Author's POVRyan grumbled to himself as he scrolled through his phone, he has been trying to keep himself still since his discussion with Tom. Even though he is an actual tyrant in the house, his family have stayed dedicated to him for years and wouldn't do anything to go against him.Carla wouldn't try to harm him after everything they had gone through together and all the things he did for her. He had found Carla on the streets a lonely, beautiful orphan who seems to have nowhere else to go. And only him had been her saviour. Sucking his teeth, Ryan stretched his legs on the table drawing in a long amount of smoke before letting it out. He was high on the cigar, after taking more sticks than he usually does. He had made a call to the installation company for the recorder. However, he had called them to hold on for a while. Ryan still didn't want to do something he would regret, like the other day he had beaten Patrick to pulp. Causing Carla to confront him. In his puddle of thoug
Author's POVCollin and Seth stared in awe at the space they were in, they had no idea what a VIP space in a restaurant was like. To think they had always visited it and never knew it had such special features. Patrick and his mother were already seated when they got there. The both of them mumbled their greetings, bowing respectfully to the older woman. "It's nice to meet you both." Carla said with a smile. Ushering them to seat. Patrick stared at his mother, wondering why she has come all the way to his school demanding to see him and the friends he got involved in messing with his father's business. It had him worried a little bit, still he couldn't refuse her and had texted Collin and Seth to meet them at the restaurant next to school. Despite arriving early and probing his mother, she didn't say a word. "Will you tell us what it is now?" Patrick inquired, sounding eager. Carla rolled her eyes, "we can't just get talking without any refreshment. Stop acting so impatient." She
Author's POVMiranda shifted in her chair, staring out the study window. Nothing seem to be going well for her since a long while now. And neither does she feel motivated to move an inch or encourage herself. She inhaled, feeling exhausted. The door to the study opened, she could tell who it was from the sound of the leg and the familiar perfume. Cara pulled out the chair to sit in, clearing her throat. Miranda turned around in her chair."I see you have eventually gotten a free time from those two troublemakers." She laughed at her own joke. Cara tilted her head, observing her. "When was the last time you had a good meal? You look really pale."She kissed her teeth. "Don't mind me, I haven't been hungry this days." Exhaling, Cara moved to the edge of the chair. She could see the fading blue scar under Miranda's eyes. She has been hiding herself for a week, just to aid the healing of her swollen face. Cara had intentionally kept her distance to give Miranda time to herself. But, re
Alessia's POVOne thing I do not like is bumping into people discussing about me. Especially when I am in the most awful mood, like right now. I glared at Allen then back at Cara. "Why are you both discussing me?" I inquired, pulling out a stool for myself. Cara stared at me with a pitiful glance, "my pretty angel, we were just talking about the condition of the family and yours." "And even if you heard us discussing about you. There is nothing wrong with it." Allen blurted. I pushed at his forehead, "you lack everything that is regarded as manners. Shouldn't you feel awful for talking behind my back?" "You are my cousin, I will talk about you whichever way I want." He insistedI flicked my tongue at him, knowing he wouldn't give up. "All I know is, I won't be like my mother and get subjected to carrying burdens that are not mine." "Sure, I understand." Said Cara. "Who owns the food?" I gestured towards the tray Cara was arranging. "It for your mother, she hasn't been eating w
Collin's POVI chewed on the toast rapidly, swallowing at a full speed all in a bid to prevent Seth from thinking I would want to give him any part of my loot. I had practically smuggled the bread at such late hour to make toast. Ester doesn't like us eating so late into the night, always complaining about us bloating. We laugh to her face about it, because the only way we would ever get to bloat is if we choose to not leave the house. Seth glared at me as I kept humming delightfully to myself. "It won't kill you to share, I hope you know that?" He said. "I still don't understand why you came down stairs to meet me and ruin my lone moment. You can make the toast yourself, it won't take you any more than ten minutes."He stomped his feet, "but I don't want to, I might have lost my interest in it by then.""You think I really care? Keep playing around." I should have known I can't get past him that easily, the last piece didn't get lucky enough to reach the shore of my lips before it
Author's POVRyan boiled with anger as his eyes scanned the entire room. None of the frat members are regarding him the way they should. It's almost like they had all been seeking for an opportunity to get at him. He would have thought they would at least trust his opinion and decisions. He has been running the frat for almost three decades with no glitch and just one or say close to two heist failure had all of them running their mouth. "We are not letting this next heist happen, Ryan." The one Ryan despises the most, whom he usually refers to as rat faced Brian said. Thinning his lips, Ryan inhaled his smoke pretending to not hear anything. Giving Brian the room to keep talking with the silent go ahead from the rest of the men. "We have lost two important artifacts. The intention was to have control over this things and make them worthwhile. How are we so sure you aren't hoarding them to yourself with another unknown team."Murmurs of agreement bounces through the four corners of
Collin's POVI had thought the entire family moving like cow herds to Tephanie's house for dinner was just a mere joke. Charlie had woken up with a high spirit asking us to get ready for the day. I'm beginning to think there is an hidden motive behind all of this. He had hired a family bus to take us down to the house. I don't like any of this really. "That's Alessia's house." Seth whispered to me when the car drove past. I raised a brow at him, "how did you know?" "Tephanie told me. I know you are being unnecessarily hideous, but just in case you need to get here next time, it's just few blocks away." "Mind your business." I blurted at him. Tephanie's entire family were outside to welcome us. I felt the eyes of her parents linger on me for too long. "Welcome to our home." The brown curly haired woman who is a spitting older image of Tephanie smiled at us. "I am Brenda and this is my husband Damien. Tephanie's brothers aren't around, they would have loved to meet up with you all
Collin's POVI can't seem to understand this sort of dinner where the hosts pry into your life and discuss it so openly like they know you closely. Why Tephanie's parents would question me like I was the one dating their daughter, seem to surpass my knowledge. To cap it all my parents sat down saying nothing, there was no doubt one of them had exposed me to Tephanie's parents. Charlie it might be, because he kept talking about how they were leaders of the watch and how important they are. Not to forget their protective body would help us last longer in the fox city.I hate being at people's mercy and most importantly people meddling into my personal life. I kicked at the grass angrily. My eyes scanning the car outside the gate, Tephanie's compound was filled to the brim with different type of cars. Its almost like a silent message to visitors not to bother driving in.If that wasn't the case, one member or two of the family is obsessed with their car collection. They have the most we