"We are gonna have to deal with that matter later, I Just got a call, my grandfather is in the hospital right now" Ben uttered in a worried tone. "Alright I'll take you there" Levi suggested. They both got into the car and drove off. After a while, they arrived at a private hospital, which was in the city center. Ben walked in with Levi following behind him, he inquired about the room his Grandfather had been put in and was directed there. It was an exquisite room for VVip patients, only those with a connection to the hospital owners were allowed in. He walked into the room, an old man was lying on the Bed while a nurse was administering intravenous drips to him. "Didn't think it would take me being one leg into the grave to see your face again, boy" His rusty, old voice echoed through the room, His eyes darted at Ben who just walked in, and then to Levi who greeted him with a nod. The elderly man possessed bright eyes, spotting a field of gray hair on his aged scalp, his forehe
Ben stayed in the room for quite some time before he stood up to leave. "Take care of yourself, Grandpa, I can't have you missing your check-ups for absolutely no reason""No need to worry, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, I've been doing that for years before you even took your first breath. For a young man, you shouldn't be such a nag, your complaints are more likely to drive me to an early grave " He responded, trying to put to rest any anxiety that Ben had about his health."Alright then, I'll tell Steve to keep an eye on you at all times" Ben Suggested.His old eyes darted at Ben, who acted as if he did not hear a word he just said."Suit yourself then" he said before re-adjusting himself on the bed to lie down. "You can go now, I need to rest" he brushed him off and then continued. "Any more word from you and I might just kick the bucket" The shrewd old man joked, he seemed to find some sort of relief in making light of death, perhaps that came with old age. "I'
Aliyah could only imagine how the other person would look at this moment—if only she knew, or maybe it was better if she didn't know. She shivered with each step he took in her direction. "W...why are you stained with so much blood?" She stammered, her eyes darting from his face to his shirt continuously, internally wondering why he kept on coming close to her when he was this stained. Feeling more courage to speak out, she asked again "How did you get so much blood on you? d...did you get into a fight—" Her question seemed ridiculous but she couldn't help but ask considering Ben could be violent at times, but even if he was—she was almost certain that the second party would have gotten more injury. She pursed her lips, taking a step back before asking, "Why are you coming closer?—" Before she could complete her sentence she was interjected.He gained in on her, with his mouth next to her ear causing her to close her eyes for a second not sure what he was trying to do, all sh
Aliyah strolled hesitantly across the corridor and headed back to the living room, as soon as she turned the corner, she met his piercing gaze, fixated on her as she moved closer. Ben was seated on the couch with his legs crossed, she wondered why he was still shirtless, perhaps he had the sudden urge to remain topless this evening. She was gone for quite a while and Ben had more than enough time to go back to his room, get something to wear, and return to the living room, but he did not. He just sat there waiting, unclad, for reasons only he knew the answers to. She could feel the heat from the lasers he was shooting from his eyes. "How long are you gonna leave my limited editions togs lying on the floor?" his words jolted her out of her thoughts, "W—W—What?" She asked in a low and submissive tone, still in a daze. "Get my Shirt off the fucking floor!" he snapped at her, Aliyah did not know when her legs moved on their own toward where she had thrown his shirt, on the ground, It
********"Sir, we have searched everywhere and there is no sign of it, all his houses and hidden properties, even the ones acquired under false names""Damn you Peter. Even in your grave, you are being a thorn in my side, huh?" The grumpy middle-aged man muttered to himself, as he peered out of his window. "You are probably somewhere up in hell making fun of me now, aren't ya?" he gave a thousand-yard stare. "Sir, there is one more thing I have to tell you." he turned in curiosity about his assistant's words."What is it about?" his brows furrowed in anticipation. "The only possibility left is his dau—"Ring! His mobile buzzed, it wasn't a text but a call. He raised a hand to cut him off. And picked up the phone to his ear. "Hello, who am I speaking with?" he asked in curiosity, he was not expecting any calls this earlyAliyah's eyes widened at the familiar voice"Hello, Uncle Dave is that you? it's me, Aliyah" a low tired voice spoke from the phone, the middle-aged man's brow
She turned to him briefly, it felt like they could both see through their eyes, what was lying deep in their souls, away from the world. Ben stared at her, his gaze being nothing like it was yesterday, not tender, but more subtle, she thought about asking him again, she had no one to turn to, no one but him, and it was all clear to her now.Even if he was a raving lunatic whom she suspects to be a murderer, she was still willing to toss those thoughts aside and plead with him again. Her Uncle did not give a rat's ass about her or about making things right, that was the weighty fact she had to come to terms with, it was the truth laid bare. And she was going to have to deal with it somehow. She felt betrayed. Being next to him, was unsettling but, the words sat right on tip of her tongue and all she had to do was just say it, her eyes were already saying it on her behalf, but he wouldn't acknowledge such a thing, he had a heart of steel. "I-" Ben interjected before she could say a
It was now clear to her that his order was just an attempt to make her suffer because she could not stand the sight of blood. It felt like she was out of the lion's den as soon as she stepped out of the room, she stood there for a while and her eyes traveled to the clothes in her hands, since he wanted too much to throw them away now she would do just that. She retraced her steps back to where she had picked them from and tossed them back there. Then went back to the kitchen to brew his cup of coffee for him, when she was done she carried the cup, gently on the tray to go and give him in the study— as soon as she opened the door— that was when she noticed the scene, books were scattered across the floor, as if a tussle had ensued in here, but it was just Ben at his desk doing what he was doing like he did not notice this, although he seemed troubled on something as his gaze remained fixated on his laptop.What the hell happened here? She wondered. Aliyah's eyes shot from left to
Ben fiddled with the the glass cup filled to the top with whiskey, he brought the cup to his lips and gobbled it down his throat, his Adam's apple bobbling up and down, before he dropped the glass cup on the table with a slam. An annoying thought invaded his mind. Opposite where he sat was Karl who was fiddling with a pen in his own hand, while the other hand held a glass cup which he took his time, sipping slowly from, savoring the taste, and taking a sip again. His eyes darted to Ben who looked troubled somewhat, a very unusual expression on his face. "What's up? Seems like you've got a load of things on your table," Ben spared him a glance as he settled on the couch, waving his hands through his hair, "Is it business related? Or the other?" Karl asked, visibly worried, because he was well aware of the countless number of people trailing behind Ben recently. For one thing or the other —mostly negative things. "Nothing serious," Ben answered with a flip of his finger