"Were you also to bring Grandmaster in?" She folded her arms around her chest."I was just supposed to be the manager's driver. I wasn't given any orders that night." Monty replied.Fabiola furrowed her brows, 'the manager?' She asked herself."Who is the manager?" She asked."Mr Emille Frost." Monty wasn't holding back any information.He thought no one would find out about Sophie. He thought she'd be safe. But if Fabiola knew about her, then her life was on the line. The last thing he wanted to do was to piss Fabiola off, lest she takes it out on Sophie."Emille Frost?" Mila asked again, just to make sure she heard him right."Yes." Monty nodded.Her mind sped kilometers away, but she chose to brush the thought out of her head, there exists many families bearing the name Frost just as there's Murphy, or even Rivers."Ok, back to my original question, how long have you been working for The Glacier Cartel?""For close to ten years, I started as a bartender." "Ten years? Wow, that's l
"Where have you been?" Grandmaster's voice startled Fabiola who sat by the kitchen counter eating snacks.She pretentiously jerked up and turned to face him."Jeez Pops, you startled me!" She placed her hand on her chest."I have been waiting for you for hours." She added."I went to handle some business." Pops took a seat beside her."You want some apples?" She pulled the fruit basket in front of Pops."I'll go with grapes." He stretched his hand to grab a grape."Fabiola held his hand, stopping his action, "you should avoid grapes, they have the tendency to cause a lot of health complications in elderly people…including myocardial infarction." "Since when did you become a doctor?" Pops asked."Today. And I am your personal doctor. I'll peel you some apples." "Hmm." Pops leaned back."So what is the pressing matter?" She asked as she peeled the apples and offered slice after slice to him."Hmm, you have been away for some time." He started.She knew that what was coming next would
Dinner that night consisted of just She, Dom and Pops. Carl said he had a business dinner to attend and he would be staying over at his place. He had a flight to catch early the next morning.Just as Pops had said, Fabiola was obliged to begin training that night, immediately after dinner with Dom.Miraculously, the little drama in front of Les Carnivores had not yet gotten to Grandmaster's ears, or perhaps he chose to ignore it.Dom went easy on her given the fact that she was still healing both physically and mentally.She spun continuously in bed in distress, unable to close her eyes. She'd made a promise to visit Mr Walborn the next day, it was already a few minutes to the beginning of a new day and she had no idea how she was going to get out.If Grandmaster said that she had to be with him at all times, hell, he'll make of that…against her wishes."Fuck this life!" She cursed out loud, punched her innocent pillow repeatedly, hoping that the poor thing would magically grant her w
Six days past, Grandmaster had been leaving on the edge, always looking over his shoulder like he'd never done before. His behaviour got everyone worried, but nobody voiced it out. Brant, on the other hand, had been restless. Despite Linda urging him every now and then to concentrate on vindicating his father and freeing Mila, he just could not do that. He'd loiter around her house every evening, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, to no avail. Her Subaru was parked outside at the same spot for all this while. He left her a bunch of messages and missed calls. She'd replied to just one of them, telling him to lay off. He regretted having employed Nancy again, 'maybe I should have just made her personal assistant or something.' he'd say. But it was too late__the deed had been done."What is the emergency that you would not say over the phone?" The Grandmaster asked the guard standing before him.He was at an underground high profile get together when Dom received
"A mole from inside would obviously be the only option." Dom said."Whoever it was, he has been gone since a couple of days ago." Pops stated.Fabiola and Dom both turn to look at Pops."One guard is missing. The others tell me that he's missed two shifts." Pops said."I'll find him right away." Fabiola opted."No Fabiola, you stay here. Dom," Pops turned to Dominique who quickly nodded. He knew what to do even without having been told a word."I want the other hostages dead before morning!" Grandmaster ordered and left.Dom looked at Fabiola…"Hell nah, I'm not doing shit!" She shook her head, raising her hands up in motional protest."Well, you are incharge here, so…?" Dom tilted his head sideways, taunting her."I need action, the guy is harmless, I don't kill harmless people, that's cowardice!" She insisted."Say that to your father." Dom chuckled and turned to leave.She jogged behind him, "he is my father as much as he is your…stupid french guy!" She raised herself on her toes in
"You made me take away his life for absolutely no reason, I swear by my blade that the day you by chance, think of trying anything stupid with me or try to play over my intelligence, I'll decapitate your pretty Sophie and her baby slowly…. really slowly, taking my precious time while you watch!" She threatened on tiptoe through gritted teeth, sending shivers through Emma's body.He tried moving his body but his feet decided to betray him and freeze. He swallowed a huge sum of saliva and could only concur by nodding."I wasn't planning on doing so." He managed to say, even though his voice came off hoarse and shallow."Good !" She took a step back. "I was thinking of creating a scene for you, but clearly, you cannot be here again and you cannot go back to your boss." She took a deep breath and supported her hand on her waist.She took out a burner phone from her Jacket and gave it to him."I clearly cannot come down here, but I think that would help you, just be ready." She stated and
