Marcus was still on the run as he kept driving as fast as he could with the mindset that he could be followed by Julian’s men. After he drove for a far distance and realized he wasn't being followed, he brought his burner phone and dialed his father’s contact and it answered. “Dad, I was able to escape,” Marcus quickly said over the phone.“Good! We've been trying to get in touch with you….. If you know what's best for you and want your father alive, come to the address you'll receive,” Marve said over the phone and hung up. Marve texted the address to Xavier’s place to Marcus and handed the burner phone over to Xavier. “Do you think he'll show up?” Marve asked. “I guess we'll see how much he loves his father,” Xavier said as he turned his attention to me. “You see at first, I heard that Julian had abducted a famous painter and I wondered, what could he possibly do with a famous painter to have her kidnapped? Keep her as his play thing? Make her paint a couple of plagiarized artw
There was a lot going through my mind now, my father who I considered dead is alive and well before me. “No—no—no, something must be wrong with me. I must be seeing things.” I said to convince myself. “I hate to interrupt your little reunion but I need to get to business,” Xavier said and turned towards Davidson who had sign of emotions.“Mr Davidson, we get to meet again and this time around, quite unplanned,” Xavier said. “Xavier, I can explain,” Davidson implored. “I think its a little too late for explanation don't you think? You and your son had just one little job to do, to get me Lexi!!. I just had to get her myself didn't I?” Xavier exclaimed. Another shock hit me, one that I wasnt expecting. “What—what do you mean his son?” I asked as I hoped to get an answer. “Sorry to ruin all of this for you princess but it is just as you heard. I'm sure you met this son of his a couple of times while he was in Julian’s mansion didn't you? Whats his name again?” Xavier turned and a
Marve led me back to my room and I immediately laid down on the bed as I was already exhausted. The bandage round my stomach was already soaked with my blood as it required dressing. “I'll get you a nurse to dress up the wound,” Marve said. He decided to take his leave when I called back his attention. “Why did you do that?” I asked inquisitively. “What do you mean?” Marve asked as though he had no idea what I meant. “You lied about not seeing Julian in the car with me……you could have ended Julian’s life and made your boss happy and proud but you didn't,” I said. “Lets just say I am my own man and I get to make my own choices. I'll send the nurse,” Marve said this and exited the room. A certain kind of sadness befell me and I thought about Julian and Frederick in that moment. **************************************************************************** *JULIAN’S MANSION* Mr Walter, the head security, helped Frederick open the door to Julian’s room and they both entered
It wasn’t enough that I found out at a young age that I was adopted when I was five years old, now I have to live with the fact that my foster father who had been dead all those years suddenly showed up alive and sold me to the highest bidder for money and his own gains— Sometimes I wished my foster mom was alive, she wouldn’t have allowed all of this happen. A number of new white canvases, oil paints and brushes were sent to the room where I was locked in. There was no end to this cycle, I got kidnapped by Julian and started painting, now I’ve been kidnapped again by Xavier and forced to paint again, that left me to wonder if all of this would ever end. I was sure that the end with Xavier would be a lot worse than with Julian. I picked up the paint brush and remembered the time I drew my first strokes while I was with Julian. I took a seat before the canvas, my thoughts about Julian swirling in my mind. I knew that I needed a way to figure out what happened to Julian and how he
I waited for him to say something but he didn’t. “I guess it’s a very painful memory…. I have one too, I mean a painful memory not a scar,” I said immediately.“I don’t think you’re in any position to share stories with me. I am only here because I want to, not because you want me to be there,” Marve said to cut off that conversation. “Of course, I am sorry I got carried away…. You just seemed like someone I could share it with. Truth is, I actually wanted to ask you about Julian….you were the last person who saw him after the accident.” I said. “Maybe I should have just shot him dead……then you’d forget about him and do what you’re asked to do to save your life,” Marve said indifferently. “And I have come to understand why you didn’t when you could have…..Look, I am not trying to question your choices, I just want to know if he's okay.” I said.“I also want you to understand that I don't know anything about Julian after I left the scene……I took you and left them there, I am sure h
Slowly his finger tweaked, his eyes opened and his view slightly blurry. Julian opened his eyes now and was still dazed, unsure of what had happened and what state he was in. He tried to let out some words but found it a bit difficult as his throat felt coarse and clogged as he had been asleep for long. He gave it another trial and finally the words came out slowly and hoped to be heard. “Waa—water,” Julian said slowly. The words echoed lowly but couldn't reach whoever was outside his door so he tried again and this time around made it a bit more loud. “Can—can I-I get water?” Julian asked. Fortunately, the guard standing outside Julian’s room heard part of what he said and quickly came into the room. Surprised to see Julian awake on the bed and asking for water, he quickly radioed the head security. “Sir, Mr Julian is awake!” the guard let out happily with a smile and ran out of the room to get a glass of water. The next time he came back, he came with the doctor, Frederick a
