Benji Bloome climbed out of the town car. He found himself instantly surrounded by armed guards. The men said nothing just watch him with serious expressions. The moment that Gemme made her appearance they seemed to relax a bit. He allowed her to set the moment following her towards the front door. The butler allowed them entrance. "The Master is waiting in his private office." Gemme simply nods her head. Benji follows. He stays observant. It felt like they walked for hours. Then the door was just suddenly in front of them. Once she knock she stood aside. "Aren't you coming?" he asked curious. "No this is none of my business. Good luck sir." Benji watch her disappeared. He takes a deep breathe before he pushed the door opened. As he step inside he was startled when he found Sylvia Stanton waiting for him. He quickly moved closer to her. "Hi, are you okay?" he reached for her hands. "Why did you come," she looks him in the eyes. A soft smile plays briefly around her li
Benji Bloome stood at the window looking down into the street. He keeps watching the time. It has been twenty four hours since his arrival. It took a moment before he realized men were circling the building. Without being told he knew they are here for him. He quickly moved away from the window grapping his wallet and phone. He slipped from the hotel room hurrying towards another room. Just as he slipped inside the hall suddenly filled with uniform men. He stood where he was trying to listen. The brisk knock nearly made him curse. "Room service." The waiter announced. Benji didn't respond. He didn't order anything. He quietly wait curious as to what will happened. The next moment the phone rings in the hotel room. He stay where he was. His eyes scanned the window and from where he stood he was in clear view for any kind of shooter. And still he stood where he was. An hour later a note was pushed under the door. Very careful in his actions, he didn't pull it through. He did ma
Benji Bloome looked at the coordinates on his phone. He then looked at the time. He was a bit early but this gives him the opportunity to check out the surrounding area. The last time he was here was with Annie. Together they had watch Luke Stanton being killed by Grace Jones. He was feeling a bit nervous. The new guy he met while in hospital, Evan, he likes him but while he still have unresolved issues about Luke he doesn't feel right starting a new relationship. The vibrate alert startled him. He quickly looked around before reaching for his phone. It felt like his blood could chill when the gun was stick into his lower back. He knew to stay motionless as it was quickly clear he walked into a trap. "Benjamin Bloome?" the man asked for confirmation. "Yes," he said quietly. "Are you alone?" "Yes I am." Benji answers honestly. "You are aware I can kill you right here and no one would noticed?" The man asked in his muffled voice. "I know." "And yet you still come. Th
Annie has been sitting in the home office of the bishop for more than an hour. The man has left her to think about what he has disclosed to her. In reality she wasn't certain what he told her was the truth but some things from her past does makes sense now that she has another perspective. As her mind travels down memory lane, one thing was certain, the nun she had met earlier, that woman was no mother. She only had one mother and that woman had sacrifice her life to safe hers. "Okay Aaron Casey, what's your deal?" she slowly stood up making her way to the door. The moment she step through she was confronted by Grace. "What were you doing in there?" she demanded as she grabbed hold of her arm. "Let go." Annie tried to remove her arm from her grip. It was clear the woman means business. "You and I are going to have a private conversation." Grace start to dragged her in the direction of a side door. Once they were outside they found themselves in the depth of the lush garden.
Annie sits motionless just looking at the man across from her. She wasn't even certain if she was still breathing. The only sound she hears was the thundering in her ears. "Aren't you going to say anything?" the bishop finally asked when the silence stretch too long between them. "What do you want from me?" her voice was barely above a whisper. She was looking at the man but wasn't really seeing him. What was playing in her mind the cruel knowledge she doesn't even knows her children. She was a stranger to them. "I need you to focus, Annie." he keeps his voice stern. "What..." she looks at him. "I have a few questions that you need to answer honestly. Will you do this for me?" "Okay," she managed to say. "What is your real name?" The absurdity of the question makes her look at him with a frown. "I am aware the question is stupid but I have a reason for this questionnaire." the bishop said almost friendly. "Annie...Annie Casey." she finally said. "What about the
Annie stood looking down into the lush garden. It has been a few days since she arrived here. The bishop is keeping tight control on her movements. Since the moment she declared her wishes about her choice in husband, the cloth wearing man brought her here. The brisk knock on the bedroom door alert her to the arrival of Jenny Casey. The first time she just entered without being granted permission, she had thrown a cup of luke warm coffee in her direction. The woman then dragged her in front of the bishop. The man was livid with fury. When he questioned Jenny's behavior he forced the older woman to obey her requests. "Enter." she said firmly. She now stood watching the door being pushed opened. Instead of Jenny entering alone, she was followed by Grace Jones. The women carefully shut the door. The next moment was just a silent staring contest between the three of them. "What do you want?" Annie finally asked. "I see nothing has changed. Still believing in your own importance.