"Hmm, are you really going to push through with it?" Gerald Frost asked Emille.They were seated in one of Frost's Penthouses."Yes, I will. Do you have a problem with that?" Emille asked.They both had each in their hands, a glass of red wine."Just surprised that you'll go this far for a woman. I am honestly impressed knowing that someone touched my stone cold brother's heart." Frost chuckled."Hmm." Emille leaned back in silence. Sometimes, it was difficult tolerating Gerald's lousiness, but he needed the fool most of the time and had to put up with him."Come on, be lively. You don't want to tell me why this girl is so peculiar, you don't want to tell me why you want to kidnap her boyfriend, then at least let us have fun." Gerald raised his glass for a toast.Emille ignored him, he was deep in his thoughts."The world is coming to an end!!" Gerald snapped his fingers in front of Emille, calling his attention."Why do you look so worked up?" Gerald Frost asked."I am going to take
"Get juicy…" "Would you just shut the fuck off!" Dom snapped, cutting him off. "How does she even put up with you?" "She doesn't." Brant replied. 'She beats me to shut up.' he said to himself."Hello gentlemen, I see that you two are getting along pretty well, but I'll have to interrupt your moment of bonding." Emille's voice echoed in the room. He did not bother speaking with auto tunes this time.Brantley furrowed his brows, not because of what the voice said, but because the voice sounded familiar. "Who the hell are you and do you know who I am?" Brant scolded in the air, he needed to hear the person speak one more time, only then can he be certain.Emille chuckled, "I know who you are of course, and you obviously are here because of who you are." Brant confirmed his suspicion, it was the guy who claimed to be the manager at the so Club.The lights were turned on.Brantley immediately turned to look at the other guy who was with him."Holy shit!" Brant held his hand over his mo
THE END."What order, Mr Walborn?" The attorney went ahead to ask Mr Walborn."That Mr Rivers should be eliminated." Silence.Emille clenched his fist beside him.Even though Mr White only walked in, he was sitting on needles. He had his secrets, he knew what was going on. "We have the videos." One of the Court's IT workers announced.It was there, everything….from the squabble in the office to the phone call in the garage.Everyone gasped and turned to look at Mr White.Mrs White passed out.Brantley rushed to his mother.The twins held each other's hand tightly.Brenda leaned back in her chair.Mila's mind was teleported Somewhere else. Carl was bamboozled, he stayed motionless in his chair.Mama Rivers and Papa Rivers….well, there were no words to describe everything.……..All along, Mr White had been pulling the shots. He'd hired Mason based on Mason's greed.Mason had been working for him the entire time….he was the real Grandmaster.He found out about Mr Walborn being alive o
COURT TALES OF TRUTHFourteen minutes.It was almost time……"It is already time, your Honour, we should proceed." Grandmaster stood up and said.That was the advantage of representing yourself."We still have some more seconds, your Honour." The prosecution quickly added.The judge nodded. Grandmaster stood up to say something again, but his words were interrupted by the loud opening of the door.Everyone's attention was directed towards the door.One after another, all those who were against Grandmaster released breaths they never knew they were holding…surprisingly, even the judge.Disappointment was evident on Grandmaster's face.Dr Edgar accompanied Mr Walborn in the courtroom. Mila and Freya waited outside.When Brantley did not see Mila in the two-man procession, he immediately stood up on his feet and went outside."Which of these men is the supposed witness?" The judge asked even before Dr Edgar and Mr Walborn could reach the front of the courtroom.Dr Edgar indicated that i
THE CLOCK IS TICKING"Can the prosecution explain to the court why your said witness is not yet available?" The judge asked. She was getting impatient, it was evident."Technical transportation issues." The state lawyer responded.He leaned towards Emille and asked, "what is keeping your witness?" He asked in a whisper."What is holding him back is the only reason why they would not want him to testify, but don't bother, he's being escorted by one of the best bodyguards." Emille replied."Excuse me." Emille stepped out of the court to call for Mila.Brantley had arrived in the court too. He was worried, not that Mila could not take care of herself, but because he loved her, so it was natural for him to worry."What the hell is going on?" Emille asked in a concerned tone as soon as Mila answered."We got company." Mila replied."Do you need more refreshments?" Emille asked."I got it, I guess water would be enough to entertain them." Mila said over the phone."Good then, tell me where
THE AMBUSH.Randy rode in another car, tailing closely behind Mila.When she got to her condominium, she did not step out, rather she called Dr Edgar to bring Mr Walborn outside.Dr Edgar had personally selected a suit for Mr Walborn. The different clothes made him look 10 years younger."You look handsome, Mr Walborn." Mila smiled as she held the door open for him."Thank you, child. At least this doctor here has fine taste in quality clothes, only if he could put those skills to what I put in my stomach." Mr Walborn glared at Dr Edgar. Mila could not help but laugh."You look handsome too." She mouthed to Dr Edgar when Mr Walborn got into the car. Dr Edgar was dressed in a simple shirt and trousers, he had a clean shave. That alone made him look really different."Thank you. You look stunning yourself." Dr Edgar complimented back. Compliments were being poured at randa."Thank you for coming with us." Mila smiled at Dr Edgar."I have to do my job as a babysitter." Dr Edgar gave a sh
NAKED SLEEPOVERThe newly bonded family decided to spend the night together.Carl and Phelix were pals, they warmed everyone's heart, especially Mila because she never known that he was good with kids. She had no idea whether or not he loved kids, she did not even know what he loved.Pops had ruled their lives in such a way that all their likes were buried within them and only what he approved, that was what they did…to his face though.She allowed the cold water to run down her body. Everyone together, the smiles, the crying, the hugs, the laughter…this is what she'd ever wanted, not tension, the type of atmosphere she grew up being used to under Pop's roof.It was less than twenty four hours, and everything changed. For once in her life, she did not have to worry about tomorrow. Only if everyone she loved could be here…Only if Dom had lived to experience this different breeze…even just for a day."Fuck this life!" She cursed, turned off the shower, threw a bathrobe on her wet body.
