Winter has been quiet; she has not spoken to Joshua for two days.
He attempts to call her, and her phone is off.
Something does not feel right. Joshua gets dressed and walks to her house; no one is outside. Joshua knocks on her door, and there is no answer. He then walks to the window and looks through it. Seeing no one, he returns to the house and grabs his Leather jacket, climbing on his motorbike.
She will be with her friends if she is not at home. Joshua knows her friend Dusty, Dusty's Dad, is a low-class drug dealer.
Dusty’s dad had never met Joshua and had only heard of Mr. Morningstar. He had not known Mr. Morningstar stayed in the same city; if he had known that, he would have moved his business elsewhere.
Arriving at Dusty’s place, it was a grey building of flats; Dusty's flat was on the third floor, where the music played loudly.
Joshua walked up to the flat, the door was open, and the flat was filled with drunk addicts and a
“I want as much intel on those two; these are not your average type of soldiers, especially Fred.” “Yes, boss, but for how long we will be here? This place is far from our families, boss.” “Until we can figure out who they are, we made a narrow escape because of your idiocy for bringing them to my place; your screw-up cost the life of my two guards and Malik; I should be sending you out there to clear up the mess you have made. “Boss, we can't find anything on those guys; it's as if they are ghosts; we have pulled the footage from the CCTV to the server, ran a facial recognition, and could find nothing.” Jamil is sitting by the window, reading his white pearl beads. “I have a bad feeling about this; maybe we should have assisted them.” “Boss, how would you like us to proceed?” “Hussain, bring them to me; use all the manpower we have; they have to still be around here.” “They will target us; we should inform the Lucifer of what
The door by the house is open, and the family is there. Joshua steps in and sees Winter lying on the bed as her brother comes out of the bathroom bare chest with his American tattoo and a hand tattoo holding dollars. “Jonathan, how are you?” Joshua says. “I am good; hey, I met this girl down the road; she said she saw your sister at some crack house; maybe it was just a friend she was visiting.” Joshua nods, not wanting to speak about it, as this is the first time he has heard of this. Winter was wearing a flowery dress as she looked up at Joshua, letting out a faint smile, “Nothing happened between Darryn and me.” “It did not seem that way, but that is not why I am here.” Joshua looked over at Johnathan. “I know what my dad told you; my contact has informed me.” “What is he talking about, Johnathan?” “His dad wants to know what had happened and why the hard living came after us; he had known about Kurt killing Darryn,
He hopes she doesn't know his heart is in the palm of her hand. Joshua has been manipulated and deceived before. He has his flaws His heart has been broken from time to time. He wouldn't have to tell her twice because she knows her heart is only his. Joshua always wished her the best, and the best will always be him. Winter turned away from him and hurried out the door. He became angry because his dad raised him into the monster he was. He let her in his life; the least he could've gotten was a consideration. He thought about her leaving him permanently, and it made him furious. Joshua was shaking in anger. He needed to break something. He turned to his side and spotted the first thing. Joshua groaned out of anger and punched the window. The chips of glass dug into my knuckles and bled profusely, but he could care less at that point. The large pieces of glass eventually broke down after tumbling onto the shelf and into the tub.
Larry, “Boss, we got those guys.” “Good says take them to my dungeon.” As Lucifer dismisses them, “Larry, stay. I need to talk to you.” “Yes, boss?” “Well, since you did exceptionally well on that trip to Iraq and found these bastards who hurt my son. I got you something.” As they walked out to the garage, which was covered with a rug, “that's yours.” Larry pulled off the rug, revealing a diamond black JAGUAR XRJR-15.” “Thank you, boss.” Larry climbed into it and felt the leather interior, the smell of a new car. He then stepped out. “Boss, permission to take this vehicle to my place?” “Permission Granted. But first, we need to discuss something.” Lucifer lit his cigar in the Garage. “Yes, boss?” “Well, there is this girl my son is dating, and her brother’s who is American. I think it's the Americans who did this to my son.” “Boss permission to speak?” “Granted!”
“So, will you tell me who sent you or not?” Lucifer stood next to him, gripping the pliers filled with blood. Strapped to the chair, Lucifer grinned at the guy his men caught. “How much more pain can you take?” He took his cigar and burned it on the open flesh wound of the broken nail. Screaming in agonizing pain, he pleaded to be killed instead of staring death in the eyes and being tortured every second that went by; Lucifer sat there and lit another cigar. “So, are you going to tell me who sent you?” Lucifer stood up and walked around the twenty-eight gang member, “you killed an innocent girl; you will tell me who sent out the order.” Lucifer patted him on the shoulder. “If you don’t speak, you know what happens.” Larry enters and kicks over the chair covering his mouth with a wet cloth. “It has been one long day; you better speak up.” Just before the guy is about to pass out, Larry removes the cloth. “Who sent you?”
Tiffany, “Are you home?” No Response; Mrs. Morningstar walks to Tiffany’s room and opens the door; she is not in her room. “That s strange her phone is off.” Concerned, she walks over to Joshua's room. “Have you seen your sister?” Joshua is lying on the bed with his headset on; he does not hear his mother until she walks over to him and removes his headset. “Sorry, mom, I never heard you.” “Have you seen your sister?” “No, mom, I have not. Is she not over by one of her friends?” “I do not know; she never told me she is going anywhere.” “Nothing new, mom.” Joshua stands up from his bed and gets dressed as his other exits the Room, “mom, I will be back in an hour.” “Where are you going to?” “To a friend, if you need anything, my phone is on.” “Okay, son, be careful out there.” He heads over to Rochelle, a friend from school. He met her in the secondary school where he
Down in the dungeon, Lucifer watches Larry torture the Americans.“Where do we find Mr. Smith.” Larry has an iron rod and a metal plate with Lucifer's name.Larry heats the metal plate, rolls up his shirt's sleeves, then orders his guys to hold out the American's feet, burning them with the stamp of Lucifer's name under their feet.“You have killed my daughter and torn my family apart; what I have in mind for you is worst than the thought of what might happen in hell.”Larry snaps his fingers as a guard opens a brown door leading to an office, walking out barefoot and scared of the loved ones of the guys he is torturing.Lucifer is excited to see Larry's method of getting through to people grinning; Lucifer has his one shoe up on a chair, peeling an apple waiting in anticipation to see what Larry has planned.Larry removes a butcher knife from the table.He then walks over to the Americans.“I want
Growing up was never as easy for Joshua and Tiffany as for their lifestyle. From the age of ten years old, Joshua remembers gang violence. Joshua remembered he had always been the one to protect his sister. The area he grew up in was a ghetto. Merchants and drug addicts stood on corners looking for a way to maintain their habits. Joshua would never have thought he would ever use drugs. He saw how drugs made people lose pride and neglect their Hygiene. The house he grew up in was huge, but he thought his dad had an ordinary job as he always saw his dad leaving in a suit.He was always well dressed, and the cars his dad drove were always in a Garage, barely on the road as he the SUV picking his dad up every day.He never imagined his dad being the kingpin of all the drug lords.He could never understand why people carried this tremendous amount of respect for him when he passed them. He thought it was the way of life.Tiffany had her friends at school; they