BRIAN'S POV I quickly pressed Blair to the floor, instructing her to lay down quietly.Luckily, the lights were turned off, and I couldn't in that moment, love Blair more than I did.I had insisted to keep the lights on, since we still waited for dinner. This had to be the longest night of our lives, and I couldn't help feel sympathy for Blair.This was not at all the life I envisioned for her, or myself. I had enjoyed peace this three years and I hadn't expected the life I so energetically ran from to catch up with me, almost the very minute she walks into my life. I pulled out a gun, heading downstairs to join Steven. “Great, I see you have things under control,” I said, as he shot the last man in the head upon my arrival. “Yes, but there's more of them, we have to go,” he said, running into the apartment. We hurriedly got Blair and headed for the vehicle. We were all in our seats, I in the driver's seat and Blair at the back. Luckily, Stephen got some food before the men ca
BRIAN'S POV CONTINUESI answered the phone, putting it on speaker phone and I remained as quiet as the grave. We didn't hear a word from the other end either, and it continued for two minutes into the call. I was just about to hang up, when we began to hear very weak, struggling breaths from Steven's end. “Steven,” Blaire called.I immediately hung up.“What did you do that for?” she queried, wearing a confused look. “He might be in captivity,” I replied, throwing the device on the bed, and immediately getting out, walking towards the glass wall.“Or he might be lying somewhere, fighting for his life and too weak to talk,” Blair countered. I was deep in thought and wasn't sure what my next move should be. ‘She did have a point though,’ I thought. Steven and I had codes we lived by. They were a set of rules we properly discussed in times of danger, ever since we were young boys in our early teens. Our rules got reviewed and upgraded as we grew older, but we hadn't discussed any
BLAIR'S POV “Brian,” “Brian!” I called, as I walked out of the bathroom. I went in to wash my face, as I found that it kept me calm through all of the chaos. It was my coping mechanism, when mother and father would throw hate to my face and I couldn't help thinking what I ever did wrong. “Brian?” I called, with an increasing tone, walking around the apartment. I noticed the car's absence and immediately panicked. “Oh jeez,” I exclaimed, running back to the bedside. Sure, I wanted Stephen safe, but I didn't want him going back there by himself. It was too dangerous, especially since it happened just last night. I noticed a piece of yellow paper on the table and ran for it. “Hey wife, So, you were right, Steven might need my help, and if he doesn't, If all that is left of him is his bloody remains, I will single handedly carry and bury his ashes, giving him the respect of the soldier he deserves. If I do not return after three days, you can call +44 0102 8405630
BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES Steven followed behind Brian. He had bandages on his head and his arms. I was delighted to see him, but had to fight the urge to rush to him with a hug. My heart was at peace with Stephen, not only because Brian trusted him, he seemed like a very nice and courageous guy, even though we hadn't been personally involved in a lot of conversations. “I'm so sorry,” I said to Brian, leading him by the hand to the bathroom. I washed his wound with the hose shower in the bathroom, apologizing as often as I could. “It's okay,” Brian said.“We might have to stitch this,” he said, staring at his arm, “it's a deep cut,” he added. I sunk further into sadness, realizing that he was right. It was a deep cut, and the blood coming out of it would not stop gushing. “I am so sorry, Brian,” I said for the umpteenth time in twenty minutes.“It's okay, I'm proud of you,” he said. My eyes widened in shock. ‘What was he saying?’ I thought.“At least I know you'd do something in
BLAIR’S POV CONTINUES I opened my eyes three hours past midday, to a luxurious food tray served by my bedside.Brian had served a plate of rice, chicken sauce, with some boiled eggs on the side, alongside a pack of yogurt. He had also added a plate of chopped fruits, ranging from apples, berries, cherries, mango and orange slices. I wore a broad smile, as I adjusted a pillow, placing it on my thighs and sitting up right. The plating was beautiful, with the fruits chopped into different shapes and arranged in a heart shape. I wanted to be upset at my parents for giving me up to Brian, but I couldn't be more grateful at this point. Marrying Brian had to be the best contribution they had to my life. Although I didn't think that at first, I couldn't help but think back on the last few weeks and how I finally knew happiness, even in the midst of the chaos. Everytime I thought about Brian, it filled my heart with warmth and my lips with smiles. I chewed through my food, which was ev
