He turned to face the other man, only for the man to throw a punch at his face. Idris gritted his teeth in fury. He raised his fist and it met the man’s forehead, sending him flying. His back hit the wall, and he dropped to the floor unconscious. Bu
CHAPTER 17RED HOTEL ROOM 205 The smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled the air as three men sat on their separate chairs. The ashtray was covered with already burnt cigarettes. One of the men sitting on a couch crashed his cigar on the ashtray in front of him letting out a chocked laughter as he leaned back on the couch. He had a viper tattoo on his neck running into his forehead. He wore a versace robe with versace slippers. His teeth were gold with the gold chain round his neck, giving him the gangstar vibe. His eyes were completely red due to how much smoke he had consumed. He is Logan, the one devika is hunting tonight. Sitting separately from Logan is Dexter dragon, Idris pray.
IDRIS CASTLE Inside a red room, lined with plush red carpet, stood Idris and Dickson. He held a pistol in his hand, checking it out, while Dickson picked up the knives. He was more skilled in combat and using knives. The walls of the room were lined with shelves, each used as a weapons hanger. Guns, knives—name it—they were all present. “You sure you don’t need anything else other than that pistol?” Dickson questioned, his gaze sweeping from Idris to his knives. Without replying, Idris holstered his gun into the shoulder holster. He wore a suit jacket to cover the holster. “You done packing?” Idris asked instead. “Yeah,” Dickson answered. “I am starting to think. Matthew called you, right?” Dickson questioned. “Yes, he did,” Idris answered with raised eyebrows. “He told you the Haram girl… or what’s her real name again?” “You mean Devika?” Idris questioned. “Yes, the Devika. Matthew said she emailed him saying she won’t come to work today—that was what you said,”
IDRIS CASTLE 9:PMIdris sat out sitting by the pool, his legs were inside the pool a roll of weed between his lips as he took a drag and puffed the smoke out. He rarely smokes but today, the news He heard. He couldn't just get his head round it. He had a diamond chain round his neck and it sparkled, reflecting the light shining from the pool. It was night time already but he still stayed outside, after all the castle. was encrypted. Nobody can break in or leave without his permission. He stared at the sky for a while, wondering what he had done to deserve such cruelty from the universe. Not only did he watch his mother die, but now he just found out that his sister is dead. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn't let them pour. He darted his gaze from the sky and focused on his laptop that was beside him. He reviewed a message from Matthew and clicked on it, but it was an award invitation. He completely ignored it without replying and went on his search, he went to his chart with
The car pulled up into the parking lot. The back door opened and Devika climbed down from the car, the driver came down from the front seat. They didn't exchange words before Devika walked to the elevator. She entered and he entered after her, the door closed behind them. Devika pressed the button on the fifteen floor, the elevator started moving. The driver cleared his throat, trying to start a conversation. Devika exudes this kind of aura that can make anyone fall to their feet and plead for mercy. She wasn't even staring at him but he felt somewhat uncomfortable, he gulped before gathering the courage to speak."Can i at least know your name?"He ask. Devika glanced at him before turning her glance ahead. She almost rolled her eyes before speaking. "Haram. Haram Barley"She answered. He nodded. "I am James" he introduced. "Lame"Devika muttered but he heard her. He tilted his head to her at once. "Did you say something?"He asked. Devika completely ignored him. The elevator stopped
Idris laughed and leaned back on his chair. His free hand rests on his thigh as he stares at Ivan. The sight of seeing Ivan fight for his life was better than anything he has experienced in a while.The laughter died the same way it came, Idris leaned forward, his unwavering threatening gaze on Ivan. "A piece of advice. Start digging your own grave cause the moment i get my hands on you, i will inflict all the pains you cause me, my mother and my sister in three folds on you Ivan."Idris Spoke. Enunciating each word. Ivan cleared his throat after nothing happened to him. His lips spread into a mocking smile, a cocky laugh left his throat. The urge to strangle him at that moment was overwhelming. Idris was barely holding on, he wanted to kill Ivan but he knew this wasn't the right time, he will wait till the moment is right. "You think you will be able to find Harley, she is long gone. The last time i heard of her was the day i sold her,"Idris taunted regaining his confidence. The