A darkness is coming, and it’s the same darkness that took Amy’s husband. Now it wants her son. A merciless, bloodthirsty hitman who has a dark secret will target the former actress and MMA fighter. She will also have to deal with a bomb, a terrorist group called the Infantry-men, and an evil version of herself. Will a mother uncover the truth behind her husband’s disappearance? Will she die herself while trying to find out what happened to the love of her life? Amy needs to survive the night so she can protect her son while searching for her husband. The clock is ticking, and the mother will have to protect her only baby from a dark and malevolent force that seeks to annihilate everything in its path.
Lihat lebih banyakOlivia woke up with a splitting headache, balls of perspiration trickled down from her forehead as she gently tried to get her breath under control. It had been ten years already, yet she was still haunted by the same nightmare. She had been to therapy countless times, and had bills to help her calm herself, yet the nightmares persisted.
It had been a while since she got one, but it wasn't a new experience. Why now? Could it be because of the call she had gotten a few days ago? She said it wouldn't let it bother her, but apparently she hadn't told herself the truth. It had been a prank call, some stupid hoodlum who thought that pretending to be her ex would be funny. Olivia was already used to these types of calls. Noah Grant was a well known figure, and their relationship hadn't been a private affair. It might have been ten years ago, but people still asked her about him in interviews and press conferences. While she would love to avoid speaking about her ex as much as she could, it had become inescapable. But it didn't matter, she wasn't a wimp anymore, she had her own empire, one that she had fought hard to build. Getting down from bed, she sauntered to the drawer close by to get her medication. She needed to calm her nerves before she could return to bed— Olivia turned towards the alarm clock, "it's morning already?!" She exclaimed after catching sight of the figures in front of her digital alarm clock; ten minutes past seven am. "Ughh.." A brief exhausted sigh escaped her lips. She had a press conference at nine, and another by twelve. Sometimes she wondered if being successful was worth it, she barely had time for her friends, and the relationship that was slowly brewing between her and her co worker, Michael Anderson. Michael was sweet and all, but Olivia was still cautious. She hadn't been in any significant relationships for ten years now, Noah had scarred her deeply, and that wound was yet to heal. Exhausted, she entered the bathroom and began preparations for the day. She lived alone in a two bedroom apartment, and couldn't for anything more than that. She could afford a mansion if she wanted to, but Olivia wasn't comfortable with someone making her meal and washing her clothes. Fame brought you friends, but also an equal number of enemies. The last thing she wanted was to get murdered by her own maid. A two bedroom apartment was perfect, she could handle cleaning, and didn't need to yell at anybody to do something. RINGGGGG* It was her phone, and as expected, it was Michael calling. "Good morning, Liv." His soothing baritone voice flowed from the speaker the moment Olivia answered. "Did you sleep well?" "I did, Michael, thank you.." Olivia returned shyly. She knew she wasn't the best at reciprocating emotions, but she still did her best to show Michael that his affection was appreciated. "W..what about you? Did you sleep well?" "Barely, but let's not worry about that. Are you ready yet? I'm on my way to pick you." Michael returned. From the background noises she could hear, Olivia could tell he was already on the way. She had taken an hour to get ready, and it would probably take her twenty minutes to prepare her breakfast. It should be enough time before Michael arrives. "Yes, I'm done already. See you soon." She replied before ending the call and hurrying to her kitchen to make her a cup of tea and toast. It was the most she could do at the moment, one step out of that and she might end up running late and wasting everybody's time. It took a while, but after five minutes of waiting, a black Mercedes finally pulled into the apartment premises, and Olivia's face immediately lit up with a smile. She grabbed her purse, and without caution, raced downstairs to meet Michael. They had barely twenty minutes to be at the office, and she didn't want to be late. Rock Enterprise was a big firm, one that she had been trying to collaborate with for a while now, and they had finally given her the opportunity of an interview, one that she absolutely planned to nail. "Thank you for coming to pick me up." Said Olivia before she threw herself into Michael's open arms. She seconded the gesture with a light kiss to his cheeks before lowering her purse on the passenger seat through the window. "The interview is in less than half an hour, are you sure we will be on time?" Michael arched a brow at the question, hadn't someone informed her already? He was sure he had done so, or had he forgotten as well? "The interview has been cancelled Liv, didn't you get the news?" He asked as he reached out to grab his phone. "I sent you a text last night, Rock Enterprise was bought overnight. There are rumors going around that their new owners are already in town, but there won't be any interviews today." Olivia's eyes fell, her disappointment almost getting the better of her. She might have gained mainstream success, but her business wouldn't last long if she didn't have strong firms backing her up. She had worked her ass off for this day, only for some bastard to ruin it for her. "Let's just get to the office." She replied, unwilling to continue the conversation. She would probably cry if she talked about it too much, and wanted to avoid that at all cost. Her makeup wasn't heavy, but tears would definitely cause a lot of damage to it. Michael took control of the wheel, and in half an hour, they were outside the office. One of the valets approached, and Michael handed the man his car keys to handle the rest of the parking. They hadn't taken two steps forward, when Olivia's eyes caught the large 'R' on one of the trucks parked outside the office. She would recognize that logo even on her deathbed, it belonged to Rock Enterprise, and