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No matter how Drake pleaded, no matter how desperate he sounded, Franklin refused to show mercy. He had people everywhere. And in a place like the Maldives, he had even more. By the time Franklin ended the call, Drake was shaken to his core. Franklin was already making arrangements, already preparing to meet him the moment Drake set foot in Manhattan. Then Frederick’s call came through. Franklin stared at the screen for a brief second before answering. “What’s going on, Fred?” There was no warmth in his voice. No brotherly affection. Just tolerance. “Frank,” Frederick said carefully, “I need a favor.”

"I was living off Cassandra. She fed me and clothed me." "Then get a job!” "Get a job, Frederick," I said, setting the cup down a little too harshly, breaking the silence that had briefly bloomed. "I worked for eight years. At first, it was running errands, and then it was waiting tables. If I can do it as the mafia princess, you can do it as well. And if you need a job, I'm sure you have friends you can talk to. Or better yet, talk to your parents."

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In that occasion, she looked pitiable for me. Having sympathy to those people who were destined to fight me, was just a weakness. I didn't want to show my weakness anymore, because it would be an impediment in gaining my freedom. At the same time, I realized that seeking for freedom was never been easy, it needed an enormous sacrifice, bravery and patience.

His words tumbled out in a torrent, a desperate attempt to shield me from the darkness that lurked within him. I could feel the anguish in his voice, a pain that masqueraded as fury, a cry that echoed through the chambers of his heart as he beheld my countenance frozen in terror, my eyes wide with a mixture of fear and disbelief, my very soul recoiling in horror. "I'm free..." I whispered, the words tasting like honey and ash on my lips. "Free from slavery, a wish I could only dream of, and now it's given to me... my freedom."

Frederick retorted sarcastically, "You're right! I do intend to rub it in. How you interpret that is up to you! In any case, the Yorks must issue a public apology. Zeke, you must publicly apologize to the laborers!" "Frederick!" Jennifer's face immediately darkened. Normally, Frederick would back down when things got heated. However, he was completely different today. But Frederick retorted, "Ms. York, there's no need to persuade me. Though you didn't have the best childhood, you were still privileged to study abroad in developed countries. You don't understand the hardships of common people. "Imagine if your father was a laborer, and he came home every day covered in dust and blood just to

a voice from behind called, I looked saw that it was Frederick, who was sporting a rather mischievous smile on his face, which was something he had worn his since New Capua. “You’re alive! You lucky bastard” He says as he punches my shoulder. “Ow, That arm is wounded damn it!” I said as I winced in pain “I know, well doesn’t matter you’re lucky as hell. Now follow me, there’s been a notice for the company to up at the mess dump.” The mess dump was a set of crates and barrels of varying sizes. They contained all the water and food we needed. “So Frederick, whatever happened to that nobleman we were supposed to arrest?” “Arrest? We were sent in to escort him. Change of orders the Captain said.

“Bring it on, huh?" The pleasant man cleared his throat and threw his face to the other side of the garden, and Frederick returned to his bragging about dealing with Nicholas, ending my school day with a smile. .******************* I went home with my armies, looking diminished. My fatigue was beyond contention, and I went on my food with agility. I should be at the point of having no appetite, except I didn’t lose it. Thanks to Freddy and his consolation, I found my way to the kitchen on returning.

There, in Frederick's messy handwriting, I could read the new threat he was making: "Hannah, you bitch, pay attention, you got me locked up again and I want to beat you to death for it, but I'm willing to let it go because I'm a superior man and very generous. So, you slut, you're going to the police station and you're going to change your statement, you're going to say I never hit you and that you made all this up because you're bitter that I broke up with you and you're going to say it was that shitty little friend of yours who planted those drugs on me. And do what I'm telling you quickly, because I don't have much patience, you know, but I have many friends on the street and they're all

My vision was blurred, and my legs were wobbly like jelly. "Get up!" Frederick yelled and pulled me up. "Get up and fight me, Franklin." I was barely on my feet again when he kicked me. "It's all we've ever lived and fought for, isn't it?" He said. "Now I am telling you to fight me. Fight me and let's see who is the most powerful. If you win, you do whatever you want. But if i win, I will have your head, your family and your damned pack. All of you. Get up now and fight me."