I was pulled like a rag and shoved behind a deserted car to take cover. I was about yelling at Flynn but I held my words when I saw the face in front of me."It is risky, Monsieur." The young office said to me."There's a lady in the car, I need to get her out of there before it explodes!" I yelled at him. I was not ready for all their safety protocol rubbish!"Just stay here, I'll go find her." The officer offered.I obeyed.He held his gun at trigger point, looked around him before rushing right in-between the crossfire. I tilted my body a little, so that I could spy what was going on, but without putting myself in harm's way…I'll gladly do it for Mila though.When Randy noticed the cop rushing towards the toppled Uber, he slowly closed up on the young man, covering for him."She is not here, Sir!" The cop yelled from the crash site. I could hear him clearly from where I stood."Damn it, Mila!" Where could you have gone?" I looked around, trying to access the vicinity, allowing myse
Two weeks passed."Anything?" Brant asked as soon as Randy walked in."Nothing Sir." Brantley drew in a deep breath."So what news do you bring?" "The hospital called, they have found a donor for Carol and it is a match. If you want the surgery to push through, your presence is needed for signing the necessary documents." Randy reported.Brant nodded. "Anything else?" "That's all. I'll be around if you need me." And with that, Randy took his leave.Brant twirled the pen in his hand, rotating it in-between his fingers.His strong jaw muscles were gradually disappearing behind his overgrown beard, making him look ten years older than his actual age.He looked up when the office door opened. It was his father."You still haven't opened the windows? It is dark and eerie here." Mr White complained."Hmm." "Your secretary hasn't come back from vacation?" Mr White asked.Brant's heart twisted in his chest, almost squeezing the life out of him. He kept his cool, "Yeah." He replied coldl
"Mr White? You came!" Carol called out joyfully in a weak voice when she saw Brant walk in."I told you that it is ok to call me Brantley right?" With a white rabbit stuffed toy in his hand, he leaned down and kissed the little girl on her forehead before handing her the rabbit."Thank you Brantley!" She hugged it."You hold that and know that you've always got a friend with you, ok?" He spoke softly to the fragile girl.Carol nodded."Hello Stacy." Brant greeted Stacy who had planted herself quietly at one corner in the room."Hello Mr White, Miss Rogers still isn't back from her trip?" "Not yet." He hesitated for a moment before replying.He could see the sadness on Carol's face. He'd told everyone who knew Phoebe Rogers that she'd gone on an impromptu business meeting out of the country.He'd told those who knew Fabiola that she'd gone for a family expedition…his father and the others in the company bought it.But this child….Carol. He knew just how much Phoebe meant to her and h
"How are we going to war if we don't know where our enemy lounges?" Carl asked after a few seconds of silence."Hmm, I know just where to find him. He is still a kid in business and probably still needs to take ghost lessons from me." Grandmaster stated in a deep voice.Carl's eyes bulged open."You..you.. know him?" Carlson stuttered.His father looked at him. "Come with me." He deliberately ignored Carl's question.They walked to the court yard where Dom had both men on their knees, brutally beaten and chained up like animals.Any ordinary person would puke at such an inhuman sight. The courtyard was filled with gunmen randomly stationed."We would send a message to the Glacier Cartel!" Grandmaster announced audibly.The whole yard was dead silent."At twilight, I want his head in a box!" Grandmaster stated, pointing at one of the hostages."Package it and send it as an express mail package!" He passed the final offer.Dominique nodded. He was the executionist. It was his job to ma
"Master, it is done!" At exactly twilight, an unfortunate lifeless head rolled on the floor, completely detached from the body."Good ! Have the express mail package delivered before midnight today."Dom bowed down and left.Grandmaster was standing in his study with his back to the door and his eyes focused on the huge portrait in front of him."I missed you, my flower." A dry smile spread out on his face."You'd probably object to what I am about to do right now, but I have to do it….for you and our baby." His voice cracked.With his fingers, he traced the outline of her smiling face gently. He'd paid a good fortune to have this portrait made, it looked so real and was an exact replica of Rose Vert, Grandmaster's wife. She had died bringing forth their second child to the world. Unfortunately, neither the mother nor the child survived.Grandmaster had raised both Mila and Carlson all by himself. Rose loved Mila as if she were her own daughter, she had been the one to name Mila
"Where are we heading to?" Mila asked when Brant took an odd turn."What do you think?" He shot a glance at her before returning his concentration to the road."We were supposed to head to the hospital." "Do you think Carol would love to wake up and see you in this state?" "What is wrong with me?" She took a moment to scrutinize herself from head to toe before looking at Brant, expecting him to expatiate more on his statement."You've still got a bandage around your arm like Lazarus, you literally look pale like a mummy…"Her eyes bulged open. His attention was on the road as he drove."... I lied to everyone that you were on vacation." He turned to gauge the petrified woman beside him."Who comes back from vacation looking like a by-chance survivor soldier from Afghanistan?" 'Did he just insult me….three times in a roll?' she asked herself mentally.'Nah! He is probably talking to someone else, perhaps on the phone or maybe there is a third person in this car but I just can't se
"Sir, he is not in the hospital." Carl was seated in his own study rounding off some office stuff. Work had been piling up lately since Mila disappeared. He'll spend most of his time during the day trying to dig into Mila's life.At night, he had to try as much as possible to catch up. It was tedious, but he had to do it all."What do you mean by he is not at the hospital?" Carlson roared over the phone."Sir, we did not see him when we went in.""How could you be so reckless! Find him goddamnit!" Carlson yelled and hung up.He scratched his head in frustration. ``Where could he have gone to?' Carlson thought. 'Perhaps he went to meet her!' "Find who?" Grandmaster's voice pulled him out of his deep thoughts."I'm still trying to locate Fabiola Pops." Carl said."I know, how is it going?" His father took a seat."Even though that boyfriend of hers looks haggard…""Did you just say boyfriend?" Pops cut in."... he's hell-bent on finding…." Carl paused when his father's question reso
"Boss! There is something you should see." The newly appointed Monty walked in."Can you not see that I am busy?" The boss scolded Monty. He was on a call.Monty bowed down, "I am sorry, but this is really important, Sir!" "And do you think that what I am doing now isn't important too?" The Boss barked."Of course not." Monty visibly trembled as he spoke.Being the bearer of bad news always puts one's life on the rope. You can be the easiest target for momentary revenge and anger. Poor Monty was standing on end, 'how the hell is he to break the news to the Boss? What if he gets punished instead? But he had to…'"Boss…" Monty cleared his throat, "Monty's head was delivered just now, as an express mail package." He shivered as he spoke, not daring to look up at his boss.The room went ghost silent, anyone could hear a pin drop.It stayed that way for probably close to a minute, until…"But you are Monty and you are right in front of me." The boss stated nonchalantly.Monty, wiped off