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The garden was quiet now. Warm breeze move the flowers behind them and the sounds of crickets filled the night. It was dark already and the moon and fire set up served as the only source of lighting. Everyone sat around a table, close to each other, with big smiles on their faces.Lilian sit in her wheelchair, soft blanket on her lap. She look peaceful while talking to Olive who was beside her.Mrs. Smith laugh at something Damien said. “You boys never change,” she said.Mr. Smith nod, sipping wine. “Well, at least they're laughing now. It's been a long road.”Adam Taylor sit nearby, watching his daughter, Olive. He smile proud. “And she’s qstronger now,” he said.Dain raise his glass to the air. “To new beginnings.”Derek added, “To family.”Damien grinned from ear to ear, “To love.”They all laugh and clinked glasses together while cheering along.Olive sit quietly, holding her baby, Iris. The little one was just four months old, but her presence brought peace to everyone. She yawn
Beeping sounds flooded into Olive's head, disrupting her sleep. The noise from something like a heart monitor and chatters seemed to be serving as a disturbance.People seemed to be talking at a far distance. Sometimes it faded into a blur but other times, it felt too loud. Too loud that it was messing with her. She wanted to growl out some complaints and tell them to tune down the voices in her head. Olive tried to move her lips but it felt more difficult than moving a mountain. Her lips seemed to have been glued or tied with a gag. Just then, a sickening exhaustion came from far deep inside of her, swallowing her consciousness. dragging her into a dark abyss, her ears tuning out every sound. A few hours later, Olive seemed to be jolted. Questions formed in her head but to pry her eyes open was sort of impossible. She couldn't even control her body anymore. As if she was in the body of someone else—She felt a squeeze on her hand, the hot touch almost made her flinch but her thro
Logan had a dark look on his face as he stared at the Italian man who was smirking back at him.Damien and the others joined to search the ship and till now,they couldn't find anything. The search went on and the sea police officers were beginning to give up the search."Nothing yet." Derek whispered to Logan while glaring at the Italian man who looked like a thug. Behind the Italian man were several other men looking like gangsters.Logan hissed. The Italian man said something to his men in Italian language before facing Logan. "I hope you all are satisfied now??" His accent was getting in the way.Logan didn't indulge him. His eyes went to the Officers who came out. They shook their heads. " We found nothing,Sir." The head officer said with a straight face.Logan's eyes went to Damien for confirmation. Damien nods his head in agreement. Truly they found nothing. Logan's eyes sank. He threw a look at the Italian man who won't stop smirking as if that was his default expression. Loga
"Even if you kill me now, your daughter and your son's wife would still be killed. Trust me!" Mr Scott scoffed, as he struggled with the chains trapped in his hands behind him. The chair staggered as he tried to free himself. Mr Smith grinned as he stared at Mr Scott. Amelia was at the other side of the room, whimpering In fear. She never expected her father to go to so many lengths for her. Things had turned bloody and messy now. "What did you do to them??" Mr Smith asked. His hand glided against the small sharp knife in his hand, amusement flashing in his eyes. Eyes that held killing intents. He was now another badass old man. Not fickle or frail. He was sinister. Like a predator, looking at its prey with a delirious face. Mr Scott scoffed loudly. "Simple. I sold them off." Just as he said those words, the head of Elite team, Mr Crowd landed a punch on his face.Amelia screamed at the top of her lungs. "Dad!!" Her cries echoed in the dark room, in the middle of nowhere. A dung
"What's that?" A middle-aged man with white hair and a brown beard with a thick British accent spoke. He was standing in front of the ship with the sailor, his eyes narrowed. Several men with guns came out of the ship and stood with the British man. Their eyes caught the boats and ferries that had come near theirs. "Oh shit." They quickly recognized the men to be marine police and Coast Guard officers. The British man nudged the others. "Go hide your guns, fuckers! We can't afford to let anything happen." He whispered quickly. The men rushed back inside to inform the others who were playing cards inside the ship. "Marin police and coast guards caught up with us! Men." They quickly scattered to hide their weapons in the underground drawer. "Fuck fuck fuck." An Italian man grumbled. "How do they know that we would be smuggling some slaves across the sea today?? Mr Scott assured us that nothing was going to go wrong!" "He doesn't hold more power on the sea." Another man snar
"It can't be." Logan shoved the idea quickly. "Maverick and some men should check the southern shore and inspect that vehicle." "Okay, sir!"Derek and Dain quickly butted in. "We want to participate too." Damien stepped in. "Same here." Their faces were tightened in resolve. "Of course." Logan smiled warmly. "You trio, Scott, and a few others will come with me. Though we'll have to split up at some point." "What's the plan?" Logan quickly briefed them on the idea he had in mind. They gave their opinions and soon, all was set. Ready to go find their own. ☆☆☆☆☆☆"You all set?" Mr Smith asked the few men he had assembled in his living room. The twenty men were dressed in all-black outfits. They were the Smith Elite teams, only controlled by Mr Smith. Logan had no control over them because their sole loyalty lies with the head of the family. It was a team passed down from generation to generation. If Mr Smith dies, the teams will start to answer to Logan who will be the head of the