In a coded location, Cassandra followed her abductor willingly. Allan held her in his arms protectively to his deluxe room. Only Darel came there sometimes because that was where Allan operated. This was him and if anyone came in and even accidentally touched or destroyed anything, it could take his life to ricochet.“I know that you have a lot of questions but you can shower first and we will have breakfast before we talk. Till then, please don’t ask questions,” Allan pleaded.His hideout wasn’t far from where he picked her up. He just used a projector to create an illusion of a sand mountain through a holocaust, covering the image of the house and making it look like a desert. Only a fool would build his hideout in a desert and that was exactly what Allan did.No one would suspect a house in a desert so no one would think it was just an illusion when he projected the hologram, thereby reaching Caddaric and Cassandra through the sandstorm very fast with Ariana to prevent Caddaric fro
Cassandra was quite open-minded and not judgmental. Though caged, she has always desired to see the world for what it truly was. “I’m more interested in knowing how you do it. Are you happy raiding people of their properties?” She asked seriously.She knew that no one among the Blades would approve of any relationship between her and a criminal. Therefore, she had to get her stand right before things got messy. Allan explained carefully.“Those people aren’t as innocent as you think. I don’t attack genuine businessmen who gain their money through hard work. Follow the news and do some research on the names appearing in the newspapers as victims of my attacks. These are foolishly rich dudes who are still not satisfied with their wealth and decide to steal or increase them via illegal means. I just take it and split with the poor.”Cassandra chuckled and sipped some wine. She didn’t dare to believe or not to believe him yet but a clear mind would make her biased since she had already de
Indeed, Allan wanted to see the masked man to thank him and even it if meant spending the rest of his life paying for what he did for his nephew, he would. Allan arrived too late but luckily, the masked man was there and saved the lad. Therefore, Allan would always pay double and since he saw the masked man take the bullet for his nephew, it was tantamount to giving his nephew life. Who knows, his nephew would have died if he had been hit by that bullet.That boy meant everything to him because his sister, the boy’s mother, died giving birth to him. She was the only one who encouraged Allan and stood by him when he found his passion. Their parents had already been murdered by some of these Dons Allan and his team attacked.His sister was shot whiles pregnant with a bullet targeted at Allan. The baby was saved but his sister didn’t make it. As such, he took it as his responsibility to take care of his nephew as his own, calling him Allan Junior. In order not to create confusion, he wa
“I think it’s time for you to see my real face,” Allan and said and removed the silicon mask from his face. Cassandra almost collapsed if he hadn’t held her in time to steady her. He held her close to his chest, feeling her deep pants. “I’m sorry but am I scary?” He asked curiously, afraid that she might like his fake image better than his real self. Even his voice had changed.Cassandra had still not recovered from the shock. So when she saw Allan at the party and when he infiltrated Blade Towers and when they met again a few hours ago, she was seeing a fake image. Anger and resentment boiled in her heart in fitful rage but she calmed herself. What did she expect? If he had been able to hide for so long, then this was the reason.When she wanted to pull away, Allan was afraid and pulled her closer. “I’m sorry but it’s not easy to fake a baritone voice,” he said. She just realized that she was only hearing his real voice for the first time as well but she had to admit that there was
Allan took deep breaths to calm himself. The masked man was either a robot or a man like himself. Both ways, he hoped that his plan would work like the first time. He pulled a duvet over Cassandra and kissed her on the forehead. Gazing at her one more time, he smiled, strolled to the door, opened it, and stepped out.“Where is the masked man?” Allan asked Darel, who was pacing here and there. Even with the door unlocked, he knew that Darel wouldn’t come in unless he asked him to.“He managed to decode the main entrance and he’s working on decoding the other rooms,” Darel updated Allan rapidly. He had been watching the movements with Junior, who had grown an interest in hacking and was being trained by Allan. The boy was becoming good at it but could also be a great trouble if left on his own. As such, Allan ensured that Darel stayed with the lad anytime he was busy.“Where is Junior?” Allan asked.Darel was still skeptical about everything ongoing. If the masked man didn't shed blood,
The masked man found it funny because anyone who saw his real identity had to be taken down but also, because of the boy, he didn’t want to be violent yet. He had to find a way of getting the boy away from Allan. He was the reason why he hadn’t attacked yet. The robotic voice sounded,“You are already a dead man so I don’t mind revealing my identity to you.”The fear that encased the boy’s eyes made him want to eat back his words and he couldn’t tell if it was too late.“Please, don’t kill my uncle,” The boy pleaded, unknowingly weakening the man behind the mask. The robotic voice sounded,“Boy…”“My name is Junior Allan Great. My uncle is all I have and you are my hero please don’t hurt him,” the boy cut in pleadingly, the man behind the mask was broken. If not for the robotic sound that comes with the mask, his voice would have betrayed him.“Your uncle did some bad things and even if he isn’t alive, I promise to take care of you.”“No, I will never forgive you if you kill him,” Jun
Caddaric’s expression was frosty. He gave Allan the chance to live but he threw it back in his face. Holding the mask in one hand, he pulled out a revolver in the other. “So where is my sister?” He asked coldly. The robotic voice was gone, replaced with a rich velvety one, except that it was icy.Allan was too shocked to speak. This was unexpected and he could feel his plans crumbling before him. But how was it possible? Caddaric must have worn the masked man’s outfit to scare him. Allan did not believe it.“There must be a mix-up somewhere. The masked man began to operate…”“Thirteen years ago, and this mask cannot be duplicated,” Caddaric answered his question before he completed it, lifting the mask for him to have a closer look. It was true, no one could duplicate the mask because only one person produced it for Caddaric with all its accessories. If anyone was found to have a duplicate, then the producer would have to pay with his dear life but Allan was more bewildered and asked
Allan was excited. It was a start. For as long as he managed to be the one to force Caddaric to break all records of not shedding blood, things would take a good turn. He went to see Junior first. Darel and the rest were all hiding in their underground safe room and when they heard the beep sound before the door opened, Allan wasn’t surprised to see multiple guns pointed at him. His teammates were always ready for war and the gun was their strength.“You don’t need that, just lower it,” he said casually. His silicone mask was back on since his team members didn’t know his real face. Junior hugged him tightly on the legs and Darel patted him on the back congratulatorily but he already discerned that Darel still wanted to speak to him so he thought to do so before Cassandra woke up.“Junior, Darel, let’s go,” he hugged Junior on the shoulder and began to walk away as Darel followed. Everyone else came out and about their business.“How did it go?” Darel asked as soon as they got to All