The part of the christian holy book that insists that there's no peace for the wicked could be wrong if translated literally.
The wicked derive unfiltered joy and peace from whatever it is that they do. The thrill, the high emotions. It is like performing in a little orchestra and being the concertmaster. It is a feeling above high clouds, the tingles on their feet and the swelling of their hearts when they perpetrate a pure act of evil thoughts.One could insist that the Bible is wrong in that context, but can one deny that in the place of wickedness is uneasiness? The feeling of being watched? The fear of anybody besting you? Most importantly, the fear of being served your own medicine, with your own cup?The wicked has no genuine peace. They come close, yes, but even in their deepest slumber, their own shadow haunts them and paints gory pictures of what could go wrong and the possibilities are too much.Christian Gerard jerked from his sleep earlier today. His mind doing one twenty miles a second. It seems like his fears we're catching up with him or maybe it was pre-auction jitters. He had the most confusing dreams, oh they held promises of his darkest acts catching up with him.It was a shadow chasing after him, with it's arms outstretched, one a sabre, the other a pistol and out of its mouth came vile things. So shaken up and drenched in sweat, dawn saw him in the frail arms of Camille.Now as he walked the halls of his own mansion and his people greeted him, he couldn't conjure a smile or a less worried expression. He had instructed Eben to thoroughly scrutinize his mafia members, he needed to catch a mole that day.It dawned on him that he had heard nothing about 'the outlaws' but Dominic said something that nagged at him that morning.'They want you down, you think I'm the only one giving information out?'At that moment he had just one regret, he regretted beating Dominic to a point of unconsciousness. 'his mind is giving him an easy way out' the doctor had said about his unconscious state.He assembled his men, the ones that nothing could be found on that would mean betrayal to him."Retrace Dominic's steps. Find out where he has been for the past seven months, who he has met and find me this fucking Elijah Smith and Roman Witt. I don't care what you have to do, who you have to do it to. I want that information and you have seven days to do it", he barked at them before storming out of the meeting area.A hasty last minute decision had him racing down the road to his mansion that held the abductees.The abductees had been freshened up, groomed and ready for the auction."How prepared are they?", He asked a woman with a thin build and a nasty expression on her face but one couldn't deny how pretty she was."They are ready for tomorrow boss", she answered, her Italian accent thickening her R's."And Freya McIntyre?", He asked."She is a tough one but she will behave tomorrow", the woman replied, promise of hell for the woman who had seemingly given her a tough time."Take me to her"The woman led him up the stairs to a room on the far end end of the east wing. He dismissed her at the door and knocked before going into the room to see Freya gazing out to the beautiful garden beneath her window that was burglar proofed."Beautiful day hmm?", Christian perched on a desk.Freya shrieked and jerked around to cast a withering glare at him."There's something called privacy, daddy and mommy didn't teach you?", She snapped, causing Christian to laugh."Oh they did, but I just have a hard time learning just like you who despite all odds have not learnt not to speak out of turn. We are more alike than we know", Christian mused.Freya watched him closely, his unfocused eyes, unsteady breathing pattern and stiff body language, she wanted to put her hand on what it was."I guess so. Both hardheaded and troubled", she replied."That's where you're wrong sweetheart", Christian smiled at her, feeling the need to defend himself."No?", Freya stared intently at his eyes."So you're not a scared little boy? Your facade is almost as fragile as your fear", Freya taunted and the glint in his eyes told her that she struck a nerve.She also expected his attack when his orbs darkened and his body shifted into full defense mode.Christian's fingers wrapped around her neck, choking her with the tight grip of his fingers causing her to clutch his arm."You've got more to say?", He hissed, tightening his grip.Her face reddened as she clawed on his arms then a genius idea came to mind. Taking his flustered state in, she sent a harsh kick to his knee with the pointed edge of her shoes, causing him to hiss painfully and shove her to the ground.Freya sucked in a harsh breath as her head collided with the hard ground, she could feel the warm trickles of blood on her scalp. She put her hand in her hair and brought out her slightly bloody hands to examine, a glare in her eyes."Oops. Maybe I won't be your shinning star anymore. Damaged goods and all", she said, a sly smile on her face."Maybe then I'd get to keep you", Christian sneered, loving the fear that quickly passed through the lady's eyes."Isn't this the point where you should be careful what you wish for", he taunted her.Hearing nothing else from her he turned on his heels and barged out of her room.Christian Gerard always has the last word, he would almost die if he didn't but he couldn't deny the fact that this woman got into his head and brought him to the brink.Freya didn't enjoy