I could not understand what he was trying to say. Was Tony in anyway suspecting me of having some thing to do with this young man coming back into town and looking for ways to get rid of him like this? I didn't even know who the guy was and somehow he had the audacity to believe that I was actually a part of this madness all these while. How could I actually be a part of something like this? To me, it just didn't make any sense why he would actually blame me for this?But I didn't want to just jump into conclusion like that. I needed him to say the words by himself. I needed him to tell me what he was actually thinking about. "Okay, now look. I don't want to rush into conclusion so I am just going to ask you now. Are you in anyway accusing me of working with Billy to get you back into town and find ways to get rid of you?" "It's a scenario that is very very possible, even you have to agree with me." "No, I don't have to agree with you because it is actually trash and you know it.
"Maybe it means that you are scared and you don't actually know what to do with a criminal. You really should not be trusted with important personnels then. Especially those that are criminals. They will eat you up and spit you out," he said with a smile on his face. "You have actually got to be kidding me," I said laughing loud. I could tell that the atmosphere in the car had gotten more friendly and he was going to open up to me again. It was a good sign. I was not ready to have this man to start doubting me, neither was I ready to have such a Powerful and well connected person to hate on me. I knew very well that even if someone like him went to jail, it would take absolutely nothing much for him to get back and when he does get back, it would be hell for people like me and I would be over and done for. But it made no sense that something like this could actually happen to us. Our friendship, to me, was stronger than ever and I was going to make sure that it stayed that way. "Ok
I couldn't say a word, Tony was already skeptical about it in the past and I knew that if I said something now, I may just tick him off the more. The only thing I could do was to keep mute and allow the scenes unfold itself. But the more we walked inside, the more it looked to me like I knew the walls of this building like the back of my hand. I knew that I had been in a lot of places and met lots of people but what I did not know was who I went to those places with. As we kept walking, I was struggling to figure out who I actually came with to that place. I knew I had been there before but I could not just place my finger on the person I was there with. My prayer began that I would never know who Billy was because if I knew who he was, the was nothing I would actually tell Tony. He would never believe that I did not partner with the man to try and kill him. "This is so weird," Tony said as he looked around suspiciously. His eyes did not stay in one place and I could not understand
I couldn't move. My body decided to stand still and no matter how hard I tried to move it, it just wasn't responding. My eyes on the other hand did not hesitate to take in the sight before me, to my left and right I saw different parts laid on the table. Arms, legs, stomach, thighs, every type that I could think of was on the table. I didn't understand what was happening, I was told that the young man was only into training assassins, how was it possible that he had such a variety of human parts around his office. Was he also involved in human part trafficking? How did Tony get himself involved with people like these. The stench coming out from the place was too much for me to handle and I desperately searched around for where I could throw up. Before I could search further, the guy that directed us to the room handed a bucket over to me and I threw up inside it. "I see your friend here is a weakling, isn't that sad?" I heard the voice of the man I considered to be Billy over the b
I looked around in new found horror. Nothing about the place looked odd anymore. I could remember it like the back of my hand. I could remember walking around in the building, taking in different sites. Sandra was a part time interior decorator and the only reason she took the bloody job seriously was because I motivated her and told her that she can't depend on her mother for everything. She had to be able to fend for herself and also be able to stand on her own if anything should happen to her mother or their company. She never never believed me. She never thought that something could happen to her mother's company because in her words, "they had a two factor authentication". If only I had knew back then that the two factor authentication was actually my father and I. But still, I encouraged her to want to start doing something, to want to start a life that one can find inspiring. And she loved designing her room so I made her start it as a side hustle. She did it for years of us
My prayers were answered because thankfully the man called off his guys. Immediately he did that, I knew that Alex was going to run with that just to get the kind of answers and response that he wanted. "You do know that your godfather can't actually protect you forever right?" The man asked and Tony smiled. He needed to act cocky to make his story very believable. "Well I don't know what you are thinking that can actually happen between my godfather and I to make him to no longer defend me but trust me, you are so wrong. The man will always pick my side against all of you and you can be rest assured that I will continuously be his godson. Now if you don't mind, can we get to the order of the day?" The more Tony spoke, the more I saw the anger the eyes of this man rising. I knew that he could not actually believe that he was going through such crisis. I understood that very well. He needed some sort of help to get through the thought of this boy destroying his business and still be
I looked at him in horror. The young man knew who my father was. That could only mean that he knew who I was. But did he also recongize me as the man that came with Sandra that fateful day, I bet he could. If he could not, why would he so eagerly call my name like that? I knew at that point that I was fucked. I was going to get exactly what was coming for me and nothing I did was going to change that fact. "Do you really think that I won't know who you are?" He asked me with a smile on his face. "Immediately you walked in here, I knew exactly who you were. I remembered you as the little idiot that Sandra showed me to be her boyfriend. Does it even make any sense to you that I would not recongize a face like yours? And to make matters worse, you look exactly like your father in this picture. The resemblance is uncanny and you somehow think that I won't be able to see through all of that and figure out just who you are?" He asked. "Well I had a feeling you would but you need to under
The good news was that we had gotten the answers to our questions. Though it wasn't a complete answer, but it was an answer nonetheless and as we drove through the lonely road leading back to town, I could not imagine what else Deborah was hiding and I had no idea if Olivia knew all these about her mother or if she was kept in the dark like I was as well by my father. What else was the old man hiding? What else was I supposed to know but somehow because of whatever he thought was right, he didn't tell me. I had a right to know everything that he was hiding and I deserved to know what was going on in his head in the first place. I was his only son, he could not be hiding sensitive information like that from me "You are not going to confront him. You know it's a stupid decision right?" Tony asked me an once again, I could not understand how this young man knew what I was thinking of without me even having to say it. "Confront who?" I asked him, pretending to not have an idea on what