A talented painter, Lexi Thompson, is kidnapped by a notorious gang leader, Julian Blackwood, and she is given 60 days to paint a duplicate of a priceless artwork. As Lexi works to meet up with the deadline, she uncovers mysterious secrets about Julian's family, her troubled past and her parents demise whose deaths were linked to the painting she was asked to make a replica of. Lexi and Julian navigate through tough situations from rival gangs, their prohibited love becomes the greatest danger of all. Will they overcome their troubled pasts and trust each other, or will the secrets unveiled tear them apart?
View MoreJulian has finally gotten to the border of Russia as the chopper dropped him off there and flew back home as he could not pass through the border without proper means. Just like Stronach said, there was already a pick up ride waiting for Julian at the border the moment.He came down from the chopper with his backpack and walked towards the pick up ride as there was a man waiting by the car.“You must be Mr Julian….I will be the one to drop you off at Mr Stronach’s,” the aide said.“How far is it from here?” Julian asked.“Not far enough to disturb your peace on the journey, shall we?” the aide said as he gestured his hands for Julian to get into the car.Julian got into the car with his back pack and they drove past the border and to Stronach’s. The aide drove for a while and finally we arrived at Stronach’s. Julian and the aide finally got to Stronach’s as he was led into the compound and then to where Stronach was, busy grooming one of his horses. “Ah! my business partner Julian!…
Frederick called Mr Blackwood the moment I got carried away.“I’ve done what you wanted, please tell me where my brother is” Frederick said. “ I will tell you where your brother has been moved to. I am a man of my word and a generous one, Julian, might not be so much” Mr Blackwood said and hung up.Frederick later received a text message from Mr Blackwood and it was the location of his younger brother and this was after Mr Blackwood had confirmed my location with the two men before Detective Garrett arrived. Frederick ran into the car and drove off as fast as he could to the location that was sent to him.He finally arrived and it was a private hospital, he went into the hospital and after he asked for the ward number where his brother was moved to, he went straight there and found his brother bedridden with a private caretaker. The caretaker excused herself and left the two brothers. Frederick came closer and sat next to his brother’s bed and held his right hand.“I am sorry, I s
“But why?……There is no reason for Frederick to do such a thing” I said.“Well there is always a reason behind everything. Why don’t we start with what Mr Blackwood wants with you?” Detective Garrett asked as he sat on the chair while I sat on the bed.“Mr Blackwood? How do you know of Mr Blackwood and how do you know he has anything to do with this?” I asked.“You seem to ask a lot of questions young lady……I found the phone call logs of one of the men that kidnapped you and the last call made was to a number saved as Mr Blackwood, does that answer your question?” Detective Garrett said.“How do you know Mr Blackwood? You haven’t answered that” I said.“How I know Mr Blackwood doesn’t matter…..you know Mr Blackwood but you don’t seem surprised that he sent men to kidnap you, why is that?” Detective Garrett asked curiously.“Because it’s not the first time” I said.“What do you mean? You have been kidnapped before?” Detective Garrett asked.“It’s a long story and I don’t think I have th
I sat there in the backseat as we drove fast and past trees, the fresh air up against my face as I inhaled and exhaled. The thought of painting such beautiful scenery occupied my mind and before I could finalize that thought, we had gotten into the city. Bubbling and quite busy but not so busy.We drove past cafes, restaurants, bookshop, art galleries, marts, precincts and every other thing that could be found in a city. We finally arrived at an art gallery and I was quite eager to step in and feed my eyes with artworks and creativity. I had finished admiring the pieces I was attracted to now and I just knew it was time to eat as my stomach had been rumbling.“Can we grab something to eat? I am so hungry right now” I said to Frederick who was still lost in the works of art he had seen.“Yeah sure. I am sorry, I should have made arrangements for that…there is a spot that I visit when I am here” Frederick said as we stepped out and got back inside the car and went to the new location
Walker prepped the chopper as he was told as he stayed by it until Julian’s arrival. Julian finally got to the helipad.“Good morning sir…….I wasn't aware of this trip, I would have prepped things earlier” Walker said.“Its fine Walker….have you notified Stronach of my coming?” Julian said as he tapped him on the shoulder and then threw his back pack into the chopper.“Yes sir, there will be a pick up car at the border……is there any task you'd like me to perform while you are away sir?” Walker asked.“Just keep your eyes on Xavier, we can't have him making any sudden moves” Julian said. “Will do sir” Walker said.“You are going to be taking orders from Fred and keep him updated cause he'll be the closest to you” Julian said as he got into the chopper and sat right next to the pilot.The pilot turned on the necessary engines and took off. Just then Frederick walked to the helipad but the chopper had taken off so he only met Walker there.“He’s gone?” Frederick asked.“Yes sir, he took
