Now all the tragic circumstances between Broderick and Freya have taken place at dead of the winter season; and it was time for another season to be ushered in. Meanwhile, as spring was tiptoeing nearer in the break of April, the heart of Freya was extremely tense up with fear because of her loved ones who have been under captive with Bob Joker this whole time. In this state of schemes, and hopes, and connivance, the new month opened upon Los Bahamas again with Broderick in anxiety. To him in particular it brought no material change and still makes no difference between the past and present, as it seems like he'd taking her predicament very personal. So personal to the extent that he was very keen to put on the cell phone and see what was inside. He came back home very late on that particular evening. Though he felt so exhausted and some excruciating pains were still hanging out in his head, when the car engine sound died off completely, he came out and slowly slammed the door behind
"But how do I go about it?", he asked himself. Now very confused about what to do next since he'd no back up plans yet and no insurance saving anymore to ease the financial burden involved in this whole situation. He heaved a sigh after long minutes of contemplation and relaxed his mind for a little while with his eyes closed in a deep thought, as though he seeking divine directives, before another thought struck his half frowning face with bushy eyebrows. The car dealership at the end of the street downtown seems to be a big deal, especially when he's about saving a stranger in Herbiscus Island against the odd of their twisted fate. Deja Vu! It was almost as though his instincts were issuing a warning - but to whom should it be? Perhaps, were they trying to tell him about the dangers involved or guiding his heart from making a big mistake? Or probably they were simply protesting against some sort of idiocy flaws hanging out in the air. Apparently, after carefully considering the ci
"Are you really this simpleton, Broderick? When did you start taking other people's problems so serious? No Broderick, no! I can't let you lose your right sense in time like this ok. There's no way I'm gonna let that happen, you're not going anywhere. In fact, I've had enough already; I can bear no longer. Up! I'm getting out of here this minute!" the words burst from Susan in an angry rush. She rose from her seat, grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the exit door hastily in the hospital lobby. "Relax ma'am, I know what I am doing, trust me. I totally understand how disappointed you are towards me. But believe me, she really needs my help. I'm disclosing this little secret to you because I trust you, listen here, just pretend like you know nothing about this and no-one will know that I'm gone. You're my last hope and I might double your reward when I return home to my father please. You're the best nanny that I can entrust the life of my father in her hands."Ordinarily, Broderick
The day ends and the dreary night begins. Already, it was now approaching days and still there was no sign of her anywhere around the neighborhood of Herbiscus in its entirety. Now, Broderick was so concerned about the fact that he might go bankrupt should he continued with his stay in the Hotel Herbiscus. Just the few couple of days he had spent there and he could guess that his account was overdrawn beyond half the amount of money in it. He had to check out in other to go and book a less expensive hotel right in the other side of town; the seemingly ghetto area down the street off the highway, where he could afford it's bill at ease. Though had many worries already before now, yet he was not afraid to do as he pleased in this unfamiliar territory; and each noon day, after a nap he did take it upon himself to stand in the balcony with pleasure to watch the large crowds of people that are trooping in and out of the city garden park - anchor hood. And especially in the evening, that pu
A complete change of life became desirable. But it was never about safety. Joker was hunting Freya by all possible means this time. And when a news cut across from the country side about the lady Freya and the young man Broderick, on their way back from Herbiscus; it didn't marvel him too much because he'd lingered long enough for that day to come. He wanted her to die and that he considered to be the best part of the headline news, right in front of the newspaper article. Those anticipation was like a labour pains all over Joker now. Since this was taking long and she seemed to be obstinate not willing to retreat or surrender. Now the mafia lord has taken it upon himself to wipe off her mother and her younger brother in just a matter of days. In other words, he will have nothing to worry about anymore and he wish to do it all by himself. Besides, Freya's family has been taken from the million dollars mansion to be hidden in the bayou, where no-one can find them. Just one call he woul
They looked down at the entrance when Freya first noticed something suspicious on the doorknob. The scene enlarged; the windows open with the curtains hanging out on it. Though Broderick didn't care to notice that since he was kinda keen to meet his father. She also thought it most prudent to come home with him; even though she appeared a little bit puzzled and uncomfortable, another accidental meeting with one of the hunting gang was possible, and, in her present state, would be dangerous. Apparently, he seemed to be tempted by every thing and swayed by half a word, probably judging from what might happen again if he wasn't considered to be a prodigal son before Natasha and the lady Freya. A spontaneous smile emerged and soon faded away when Freya went to the door hastily for amusement, dropping off the luggage by the door post. - Much could not be hoped from the traffic of even the busiest time of her life. - Both of them giggling and acting like a weirdo. Could it be a happy endin
Literally, after that particular visit dawn a new day of strong feelings; the game was set up, and it was all about money, power of influence and to take a sweet revenge. Apparently, a line of battle between them and Bob Joker, and another line of love has also been drawn out for the very first time; amidst this chaos their hearts continued to flourish stronger and stronger by each temporary challenge. It all appears like they have recently developed a deep likeness for each other, and that deep likeness was no doubt growing up into a tree of true love. Thank goodness they got a lift from his house down town to lodge else where. It seemed likely to be safe out there. Freya was seated with arms folded under her breasts chest on a purple colour pyjamas, and as calmly as possible walked back to the bedroom, expecting him to grab her at any slight moment and make love to her. Instead, he simply laid down there motionless in white singlet and a pair of jeans gazing into the ceiling; proba
Busy and angry as Mr Murphy was, however, the lonely father was yet able to shew a most happy countenance on seeing his son again, with such a beautiful young lady standing beside him. Perhaps, it worth the risk if nothing else matters to him about this Freya. He chuckled softly as though he couldn't dare to show any signs of animosity towards them; he contrived that she should be seated next to him; and was sufficiently employed in looking out the best gingerbread that he'd baked to entertain them. Soon both father and son got separated from each other deliberately. Mr Murphy actually want to know more about this young lady by all possible means. She perfectly agreed with him; and after walking together so long, and thinking so much alike, Freya felt herself so well acquainted with him, that in no time she could hardly believe it to be only their first meeting. He was not exactly what she had expected; less of the man of the world in some of his notions, less of the spoiled kin