Todd clutched onto his drink, glaring at the sparkling drink in it as he sat at the counter of the bar. It had been a bad day. It was bad enough that he had to kill his best friend the night before and now, Mike and the others had found the men who helped in the abduction. As expected, their retribution wasn't nice. Todd had excused himself from facing them, fearing the possibility of them pointing fingers at him. His uncle surely would do his investigation if all of them start to blame him for everything.
Honestly, things had been going from bad to worse for him ever since they had come back to live in the mansion. Todd had hoped to see the day that Frank finally fell out of his father's favour. He was certain that Frank couldn't do it right. However, it looks like he had help from his loyal men and had gone far enough to impress his father.
Days passed. Todd worked with Frank and it seemed to everyone that finally, they had managed to overcome their differences and work together as a team. Frank let him work with him since he believed that if he was sincerely sorry about his previous actions, he deserved a chance to let him prove himself. Nonetheless, Frank didn't let his guard down and Todd knew it. Hence he tended to be extremely careful with everything he did.Todd didn't contact Oswald on his private number, fearing that his call and messages might be intercepted. They barely spoke, and when they did it was via email.It became a normal routine for them to work in the office and the shed together. And as days passed by, Frank started to feel comfortable around him. However, Jennifer was still sceptical about him."Why don't you buy her a phone? Then she could contact you easily right?" Todd suggested as they stood at the shed side by s
With a frantic heart beating in her chest, Jennifer stared at the three men. Frank was gawking goggle-eyed at her painting. His father was simply stunned. Todd too seemed to be in shock. Jennifer smiled nervously, not knowing what meaning she was supposed to derive from their reaction. Was it bad? She didn't know. Was it good? She sure hoped so. Inhaling deeply, she glanced at her painting. The starry sky and full moon were perfectly illustrated in the background. Frank's mother was smirking at them and the moonlight seemed to gleam on her face. Jennifer had painted her exactly how she had seen her in the picture. She couldn't possibly have gone wrong anywhere, right? "What do you think?" She asked anxiously.&n
"You are acting like a teenager who is about to ask his crush out on a date," Todd mumbled as he watched Frank check his reflection out for the nth time. "I am….I mean, I am taking her out for the first time. And I love her," Frank ran his thick fingers through his hair. Rolling his eyes, Todd leaned in his seat. Todd had suggested Frank come to his room to get ready while Jennifer got dressed in his room. "This is the first time you are taking any woman out on a date," Todd mumbled. Frank glared at him, making Todd laugh. "Face it cuz. All you did in the past was use women for sex!" He chuckled. Frank smirked. "Well, you aren't any better," snickering, he replied. "Well…. I did try to date at first, didn't I?" Todd shrugged. Frank nodded. Todd had dated a girl for over a year while they were in college. However, she broke up with him on the day of their graduation
"Drop your gun, Gotham," the masked attacker pressed the tip against her skin, as he ordered. Frank's gaze shifted from her face to the attacker behind her. Jennifer watched in horror as Frank slowly lowered his weapon."I said drop it!" The attacker grumbled.Holding up one hand in surrender, Frank slowly crouched down to keep his Glock on the ground.Just then another masked man ran towards Frank and aimed his gun at his head. Frank and Jennifer knew that they were now at an advantage. However, if they could stall them until Mike arrived they could still escape.Snickering, "is this your girl?" The attacker who held Jennifer taunted.Frank narrowed his eyes one him.&
Jennifer undressed in the bathroom and carefully inspected the bruises on her body. A print of his fingers was on her left boob and abdomen. They were red and blue. She bit her lower lip and furrowed her eyebrows. "These will look worse tomorrow." Wincing, she traced the marks. "Ouch," she whispered. "What will look worse tomorrow?" Frank's voice startled her. She had forgotten that the door wasn't closed. Frank most probably heard her speak to herself. She didn't have to say anything. His eyes dilated when he saw her bruised body. His gaze focused on the marks on her chest and stomach. His forehead creased as he sauntered over to her. His gaze didn't leave the marks the attacker had left on her. Swallowing the accumulated saliva he touched her reddened skin. He must have held onto her with all his might, for it to bruise like that. "I'll kill him," gritting his teeth, he traced her so
Days passed since Mike was told to keep an eye on Todd. He made sure that Todd didn't leave the mansion without his knowledge. He kept watching his every move discreetly. When he didn't notice anything absurd, he started to listen to his phone calls too. However, he saw nothing to be concerned about."What is the news on Todd? Did you find anything I should worry about?" Frank asked Mike on their way to the shed.Shaking his head, "no, boss. Nothing. He doesn't leave the house much. And if he leaves, it usually will be for work in the shed."Mike's reply wasn't satisfactory. Frank was certain that something was odd. They couldn't have known to attack them at that particular restaurant that night unless they were continuously spying on them or unless Todd had informed them about their whereabouts.Frank narrowed his eyes as he recalled how the masked attacker had groped her that night. He wa
Todd dashed up the stairs and ran towards his room. His heart frantically beat in his chest. Lentils of sweat dripped down his sideburns. He didn't know Frank was listening to his conversation. He had been extremely careful about his connection with Oswald yet it was ruined with just a phone call.He growled as he picked up a vase on the side table and threw it on the floor. The pieces of ceramics scattered on the marbles with a loud crash. Sneering angrily, he stormed towards the balcony in the room.He didn't bother about the little ceramic pieces that crushed underneath his shoes as he walked over them. He walked towards the railing and grasped the cold metal of the railing with all his might."Damn him!" He grumbled under his breath. Seething in anger, he reached out for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. After lighting up one of them, he blew a few puffs of smoke into the atmosphere, hoping that it would calm
"Barton, my good man, I need a little help from you. Take this bottle. And serve Frank. Miss Jennifer had bought this for him and forgotten this bottle here in the kitchen. As you know this is his favourite brand of liquor." Todd handed the bottle to the worker. "Remember, serve this especially to my cousin." Jennifer couldn't believe what she was hearing. She hadn't bought a bottle of liquor for Frank. She couldn't understand what Todd was talking about. After the revealing of her painting, she had gone to the kitchen to look for Ron as she wanted to ask him to serve the food he had prepared. However, she couldn't find Ron. Instead, she found Barton, the worker who was supposed to be in charge of the drinks for the nig