“I’ll explain when I am done with all of this,” Detective Garrett said.“What do you mean when you are done with all of this?… what exactly are you getting into Karl?” Detective Mike asked.“I just need you to trust me Mike, can you do that?” Detective Garrett asked.Detective Mike sighed but deep down he knew that he wasn't going to get Detective Garrett speak up about the sudden transfer. “Fine, I'll trust you and hope that you get to the bottom of whatever it is you're pursuing,” Detective Mike said. *********************************************************Back To The Present “That one call made everything come crumbling down,” Detective Garrett said.“I'm really sorry about Frieda, I had no idea you had this deep reason behind all of this,” the informant said.“I have been on this case for a while now and getting concrete evidence against the Blackwoods is my utmost priority” Detective Garrett said. “And I am happy to help with whatever you need,” the informant said.“Thank y
“You must be her uncle Karl, your number was the only emergency contact we found in her wallet……I’ll give you both some time” the morgue attendant said and exited the room. Detective Garrett began to sob in pain and deep hurt.“I’m so sorry pumpkin….I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you….I’m so sorry, please wake up and say something. I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry” Detective Garrett kept saying as he ran his hands over her face, still unable to believe that his only niece and relative left was gone. “How you must have felt all alone and scared pumpkin…..I shouldn’t have let you go, I shouldn’t have let you go” Detective Garret kept muttering as he held her body in his arms and wept profusely. Just then the pen recorder fell out of Frieda’s pocket and Detective Garrett remembered he gave it to her and then held onto it instead as he wailed while holding her body. After a couple of long minutes with his niece, Detective Garret was finally able to let go of her body for the morgue
Xavier stood there and looked over Frieda’s body.“What were you thinking huhh?…..I had wanted to give you a painless death, I guess you got it,” Xavier said.“Get rid of her quietly,” Xavier ordered the other man and he did as he was told.Xavier approached Marve now.“Directly from the boss huhh??” Xavier said to Marve but he didn’t say a word.“Well while you’re under my watch……you only report and respond to me, I alone am your boss! Now is that clear?” Xavier asked.“Yes sir,” Marve said.“Have that treated or it’ll infest,” Xavier said as he picked up his jacket and they all exited the lodge.**********************************************************Detective Garrett was done with work and was home now. He had been expecting a call from Frieda as regards the auctioning she went for with her new client but yet there was no call from her. Detective Garrett deemed it that she was probably caught up with other things and decided to not overthink it. But then two days passed and yet
“It’s pretty simple, paint the damn replica or you die. We don’t have to be dramatic about it” Xavier said.“Please don’t kill me, I am as good as dead the moment I paint the replica. Please let me go and I won’t say a word” Frieda pleaded.“Agree to paint the replica and you won’t have to die, it’s quite simple don’t you think?” Xavier said. “Why does it have to be me?” Frieda asked.“You were the easiest to trick into buying one of your pieces, what’d did you call it? Resonance?” Xavier said and burst into laughter and went away to the restroom. It was at this point that Frieda knew that she had woefully made a grave mistake and there seem to be no way out. She suddenly remembered her uncle’s words to be careful and wished she had just listened to her head instead of her heart. In the process of regretting her decisions, Frieda felt a slight bulge in the back pocket of her jeans and remembered that she had put the pen recorder Detective Garrett had given her as a present the last
I pushed open the brown wooden door and stepped into my studio, a sense of excitement rushed all over my body as I was eager to start work on the next painting. I shut the door right after me with my left hand while holding a cup of coffee on my right. Setting the cup of my coffee down on the table filled with different sketches of paintings, paint brushes, and some disorganized books about painting, I reached out my handbag and hung it on the bag holder by the wall. A number of finished paintings lay on the wall by the floor and a couple more hung on the wall. A few were finished, a few unfinished and a few were client's orders to be picked up. I always made my paintings from scratch and my mind and never copied anyone’s work no matter the amount a client was willing to pay. I pulled off my trench coat, leaving my black shirt and a pair of deep blue jeans on a pair of boots on and pulled a stool closer to an empty canvas I had already set and sat. I took a sip of the coffee and pi...
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