from the look of things they were already here. Confused, she turned towards Michael who seemed to have caught sight of the van as well. "Didn't you say something about the interview being cancelled? What are they doing here then?" Olivia inquired, but Michael was just as confused as she was. She didn't waste time on questions, she raced into the building, determined to find a convincing excuse for her tardiness to the interview. However, as she stepped into the conference room, her heart leapt out of her body, and her jaws dropped to the floor. Before her sat a familiar figure, a large grin spread across his face as he recognized her. He was here, Noah Grant was here!Amy didn’t realize that she was moving her high heel sandals closer to the door. Her feet made subtle movements and every time she’d take a deep breath, her feet would slide closer to the exit. “I created an evil drug lord, masking herself as a CEO. Irena Jenkins was my creation. Did you like her name, Princess Death Row? I thought it would be clever to give you an evil twin who was a drug dealer. I also created monsters inside the game like the albino shape-shifting people who I called the Orexecons and the Boneseeker Men.” The gunman paused for a second, admiring his words again, and waiting for the time to seize his moment. Amy’s back was close to the door. She had both of her hands guarding her baby bump. Something was wrong, and Amy could sense it. “I put myself in the game. Did you know that?” The gunman raised his eyebrows while smirking. “My character inside the game was a transgender hitman who had a female personality named Ch
The gunman awoke from his trance when the hospital room’s door opened. His dead eyes brightened when he saw Amy step into the room, with Agent Jane and Agent Vernon behind her. “I knew you’d win the game! My God, you’re so beautiful! I wish I could make you my wife!” The gunman spoke to Amy with a twisted zeal in his deep voice. His lustful eyes scanned the pregnant mother’s body from head to toe. Amy didn’t speak to the gunman. She stood at a safe distance from him while protectively keeping her hands over her belly. When Amy walked into the room, her inner voice told her it was a bad idea. The ignited flame grew brighter when Amy looked around and saw Agent Drake and Agent James. She placed her hand over her mouth after walking up to Agent James and seeing the damage to his face. “I know it looks bad, but I’ll be fine.” Agent James told Amy. He watched as she gazed up at him with a burning concern in her eyes. Amy bit her bottom lip a
Amy approached Jamal and his mom. Rashonda was sitting on the hospital bed, holding her three-year-old son in her lap. The young woman slowly lifted her watery eyes to see Amy standing in front of her. “Hi, I’m that pregnant lady who everybody keeps telling you about,” Amy told Rashonda through a suppressed giggle. She stood still in front of Rashonda, wanting to embrace the mother. Amy watched as Rashonda’s eyes brightened and she almost fell over when Rashonda leaped up from the bed and hugged her. “Thank you,” Rashonda whispered to Amy through her tears. She wanted to hug Amy tighter, but she couldn’t do that with her son in her arms. “He’s beautiful,” Amy said, resting her gaze on Jamal, who was looking back up at her through his angelic, curious eyes. “Hi, beautiful.” Amy cooed at the little boy when he smiled up at her. “Hi.” Jamal waved his little hand at Amy with his other hand stuck in his mouth. “I saw you earl
FBI Agent Hernandez tried to wake Amy when he heard loud beeping emitting from the virtual reality goggles on her face. The agent jumped back, and he almost fell on his butt when Amy leaped forward suddenly. The young man tried to calm Amy down when she swung her fists at him and started screaming. Agent Hernandez grabbed Amy, keeping her in a tight embrace with one arm while ripping off her VR goggles. Agent Hernandez wasn’t the only one inside the hospital room. There were four nurses inside the room, surrounding Amy. Amy struck one nurse in her face when she tried to grab her. She stood inside a laser square that was right next to her hospital bed. The red laser square was a proximity indicator for the video game, and no one could step inside the proximity indicator while Amy played the game. Amy wore a flesh-colored ventilated haptic feedback suit beneath her low-cut denim dress. The skin-tight suit didn’t feel uncomfortable beneath Amy’s d
Amy felt confident that she and Omar would make it out of the armored truck alive. There was a quiet moment inside the armored truck. Amy smiled when Omar kissed her on the tip of her chin. She kissed her child back on his nose and she wanted to keep gazing down into Omar’s eyes, but she had to keep her eyes on the road. She activated the armored truck’s horn when she saw another car getting ready to pull in front of her. Luckily, the motorist heard the truck’s horn, and they stayed in their lane. “Hey mama, are we gonna make it out of the truck in time before the bomb detonates?” Omar asked with a slight essence of worry in his voice. “I think everything is going to be okay. I know this sounds crazy, but your mommy feels exhilarated. She’s gonna protect you, even if the bomb detonates while we’re still in here.” Amy spoke to her son with a strong faith in her words. She knew protecting her child from an explosion would be impossible. But Amy b
2Pac kissed Amy all over her neck and down her chest. He had his hands massaging her hips and her slender waist. Amy didn’t know that the reason the cyborg showed an attraction toward her is that she looked identical to his master, Irena. Irena programmed 2Pac to show affection toward his creator. In 2Pac’s mind, since Amy looked like Irena, his cyber neuro inputs told him he was making love to his master. Amy became thunderstruck when 2pac slid his chrome silver lips down near her cleavage. She was lost, but she continued to play along with 2Pac and she stroked her fingers across the mechanical man’s smooth, metallic bald head. Amy feared 2Pac would undress her in front of her child. She had to stop him. While caressing 2Pac’s head, Amy looked over at her son, who sat on the floor with confusion in his little bright eyes. Omar was scared for his mom. He wanted to help her. The little boy was smart and he could see what 2Pac was doing to his mo
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