Chapter fourteen

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Four years later, he got what he wanted, but Vivian looked happier now…without him in her life.

Bruce watched the clock closely, making sure not to miss a second. Finally, 8pm was here and he now leaned against his car, waiting for Vivian with a smile on his face. Sometimes he wondered if it were possible to turn back the hands of time, to do things a little differently.

Just about the same time Vivian had left the office. 8pm sharp. On the other side of the city, near the waters edge where the docks were, a small group gathered. It was a desolate place with barely a living soul to be seen loitering, and other than the one singular street Lamp that casted a light over a group of men in tailored suits, the entire place was shrouded in a thick layer of darkness.

And at the center of these men, one was kneeling, tied up, and bloody, barely on his last breath. In the shadows, one of the men remained obscured from the light. taking a slow drag of his cigar and the embe