“How did he get down here.” Hatake voice was furious, it was certain that he’d be frowning behind the mask that moment. “He kept insisting that Fred knew him and he was the son of Ryan Fisher, the second notorious mafia in all of Ohio and was forcing his way through,” the guard responded. Freddy wanted to speak when the door creaked open, and Gonzalez walked in. “I did forced my way in, because my dad was kidnapped because of you.” He said walking inside the large room uninvited. Hatake was about making a move, but Freddy waved him off, trying to sit up on the large bed. “Go on Hatake, I’ll deal with this,” Freddy said, his gaze focused on Gonzalez who wasn’t smiling. Hatake stared at Gonzalez for a few seconds, then his gaze shifted to Freddy and then to the guard that was standing close to the door. He then started walking out of the room, hastily. Gonzalez watched him from the side of his eyes, as Hatake passed by him, he wondered just how good he’d be in actual combat. Fredd
And it did, but to quickly......***Diana could feel the thumping in her heart, she was so nervous as she walked through the aisle, her left land interlocked in Carl’s right one. Even though her face was covered in white veil; she was still very shy. The church was filled with people, the ones she knew and some she hadn’t seen in her entire life; this was a family church in Georgia and today was her wedding day. The day she had waited for all her life, she was so happy and nervous at the same time. Her thoughts were confusing, she wanted everything to be over in a glimpse, yet she wanted to savor the happiness too; the smile on these people’s face were genuine and the one on her mum’s was priceless. Diana was as beautiful as Cinderella in the fairy tales, just that she wasn’t wearing a shoe made of glass. She was one of the rear breeds with red hair and her eyes were blue but lighter, her full lips was covered in red lipstick bringing out her beautiful face as it matched with her h
The ambulance siren was all over the place, the church hall was in shambles, there was confusion everywhere as people went in and out of the hall, murmurings, yelling and screaming filled the air. Diana held her gown, following the stretcher being pushed by the paramedics, the tears in her eyes had destroyed her makeup and her light blue eyes were starting to get dark, she was holding the helm of her gown as she followed the stretcher, the girls were with her. They were trying to console her but Diana wasn’t hearing anything at the moment. The only thing on her mind was Carl, what happened? Was he dead? Was he sick? Everything had been fine the whole time. Why now? Why this particular time? Diana couldn’t answer any of the questions that flooded her mind, as noisy as the church hall was, she didn’t seem to hear anything, it was as if she was deaf. She had the hunch that something wanted to disrupt her happiness, and this was it. The paramedics got out of the church and was trying t
DREADFUL MISTAKE I’m sorry but, Carl Adams gave up the ......***Diana gasped and jumped out of bed, there was bids of sweat all over her forehead and down to her neck. It was the same nightmare again, she hadn’t dreamt in awhile and now it was back. It felt so so real, more realistic than the previous ones she had been having, she had to do something about these nightmares before she goes crazy. Diana held her face with both hands, tears trickled down her cheekbones, she still couldn’t get everything that happened out of head; she could easily continue the dream in reality as she knew exactly what happened when the doctor came in. It been four months, and Carl and died of a heart disease; a sickness he didn’t tell anyone about, not even his own mother. Diana had cried her eyes out that day at the hospital, she had created a scene when she started rolling on the floor with her wedding gown.However, things got really complicated when Carl’s father brought out a nine millimeter pi
Simon eyes were glued to the tab, he could see how peaceful Joanne was sleeping, oblivious that her death was about to be quickened. He wished he had super powers, but wishes weren’t horses. Even though Simon was an ex marine; which explained how skilled he was in assassinations, he was still not strong enough to escape the situation he was in, if he tried to struggle; his wife would be executed instantly. And if he didn’t provide the money Freddy was asking for, he could loose his wife too. Freddy was an impatient and evil man, wasting a human life seems just like killing off an ant. Simon King was an ex marine of the United States of America, he was a man in his late thirties; everybody was surprised when he decided that he was retiring, he had served for fifteen years before he filed for a retirement after a near death experience in Afghanistan. Most of his colleagues had died either in emergency wars or during secret operations. Simon wanted to be with his wife, their one year
Tears trickled down Simon’s eyes when he heard the gunshots that came from the tab, he quit his struggle and the guards let go of him. He fell on his knees again and tried all he could to fight back the tears, but it was possible this time. Simon’s head was on the marble floor, the scent of the old wood went through his nostrils as he wept. He was boiling inside with anger and rage, there was no way he could take on this many guards but Simon was about to loose his cool and doesn’t care if he died here or not. There was no joy in living anymore. Freddy filled the room with his marijuana again, there was an evil grin curling at the side of his lips, he looked at Simon and heard his weeping; he never seen an assassin cry, not over a wife or child. This was the first, assassins were humans without emotions, their job doesn’t allow for emotions; else they wouldn’t be able to carry it out. He wondered how Simon murdered people but still has this much love for his wife. Understanding wou
Simon coughed and gasped, his eyes were heavy and blurry; the back of his head hurts like hell. It was all a dream after all, the sex; it felt so real. Why would he be having such a dream during a situation like this, although it wasn’t just a dream, it was like a perfect reshoot of when he first retired; that was the first sex he had with his wife. However, his dream had modified some parts. It was an intense romance that day, you could imagine what it was like not having to touch a woman for years, he gave his all and fortunately, his wife was ready for him. She gave him one of the best welcome home sex. His vision started to clear bit by bit and the pain behind his head reduced, even though his vision was clearing up, he couldn’t see much. It was still dark, that was when he remembered. “Joanne!” Simon called out weakly, struggling to get out of the rubbles he was in. The mafia gangsters had dumped him in a refuse area, which was in between tall buildings; nobody would ever fi
Nick quickly stop the engine of the truck and got out in a hurry, holding his gun holster as he ran directly to the hospital. The nurse that called him started towards the entrance when she saw Nick coming. Nick followed her, she was going to take him to the scene. He had to be very cautious, but there was no way Nathaniel would have been an assassin; the hospital was still very calm and activities were going on normally, it was like the news haven’t gotten to anybody except the staffs of the hospital. If Nathe was an assassin, the gunshot would have created chaos and there was no way he would have escaped unless he passed through the front entrance. Nobody noticed them as they went past the reception. “This way Mr. Officer,” Nick heard the woman saying as she hurried down the hallway. He followed her quickly from behind, very at alert; one hand was on his holster. The nurse finally entered a room, Nick sighed; he retrieved his Beretta from the holster and entered the room, taking