her peace that much before Eben came into the room, a wry look on his face."Yeah go on ahead and come in without knocking", Freya mumbled.Eben ignored her jabs and went to help her up but Freya's trained hands after two kids swiped down on Eben's hand and smacked it, probably a whole lot harder than she would smack her kids."You are one unique lady", Eben murmured."What do you want?", Freya asked instead."Gloria's okay", Eben mumbled again.Freya's head snapped up at him."I'm not trying anything with her. I see how you are with her", Eben assured quickly when he caught the meaning of the glare directed at him."Do you also see that she's a child?", Freya asked."See I have no say over all these things, stop attacking me", Eben snapped."The cat's got claws afterall. You aren't just one stuttering piece of work that works for him are you?", Freya asked him.Eben looked at her as if she was mad maybe Freya was mad indeed. Few months away from home and forced to live like a criminal could have gotten to her finally."Get some sleep. You'll need it tomorrow", Eben answered instead and walked out of the room, leaving Freya alone.••••••••••••••••••••Sydney sky was having a hard time holding it in. The rain beat down harshly on the city as the clouds darkened more. It seemed like it would stop for a while, only to come back with more torrent.Everybody who had plans for the day stayed indoors as nature took over the day, choosing to assert it's dominance over all.While the city grew darker and darker, Stephan's expression grew even darker than the rain as figurative smoke came out from his ears."No no no, Alan I am here to vacation. Send someone else", Stephan said into the receiver of the phone he held at hand.His figure loomed over the ceiling to floor windows as he admired the calmness that the heavy downpour brought.Stephan's nature allowed him to appreciate when everyone is quiet, when the city is not so busy, the smell in the air when the rain beats down on the earth. He felt like he belonged somewhere then, when nature interacted with each other, the rain to the earth, to the air that carries the sweet smell of that communication to the plants that gets the dirt washed off them and the animals that hides out under these trees, he felt a sense of belonging.When he didn't hear anything from the other side of the call he knew that Alan Poza was not taking no for an answer. He sighed, pinching his nose in an attempt to rid himself of the building frustration."What's your obsession ith this woman anyway?", Stephan asked.Only some days ago Alan was particularly nonchalant about what happens in the American mafia but all of a sudden he shows interest in a woman who happens to be dear Freya."It's something about her. Buy her, at all costs", Alan instructed."And who's pocket is getting the bill here?", Staphan asked."Consider this an act of good deed", with that Alan dropped the call.Staphan sighed and slumped in his chair."Who are you, Freya McIntyre?", He whispered into the silent room.The underworld holds many parties in a year. Infact every mafia looks for a reason to host the largest party. Wether it was to show off their achievements or to make allies or to simply show off the fact that they had money.Earlier in the year, the Russian mafia held a ball in honor of the Don's daughter who had completed her service to the country and had returned home. It was the largest ball the year had seen and it was the first party for the year. Every mafia had gone there to see for themselves just how the Russians outdid themselves and boy did they throw a mean party.The American mafia is no stranger to parties, infact if there was a mafia that threw one hell of a party, it was the Americans. Every year Christian found reasons to host two big parties and co-host the largest mafia conference but when he found the treasure hidden in human trafficking, his parties became something every psychotic person out there couldn't wait for.As for psychotic people, out of one hundred ma
Christian sat behind his huge desk, his brows furrowed as he looked through his system. He had Eben and another nervous man in the office with him."Stephan Devaraux, director of Zirock construction, is that all you have on him?", Christian asked."Yes boss. No family life, no friends. He paid the whole money in cash so no transaction details"It had been two days since the auction, a whole day since he delivered all the abductees to all their buyers but failed to deliver Freya to Stephan."I'm not comfortable with this", Christian murmured."How did he get tickets to the auction?", Eben asked the IT guy."Uhh, through an account with the name, Maddy Nimble. That one too is not a name in any database", the IT guy answered."You said he is the director of Zirock construction, look into his company, he must leave traces somewhere"Christian discharged the IT guy, leaving only Eben and himself in his office."It's been a whole day boss, what happens when he comes for his goods?", Eben as