I finally made up my mind and decided to take the chance and meet this person who is said to have so much interest in me. I was finally dressed in the black dress, a pair of flat shoes and styled my hair into a low bun, I had my hair in a ponytail in the past days. . I sat right there on the high stool before my half painted canvas, with no idea of how I wanted to escape. I sat and waited for me to be called downstairs, I can’t take the chance of going down before I was called. The door creaked open and a guard walked in. “You’re needed downstairs,” the guard said as he opened the door wider for me to pass through. I stood from the bed and walked out the room, followed by the guard and we both went downstairs. I stepped into the dining room and I could see Xavier seated at the other end of the dining table with a pretentious smile on his face as he beckoned me to come over with his hand. Then I saw the back figure of another man seated at the opposite end of Xavier’s seat. I cou
Julian sat at the balcony of the house, a glass and a bottle of whiskey set on the table right beside him. The head security walks in, eager to share information. “Sir, I've been able to look into Marcus. Turns out Miss Lexi and Marcus are related,” the head security reported. “What do you mean they are related?” Julian asked as he sat up from the resting chair. “Marcus is Miss Lexi’s step older brother. On the records, it says Marcus lost both his parents in a car accident but one of our men overheard him talking on the phone with someone he addressed as 'dad'," the head security said. “Are you saying his parents didn't die in the accident and he knows?” Julian asked. “Actually, I confirmed his mother's death but the father's death hasn't been traced so my guess is yes, his father is still very much alive and communicating with him,” the head security said.“Anything you could find about Lexi?” Julian asked. “The only document I could find about her was her adoption papers, she
I slightly adjusted on the bed and opened my eyes slowly, the rays of the morning sun shone right on my face as I squinted my eyes to avoid direct light. I rubbed one of my eye with my left hand as though that would clear the sleep in my eye as I looked around and saw Julian fast asleep right by my bed side. He had held my hand over the night and fallen asleep while seated, with his head rested on the edge of the bed. I looked at him with so much warmth and knew within me that there was no way I could ever get away from this attachment I have toward him.I gently caressed his face, traced my fingers all the way from his forehead to his ear and to his beards and this woke him up.At first he looked at me as though it was a dream and when he realized I was truly there on the bed, his eyes shined and sparkled with so much care.“Are you okay? How’s your ankle?” Julian asked now as he sat up on the chair and I did the same on the bed, a duvet covered me halfway. “I am fine…..I am just s
Marcus was busy and diligent with what he was doing. He and five other ball boys were in the part of the abandoned ship that was used to package Xavier’s drugs. They all wore nose masks as they were busy packing and wrapping the drugs in small transparent satchets and also in small quantities. “Did you hear about the disturbance yesterday?” One of the ball boys who wore a black face cap said. “What disturbance?” The other ball boy asked still busy with what he was doing. Marcus overheard them from where he was busy with his packaging and decided to pay attention. “I heard some girl got taken from the boss’s mansion.” The ball boy with the face cap said. “Some girl? Are you sure she didn’t run away?” The other ball boy asked. Marcus still paid attention but didn’t think anything of some girl being taken until he heard the other ball boy respond. “I heard she’s some painter that was kidnapped by the boss……I also heard she’s painting him a top coded artwork” the ball boy with the
Marve was seen seated on the bonnet of his car smoking a cigarette when Mateo approached him. “The kid seems eager to work……he’s been at it since morning, is he trying to prove his worth to Xavier that bad,” Mateo asked. “Put him to more work if he’s so eager,” Marve said and hopped down from where he sat. “You don’t like that he’s here? Is he related to you?” Mateo asked out of curiosity. “Like you said, he’s just a kid trying to prove his worth….so help him do just that” Marve said.“How’s it look? The goods” Marve asked.“The ball boys are quite good at offloading them off the ship, we’ve been able to ship some of the stuff out of the country” Mateo said.“I need to head back” Marve said as he looked at his watch and the time read 8:50 pm.“I actually found it odd that you’ve been here since you came in the morning…. I didn’t think you’d stay till this late. Got any issues back at Xavier’s?” Mateo asked.“I needed to clear my head……keep your eyes on the kid, I am outta here” Ma
