"Hmm, are you really going to push through with it?" Gerald Frost asked Emille.They were seated in one of Frost's Penthouses."Yes, I will. Do you have a problem with that?" Emille asked.They both had each in their hands, a glass of red wine."Just surprised that you'll go this far for a woman. I am honestly impressed knowing that someone touched my stone cold brother's heart." Frost chuckled."Hmm." Emille leaned back in silence. Sometimes, it was difficult tolerating Gerald's lousiness, but he needed the fool most of the time and had to put up with him."Come on, be lively. You don't want to tell me why this girl is so peculiar, you don't want to tell me why you want to kidnap her boyfriend, then at least let us have fun." Gerald raised his glass for a toast.Emille ignored him, he was deep in his thoughts."The world is coming to an end!!" Gerald snapped his fingers in front of Emille, calling his attention."Why do you look so worked up?" Gerald Frost asked."I am going to take
"Get juicy…" "Would you just shut the fuck off!" Dom snapped, cutting him off. "How does she even put up with you?" "She doesn't." Brant replied. 'She beats me to shut up.' he said to himself."Hello gentlemen, I see that you two are getting along pretty well, but I'll have to interrupt your moment of bonding." Emille's voice echoed in the room. He did not bother speaking with auto tunes this time.Brantley furrowed his brows, not because of what the voice said, but because the voice sounded familiar. "Who the hell are you and do you know who I am?" Brant scolded in the air, he needed to hear the person speak one more time, only then can he be certain.Emille chuckled, "I know who you are of course, and you obviously are here because of who you are." Brant confirmed his suspicion, it was the guy who claimed to be the manager at the so Club.The lights were turned on.Brantley immediately turned to look at the other guy who was with him."Holy shit!" Brant held his hand over his mo
Mila spent the rest of the day locked up in her room. She turned off her phone.No matter how much Grandmaster preaches against emotions, losing Dom was on another level of pain.To make matters worse, she did not even get the chance to see him, and she might not still get the chance to bid him his last farewell.She did not care about what would happen to her, afterall, she had already pissed Grandmaster to stupor earlier. She could not take back her words, but they weren't false either.*Knock, knock, knock.* "Open the door, Fabiola!" It was Pops knocking. This was probably like the fourth time that he'd come to her room.She was sitting upright on her bed, with her legs on the cold floor. Water dripped down from her hair, wetting her face and shoulders. She'd showered and not bothered to dry her hair. She needed the cold water on her body.She had been sitting in that same position for close to half an hour, reminiscing about her time with Dom. He was the one to punish her by The
Every law enforcement unit in the entire country was alerted, but they were given the ultimatum that the news should by no means, break out.Every detective or officer saw it as an opportunity to snatch a promotion and get in the good book of the Whites. Everyone was determined to put in everything to find The CEO.Meanwhile…..Flynn had taken a quick tour around the ranch and there was no person on it. He wondered who took care of the animals."Perhaps, he only comes in the mornings to send them out and in the evenings to get them back in." He thought.He could not wait for evening. He had to get back as soon as possible. Anything could have happened to the boss, and he'll obviously be held responsible.He was thirsty as fuck, but it did not stop him from trekking. He needed to find a place where he could make a call or or catch a ride back to the city.*******"We are sorry princess, but we've been ordered to lock you up?" One of the guards announced with his head looking to the f
It had been barely 5 hours since Brant was declared missing. Mrs White and his sister's were not yet aware of it.Mr White had made sure everything was done at Brantley's house.Everyone was being interviewed, mostly on anything or any suspicious activity that could have been going on around Brantley, or anyone who might have any interest in hurting him.While the cops were doing the official investigation by the books, Mr White had instructed Ron and Randy to carry out their own investigation.Randy knew that it had something to do with Fabiola, infact, he even thought that she'd kidnapped him.Somehow, all Brantley's call history was wiped out and erased from the network communication system."Whoever took him had it well planned out." Mr White leaned back on the sofa with a glass of soft champagne in his hand.He sat opposite the lead detective on the case."At this point, we might have to interview his friends…if he has any." The detective said."The only friend I know of is also
"I recognized a face on the cameras, you might want to see." Ron said."I'm sending you a picture."Still without disconnecting the call, Mr White minimized the screen and tapped open the message from Ron."This cannot be possible!" Mr White almost dropped his phone."Sir, is everything alright?" An officer approached him.He swallowed a huge lump of saliva, drew in a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself before turning to face the officer."Yes, everything is fine." He replied in a shallow voice.His brain was in shambles, he was trying to connect the dots that just did not match up right now."You don't look ok, should I get you water or anything…?" The young officer asked.Mr White lost it, "My son just disappeared for absolutely no reason, no ransom call, nothing…and you expect me to be alright?" Mr White yelled at the young man, causing him to unconsciously take a step back."I'm sorry. I'll be around, if you need anything." The officer stated politely and left."Hello
"Young Ma'am, I am sorry, but you need to go back to your cell." She turned slowly to face the owner of the voice."I'll give you two options, either you face me or you pretend as though you did not see me." She smiled widely. The guard shivered and unconsciously took a step back in fright.He blinked a couple of times, and swallowed a lump of saliva, "I…I am so..sorry, Young Ma'am, but my orders were to…" He choked on his words when she lynched her four fingers on his oesophagus…viper style.She did it the second time.He staggered backwards, "Wrong answer!" She grabbed his neck and held it tightly, quietly putting the guy to sleep.She continued on her way, but she did not take the path heading to the old cellar in the garden's shade. Instead, she went the opposite direction. This way led to the basement of the main house.She took her time, looking through each door and corridor, to make sure that she did not meet any unwanted visitors.The guards mostly loittered outside the p
"I need your help." She said, trying to catch her breath."With what?" "Moving a body?" She replied plainly.His eyes bulged open, "you killed somebody?" Dom asked in surprise.Not that it was strange for her to do something like that, but she always needed solid motives.She rolled her eyes, "I said, move a body and not move a dead body," She corrected."Come on, let's hurry up." She led him through the back door. Briefly told him about Mr Walborn, but ignoring who he really meant to her. She told him about the man being watched and being scared.Dom promised to take care of whoever it was.He helped her carry Mr Walborn and place him on the bike…well, she had to push the bike with Mr Walborn on it all by herself though.Dom was a man of little patience.He met her later on out of the mansion."Oh, so did you find out who the lookout was?" She asked."Yeah I did.""And…?" She tilted her head questioningly."Oh, he would not cooperate so I killed him." Dom stated nonchalantly."You b