ALEXWhat was I supposed to think or say?At that moment she snatched her hands from me, I had felt my world crumbling. I wasn’t sure what to think or what to say. I just know I was about to lose a great deal of what matters to me.But wait, this isn’t ought to be at all, it shouldn’t be because I was not supposed to feel any remorse, I wasn’t supposed to apologize, this was supposed to be the part where I change it all and become the dominant. This was the part where I was supposed to pull out my gun and drag her back to the cottage then use her as a pawn to get my father to do what I wanted; and that was getting the Crow Cartel. Now that I know he wasn’t even the initial owner of the cartel, I could use Sofia as my weapon to fight with Blake Crow. But no, I didn’t do that. As the son of Blake Crow, I didn’t do that, instead, I told her I was Alexander Crow and was the son of the man that murdered her parents and I even told her I was sorry and that I didn’t know that it was Blake w
ALEX“Trust me when I say I didn't kill them,” I heard my father say again. I tried to block his words out of my ears and focus on the situation on the ground. If he said that he didn't kill Sofia's parents, then who did?I was confused. All my life I have been qaàawith Blake and I have known him as a man of his words. He definitely doesn't lie. That was what he hated mostly; lies. He could kill anyone who lied to him so he doesn't indulge lies from anyone. I remember a time when I was 5, still bubbling and still very active with the youthfulness coursing through my veins. I was still so young and telling lies was the only way I got my escape from Blake Crow. I lied to him to get away from punishment, I lied to him to stay strong, I lied to him to 'look’ strong. I lied almost all the time and once he caught me, he took me to the Crow Den and made me stand directly in front of a blindfolded man. From where I stood, I could see that the man was badly battered. I couldn't see his fac
ALEXEvery waking day was hell for me. She was gone and I was here, not sure how to confront her. What was I going to say? How would I explain to her that I knew nothing about the fact that my own father killed her parents?And that notion wasn’t even cleared. My father keeps swearing to me that he didn’t kill them. I wasn’t sure what to believe anymore. The evidence points to him as the killer yet he was hell bent on the notion “I didn’t kill them.” But what if he was right after all? But then, the Griffin gave my father the cartel even before Anthony was born, that means they didn't really do much of atrocities. And if they did, it would come from Sofia mother’s side, since the cartel originated from her maternal side.Her parents probably made more enemies than friends and my father was the only one cunny enough to take away what mattered to them mostly. I took a deep breath as I decided to do something about this. I needed to explain some things to her, I needed to redeem mysel
ALEXI looked at Sofia and said, “be calm. This is probably from my father, I’m sorry about that but I’ll see to it.”I told her and faced the person. “You’re from the Crow Cartel, aren’t you? You must know me and know that I don’t kill but I discipline. I’ll begin by unmasking you.”At that the person began to shake and it further increased my curiosity. This wasn’t anyone I knew so why was the person so scared?“Alex, the police…” I heard Sofia say again. “Go lock the door, now.”Sofia obeyed and she was back in no time. I had kept the gun out of reach so she was safe and I was safe. I then prepared myself to unmask the attacker. I opened the mask that the attacker was wearing, my heart pounding in my chest. I wasn’t sure what to expect but nevertheless I had to do what I had to do. So, I was ready. The moment the mask came off, I froze. My eyes widened, and I felt a jolt of shock surge through my body. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Staring right back at me was Sofia's ex
ALEXSofia's eyes met mine and then her sister’s, “who sent you to kill me, OIivia? I am your sister! Just why? Even if you were sent to kill me, how could you do that?”I watched them both, expecting an answer also to solve my own worries. Olivia gave her sister a look that says she absolutely hates her existence, the look was just too eerie to be given to someone who was related to you. I looked at Sofia, her own face and eyes calm and gentle. They were two different people with the same face and different attitudes. And their meeting just made everything look so tensed . I never imagined that a simple family gathering could take such a dark turn. It made me think about what it would be like if Anthony was alive and I was trying to kill him. We would really say things that we have buried deep in our minds and end up killing ourselves. Sofia’s innocent question got her sister laughing. I could hardly process the words leaving Olivia's mouth - words filled with hatred and a desir
SOFIA For the love of God!Tears welled up in my eyes as I just struggled to find the words to express the turmoil raging inside me. I didn’t even know the right question to ask her, words failed me, everything failed me. “Why, Olivia? Why would you do something so terrible?” My voice cracked with emotion as I confronted someone I called my sister.Olivia’s lips had curled into a cold smile, sending shivers down my spine. She looked different, like a real devil. And when she spoke, she spoke with hatred and anger. “They never understood me,” she said with chilling nonchalance. “They were always too busy doting on you, Sofia, like you were all they had. I was invisible to them, just a shadow in your light.”I shook my head in disbelief, unable to reconcile the image of the sister I thought I knew with the callous figure standing before me. Or let’s put it in this way, I knew that Olivia was different from me, she loved money, she loved attention, she loved men and the likes. But murde
SOFIA I listened to every bit of what my dear sister was saying. It was unbelievable but it was true, she was right and I hated myself for accepting that she was right. Still, she shouldn’t have killed our parents. “Justice isn't always black and white. These were lives destroyed, families shattered. Our parents were masters of deception. They had their chains in the law system and never would they be arrested. I couldn't let them continue their reign of darkness unchecked.”I wanted to argue, to find a flicker of hope amidst the chaos, but deep down, I understood her anguish. The magnitude of our parents' crimes weighed heavily upon my soul, and the mere thought of them walking free sent shivers down my spine. I watched the video and I was so sure it wasn’t their first. With what I heard, I knew I would never be the same, I had been entangled in a web woven with lies, betrayal, and bloodshed. The realisation that justice had been served sent a chill through my veins. But then, wa
SOFIA If this was a dream. Except that it wasn’t. I wasn’t sure if I was really the one listening or not. I just stared, her words went into my ears and settled there. The rest of what she was saying comfortably rang in my ears. “Our parents would never have given the mob to someone like you. You're too soft, Sofia. Too weak to handle the power and make difficult choices. They would have given it all to me, without a second thought."My heart thudded painfully in my chest. Was this the sister I thought I knew, or had she been hiding this darkness all along? I had always believed her to be bitchy, but this - this was a whole new level of cruelty. It cut deep, like a knife through my soul, tearing at the very fabric of our bond.I just listened to her, unable to say anything. A mocking laugh escaped her lips. "I wished they didn’t give that damned man the cartel, it would have been mine. You were weak, Sofia. You held them back. I did what was needed to be done for me to thrive. They