[83]"Isn't she the same with her?" I heard her asked all of a sudden, her voice was laced with outmost surprise or maybe shock.I raised my head up to the television's screen, trying to figure out what she was talking about. It was Ms. Roselle, that was her name, Hardie's mom. Why is she on the media all of a sudden? "She's the one, right?" She asked again, this time turning to me. "This is Hardie's mother." "Yeah." I nod in agreement, drawling my words. "I'm sure she is the one, she looks like her and the name too." "Why is she on the screen then?" Charlotte furthered, staring questioningly at me. I frowned at her question, we are both in the same room and she is the one who had informed me about this yet, she is asking me such a question? She's seriously unbelievable! "Were you not the one who just told me about it?" I return her question back to her. "And we are yet to listen to what she might have done." "You are right." She said sounding defeated but I did not really care.
[84]The sun dipped below the horizon as the fiery colours infused the sky above the sky above them, painting the perfect backdrop for the end of an era. As the crimson hues bled into the night, Lincoln couldn't help but admire the scene from the rooftop terrace if Hardie's lavish home.The cool breeze brush past them, bringing forth a scene of melancholy that mirrored the thoughts racing through Lincoln's mind. It was hard to believe that after all the hardship they had faced together, their journey was slowly screeching into a halt.Hardie, in his usual assertive manner, told Lincoln that he did not plan of letting him go anytime soon. Despite anticipation, the words slammed into Lincoln's chest like a brick wall, causing him to struggle for breath.Although, Lincoln had mentally prepared for such a confrontation, the reality was far more difficult to accept. Over the years, the two had become intertwined in a complex net of loyalty and betrayal, blurring the lines of their allianc
||Hardie Morrison||Staring into the empty space, I puffed out huge smoke from my nostrils. Arrgh!Jamel. Jamel. Jamel.Gareth. Gareth. Gareth.I hate to hear those two names. Yeah, they weren't really opposing me but they look like they really are. To themselves though and I don't really care, maybe I do...Being a huge drug addict and a drug Lord, do I need to be bothered by some opposing drug dealers in states?But here i am bothered by Gareth and Jamel which shouldn't expected of me. They're just a threat and what again...? I don't even know but they keep getting into my way and it seems they are everywhere too.Maybe I should just strike the deal with them and then what happens afterward...?Get them outta my way, huh?Yeah, oh yeah. That seems like a good idea to me.They called for the deal and Yes, I'm striking it with them.Its either now or never!***"We are here boss..." Lincolnshire, one of my most loyal hangmen announ
||Hardie Morrison||Trailing deeper into the heart of the dark passageway, it later burst open in a partially light blue hallway. A large clubhouse might fit in, maybe.My both hand in my pants pockets, I stood godly, scanning around the hallway. Just at the other end sat the two fuckers who actually thought it'll do them good by striking a deal with me, not a good deal though.Jamel Grayson. Gareth Sebastian.I hate to hear those name and now I'm meeting with them? But well, I have to do this.I scuffled towards them in my best intimidating look."Are you sure about this, Hardie?" Lincolnshire asked barely escaping a whisper."They want me to, do I have any other option here?" I asked back."Yeah. You could just back out and..."I cut him short. "And look like a weakling same as the two pussy faces tagged me?""Well..." He trailed off as we appear before Jamel and Gareth. Fuckers."Look who we have here." Jamel chuckled like he's cracking
"And if you aren't allowed to?"Jamel asked with a deep frown."I'm backing out then..." I said with a taunting grin.They both stared at each other in shock, clearly, they weren't expecting me to put them under condition.I can't just sign this deal with them without knowing much about it.And that says it all, they're bent on destroying me.Gareth was the first to recover from his shock. "You backing out?""Tsk, I never mentioned that." I said feigning annoyance."Or did I?""Wait, what! You never said anything?" Jamel frowned deeper, clearly in confusion."Did you hear something? Like what you aren't supposed to hear?" I prolonged my feigned expression."Hmm... But I thought I hear you said something about backing out." He said more to himself."Then you must be hearing things." I huffed in pretence."Well never mind." He waved it off, not knowing what else to say to defend himself. "Can you just sign now?""H-huh? I thought
"Take this. Make sure you deliver this to Jamel before 6pm today." I stamped the envelope and handed it over to Jade.He nodded curtly before taking it from me. "Sure thing boss." With that, he bowed before walking out."First mission almost done." Lincoln said from behind."I just hope it goes as hope. Jade can be clumsy sometimes." I replied with a chuckle."Next, we need to get an informant from inside. They're sure to gain one from us, we need to be more careful." Lincolnshire said as he itched his brows slowly."I know. We don't really need informants from them, we need to disconnect all Cameras in here. They might want to hack through it, Jamel seems desperate with a look at the way he was acting yesterday.." I sighed."I should do that right away." He nodded. "What about a disguise, will it be okay?""A bitch will do, he loves bitches a lot." I smirks. "We can use that to get through him.""You should handle that yourself." He toned before gett
||Arlington Arlington||Stirring the meat soup on the fire, I sigh repeatedly. It isn't that easy working as a maid Cook, more like a chef.Who would think I'll get involved in this kind of job, I don't think anyone would. Yeah, my brother is stinkingly rich but mom doesn't want to get involved in his money.Why? She believed his money is impure. But come to think of it, Money is money. Right? Pure or not. Un clean or clean. It doesn't matter anyways, or does it? To me, its not. All that matters is spending it."Arlington..." Jesse yelled my name like Its the cause of her misfortune. Yeah, she's the manager here but she act like she owns the restaurant, arrgh!"I'm yet to finish. Can't you be more patient, huh?" I gritted my teeth trying to be nice cause I can't be any nicer than this. Jesse sure knows how to frustrate the daylight out of me."Yeah, I should be. Till you spend the whole day on soup only, chasing costomers away." She shot at me. I only groaned
•••FeW hOuRs LaTeR•••||Arlington Arlington||I woke up with a loud bang in my skull, that kind of bang you can't simply ignore.What?Am I, by some means, suffering from hangover yet again? Did I get drunk last night again, after I've promised not to? Oh God, this is bad!But, how did I end up getting drunk? I think harder but nothing is coming, arrgh!Whoever get me drunk last night will pay for... Wait! What am I even saying, I should clear this bad headache first.I groaned deeply, clearly frustrated as I tried standing up to get some pills. This banging is freaking me out and it seems as if my head will be falling off my neck in the next minutes."Easy, you might hurt yourself that way." A calm voice pierced into the air, shutting the daylight from me. I jumped up startled.How did he get in? Did mom invite some visitors in our home? If yes, this is my room and it should be off limit for him."Hey... hey, I didn't mean to startle you that