It was a couple of minutes to the said time for getting me out from Xavier’s mansion. Klaus and his men were ready and all set as they headed into their car while Julian followed as well. Klaus made contact with one of their men in Xavier’s mansion and gave them the time for the secret passage be opened. They were all dressed in black outfit, used a black nose cover and a black full face cover. Julian had picked up his silent gun and also stuck a pen knife right beside his sock before he got into the car with the other three as they drove off. They finally drove and parked at a spot not too far from the mansion and walked over to the secret entrance. Klaus led the way while the other two and Julian followed from behind and indeed there was a secret passage and it was already opened. They all got into the mansion now as they moved sneakily to avoid attention. Using the house blueprint, Klaus found his way to the house entrance and stabbed one of the guards by the door while one of h
Marcus finally broke free from the hands that pulled him away from the offender. Marcus then pushed the man out of his way as he exited the bar and in the process made an object drop from the man’s pocket. The man bent and picked up the object and apparently it was his identity card—he was a detective. Detective Garrett was a fairly dark skinned man in his early forties, his dark hair was on a low cut with black shiny beards that ran from one jawline to the other. He had no wife, no kids and just work. He’s been working on a particular case that is linked to Lexi's biological parents and a missing technology. He stood there in the bar as he looked outside and watched Marcus get on his bike and zoomed off. ****************************************************The morning brought forth three of Stronach’s men as promised to Julian’s gate as they were allowed into the vast compound and led into the main house. “Our Krestny Otets(godfather) wants us to help you get your girl out” the t
In total darkeness, Mr Thompson found his hand into his pocket and brought out his phone as the screen came on and shone some dim light on his face and he called his son Marcus. The phone rang all through and Marcus didn’t pick up. He called again as he walked towards his car and got in, still, Marcus didn’t pick up. He dialed the number one more time and dropped the phone on the passenger seat, started the car and drove out of under the bridge and while he drove, Marcus picked up. “Marcus! Why weren’t you picking?!” Mr Thompson vented out.“I was busy” Marcus said without remorse.“Busy?” Mr Thompson asked.“Yes, and I will be a lot more busy from today onward” Marcus said. “Busy with what Marcus? I want you to be extra careful, I don’t want you going around getting into a mess that would cost me!” Mr Thompson said, both hands still on the steering wheel. “Is that all I mean to you Dad?” Marcus asked. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Mr Thompson asked. “Never mind” Marcus chan
Julian finally drove home at night after making different findings about Dmitri. He drove into his compound and was welcomed by the head of security. “Welcome boss,” the head security said and collected Julian’s small luggage. Julian without wasting much time headed into the house, into his study and into his hidden room. He took off just his shirt and went into the bathroom with his black pants. He stood right there, under the shower, water drizzling down on his hair and down his well built body. He ran his wet dark wavy hair with his hands, moving the water flow down to the back of his shoulders and revealed a more broader shoulder and a tattoo of a snake wrapped around a sword at the center of his back, a scar slanting from behind his lower back to his waist; it was an old scar. He stood there in the shower getting soaked with water for a while as he hoped to recollect himself. He was finally done and came out of the shower and into the room in a white bathrobe. He then came ou
Xavier had exhausted his cigarette now as he quenched it in the cigarette plate. He picked up the cigarette pack and brought out another stick and gestured it towards Marcus. “Here, have a smoke with me,” Xavier said and gave Marcus the cigarette and then lit it for him with his lighter. Marcus held the lit cigarette with two of his fingers and took a puff. “There are so many ways for you to be a man and not just a man, a man that is feared, just like me.” Xavier said. “Sometimes you gotta move away from your father’s shadow to see how much you are capable of,” Xavier said again. “I remember you mentioned killing a man, was that the very first?” Xavier asked. Marcus recalled the event and inhaled the smoke through the wrong pipe and coughed out. “It-it was self defense,” Marcus answered with a raspy voice as he tried to clear his throat. “Easy boy, things like this shouldn’t flinch you…….these are things that build you up to a man!” Xavier said. Marcus now put out the cigaret
The next morning Julian was ready to drive back home since the purpose of him being in Ontario had been carried out by someone else. He picked up his small bag, picked up his gun and lodged it at the waist of his trousers and then headed to his car. He got into his car, brought out the gun from behind and put it in the compartment box, then his phone rang—it was Stronach. “Hey my friend…… you didn’t call me back to report,” Stronach said in his Russian accent. “I was just about to do that,” Julian responded. “Well, is he dead?” Stronach asked. “Yes, he’s been taken care of” Julian said.“Good, good….. I will send three of my men to your address tomorrow to go save tvoya devushka(your girl). They will handle the matters of getting in and out of Xavier’s mansion…..Poka!(Bye)” Stronach said and hung up. Julian placed the phone in the phone compartment and buckled his seat belt before he kickstarted the car and drove off. ************************************************************