BRENDA IS SCARYBrantley laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling while he pondered about what Brenda told him earlier.Brenda was nosy, everyone knew that, but she wasn't a liar. She could be blunt sometimes, but the kid sure knew when to keep her mouth shut.She was smart too, probably more than all of them…well, except him, he had a photographic memory after all.He knew that she would not tell him all those things except something more was going on in that house. He had plans on saying hi to his mom before leaving, but he left without saying a word. He felt guilty, but he could not do otherwise.With the revelation, he wasn't sure to face anyone, especially his father.He needed time to think. He could not just jump into conclusions, he had to get more details about everything before concluding."She said that she was pushed, by who? Who would want to hurt you?" He pondered out loud.'Then why did she keep quiet only to say it now?' He thought."Who are you going to see in th
WHAT BRENDA KNOWS'Why do good men die and the selfish monsters live?' Brantley pondered as he walked down the corridors of his father's house empty mindedly."Do you want to bulldoze me before you notice that something is in front of you?" Brenda was starting in front of him, with her short self and crutches.He halted abruptly, for real, he had not taken note of the girl."Oh, I see you've upgraded to crutches. They're cute." Brantley rubbed her head like a kitten.She supported her weight on one crutch, freed her other hand and used it to slap his hand off."Why are you always fighting with father?" The youngest White asked.Bran was stunned, he did not expect that question from here. He was speechless for a few seconds, trying to think of an appropriate response to that."We were talking, maybe a little of a disagreement, but we were not fighting." Brantley looked down and said."You were loud!" She raised one side of her lip, confident about her statement and presumption."Wha
SWEET REUNION"Nice meeting you." Carl forced a smile.The expression on his grandparents' faces changed immediately.He sunkened his shoulders, 'Just as I had expected, outcast!' The words reverberated in his mind.He wished he could turn back the hand of time to just a 5 minutes ago, he'd make sure to get away from here and prevent none of this from happening."Mason had a son?" Papa Rivers looked at his wife. "Isn't he handsome? He looks like an angel." Mama Rivers praised.Carl raised his brows. 'Did they mean the opposite of what they said, or…he had judged the situation wrongly.He looked at Mila, she smiled at him."How old are you, boy?" Mama Rivers asked."I'm 28 years old, ma'am." Carl held his hands together in front of him as though he was for a religious procession.Mila raised her brows and hung her mouth open at his lie."Nonsense, don't call me ma'am. I am your grandmother. Come here!" Mama Rivers rebuked him and hugged him."Just for the record, he is still 27 years o
OUTCAST"Why do you want to see Fabiola?" Brantley decided to ask at one point. He just refilled their tea cups.Mama Rivers who was about raising her cup to take a sip, paused mid way. She stared at her husband who also had the same look on his face."Oh, we knew her when she was a kid. Since we were in town, we decided to drop by." Papa Rivers replied."Oh, ok. I see." Brantley nodded. There was an awkward silence among them."We'll see your father and enjoy the view a little before going back." Papa Rivers added."I will be glad to show you around town. I bet they'll be so much to entertain both of you." Brantley smiled."Yeah." And there goes the silence again. ________"I got a text from Brant, he said that the package was at my doorstep." Mila looked at her brothers. They were just touching down back in Limesville."Just as we thought." The ever nonchalantly Emille said.Carl was silent."I bet they got my address because of the media." Obviously."So…we are going to your hou