The rain pelted down on the unlucky people that found themselves outside but inside the American mafia mansion, the cooling effect of the rain failed to calm Christian's anger.The news anchor on the TV happened to be one of those unfortunate people outside the rain but this act of God may have been a way to stop the raging fire going on behind her from spreading.Despite the heavy downpour, thick black smoke hung over the neighborhood that housed three of the American mafia's major warehouse. If your guess is on the warehouses then you couldn't be more right."The cause of the fire is yet unknown and as you can see the firemen are desperately trying to put it out", the news anchor said into the microphone, raising her voice a little because of the background noise.Just then, a collective booming sound came from three of the burning warehouses, sending splinters of wood flying about, causing the middle building to collapse as the beams and pillars gave way."Is that a bomb?", One of
"I heard a certain someone isn't eating these days”, Eben sang as he walked into Freya's room, a goofy smile on his face and a plate of pancakes on his arms as he tried to close the door.Freya rolled her eyes and looked out the window, her eyes taking in the green scenery below her room.“Captain America to the save, yay!”, She sassed.“C'mon, don't be like that. I worry about you”, Eben dropped the food and shuffled on his legs when the woman made no moves to sit down.“It's the best pancakes in town. I had Xen make it specifically for you”, he sad again.Freya still cast her eyes ousde, a forlorn look on her stressed face.One look at her and one could tell that she was not sleeping well. Her face looked drawn and she had lost a bit of weight since she got here.A bird flies far and high but it never fails to visit it's nest, bringing food to it's chicks and doting on them. More times than Freya can count her mind has strayed to her children. A painful squeezing feeling makes itse
The speed limit was the average fifty kilometers per hour but Wilbur was comfortably doing ninety, well that was uncomfortable for Amina and Zayn, especially Amina.“Why is he like this?”, Amina whispered and clutched to the seatbelt she had on when Wilbur turned a corner but his speed made it look like he was drifting.“He's angry”, Zayn replied, causing the girl to glare at him.“You think I don't know?”, She snipped.“I don't know okay, I ain't his girlfriend. Maybe he's pissed about going there”, Zayn shrugged and held unto the seat before him when Wilbur stepped on the brake for a short while, trying to overtake a truck.“I am not happy about it too”, Amina replied.“And you're not driving too”, Zayn chuckled.The three of them found themselves on American soil earlier that morning and they had until evening to get to Christian's mansion in time for recruitment.Following Christian's massacre of his own members, staff included, his house lacked enough domestic staff so he was rec
The birds fly high in the sky, some into the clouds and it is the order of nature. The birds belong to the air and their cries either soothed or disturbed our ears, now that's depending on perspective.If the birds fly lower it is about to rain, if they fly without perching there's no dry land, often ignored is the fact that they are pack animals, flocking around each other. The phenomena is known but when there's no bird in the sky and the ones that fly down fly without direction, their wings flapping rapidly, they are scared.Bullets rained down on Vendetta headquarters that was sitting pretty on a green hill in Valencia, Spain. As there was no bird in the sky, there was also no human on ground as the drones hovering over the headquarters took over the whole place, sending down bullets like violent a rain.People scurried around like hell was let loose on them, oh, the doors of hell has opened and Vendetta HQ was the portal that connected to hell.“We are under attack! I repeat we a
Calls kept coming into the vendetta HQ, from the states, from the Italian government and from Stephan. Ace of Diamonds waited and waited and night had come, yet no call from the Blue house. The good news was that they had subdued their encroachment on Spain and the talibans in Korea had been subdued too.Ace of Diamonds, dressed down to singlet and her denim pants and her hair let down from it's tight ponytail. She was beyond frustrated but she knew what the ISIS was playing at. Wear them out and force them to act foolishly but as much as she had gotten frustrated, she also knew not to fall into their traps.Her personal cell phone rang and she retrieved it from her pocket and smile softly at the screen before picking the call.“Hey princess”, she smiled at the screen when a tired looking brunette appeared on the screen.“Hi baby, not done yet?”, The woman asked.Ace of Diamonds looked around and sighed tiredly before shaking her head.“Not done baby. I'll be home before you know it.
A firery redhead woman marched across the busy streets of Manhattan, a willed expression on her face. She resembled something out of a comic book, a grandma that no naughty child wanted to encounter.The woman beside her, an equally firery but a dark haired woman marched along with her, their steps echoing on the pebbles ground as people made way for these two short women to pass.Their faces held nothing but disdain and determination to get to the root of whatever matter they had in mind.The older woman, Lauryn O'Hagan had gone for more than five weeks without hearing from or seeing her grandbabies and all her efforts to reach out to them was abortive, the same goes for her other child, Bridget O'Hagan.Freya had been lost for a total of five months and her mother and sister did everything within their power to find her but very little was within their power but they kept trying, while insisting on taking care of her kids, despite the kids having a living father, whom the women knew