BRIAN’S POV “Shit!” I exclaimed as I came out and found the man dead and Steven pacing angrily. “Did he say something?” I asked Steven, “Were you able to get anything out of him?” I asked, hurrying to the man. I lifted his head up and it dropped right back, with his blood still drooling from his mouth. “He said nothing, Brian,” Steven replied. “Shit!” I exclaimed again, keeping the chair by the leg. The man strapped to the chair tumbled backward. “Whoever this is has to have these men under oath,” Steven said, “because why the fuck are they all willing to take his stupid identity to their graves?” Steven's tone was rising and his face showed visible fury. “We have to do something,” I said, pacing the room. “What can we do?” Steven queried, “we've done everything we possibly can, what more can we do?” “I don't know Steve, something, anything!” I yelled, “I'm not a fucking animal, man!” I said, kicking some of the beach sand in the air.“112, come in,”“Come in, 112,” we heard
BLAIR'S POV “112 reporting, 112 reporting, come in,” I called, very early the next morning. “112,” the first caller responded, “we can't seem to trace your device, situation report?” He demanded. “Yes, sir, I think it's damaged,” I responded. “Abort mission for a hundred men sir, Brian Craig is in custody,” I said.“What?” The boss with the animated voice exclaimed in the background.“112, you had better not be playing games with me,” he said, in a threatening tone. “You know how serious this is to Master X,” the caller said,“Master X, I have Mr. Brian Craig, I just need a vehicle to convey his unconscious body, sir,” I said. I didn't know if he could tell how shaky my voice was, as I uttered every word, shivering from the tip of my hair to those of my feet. “An agent would pick you up in a vehicle in four hours, 112,” the caller said, “be there,” he said, disconnecting the call. I took a deep breath, hiding my fear. I knew Brian only needed the slightest chance to ask me to
BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES The police had barged in on the scene immediately and Steven led them to the part of the apartment where I left Brian. “Here,” the kind officer handed me a handkerchief, which I placed on my face, drying my tears. “They shot him,” I said in a shaky voice, amidst tears. “They killed him,” I continued in lamentation, seated at the back of the police vehicle. “Ma’am, we can assure you that these men would be brought to book, and we would do all we can for Mr. Craig,” the police officer said. There were five vehicles of the police and while seven of the men had gone in with Steven, about ten police officers surrounded the apartment with ammunition. “This is the BPF, you are surrounded. This is the BPF, you are surrounded,” one of the officers kept calling. The continuous sirens and flashes, noises and gunshots had me shivering and I couldn't bring the flow of my tears to a stop. ‘It’s all my fault,’ I thought, watching the apartment exit closely in anticipat
BLAIR’S POV My family was happy. I just became the owner of one of the high-ranking companies in Vegas. My boy just turned one, how could I not be ready. Now I could categorically say that my life had never been happier. All I had been fighting for, for as long as I could remember and now had, and the very last thing on my list, was getting married to the one man that had been able to love me, through thick, thin, storm, hails, the rain of fire, brimstone and Sulphur. Through fairly good times and the bad times, through moments where I struggled to love myself. I couldn’t be more delighted. Contrary to Brian’s request, we were having a quiet wedding with the people that mattered the most to us. The very ones who watched our love story began in the craziest of ways, the ones who loved us through the toughest times and encouraged us to love each other through what felt like the possible. Tears flowed down my cheeks, with no apologies whatsoever to my makeup, as II walked down the
BLAIR’S POV I stood in front of the court, with a racing heart. For the last three months, we had been going back and forth with the company’s case in court and this was the day for the court’s final verdict. With Jennifer’s help, we were able to pull down some of the board members, who were then in the picture and they had given their testimonies to the best of their knowledge at the time.Some of them had also patched their relationship with my father, understanding that at the time, he was being manipulated and couldn’t have been able to help himself. The others thought it was wise to maintain their distance, saying that they were only offering the help they could for mine and Jennifer’s sake and didn’t think it was necessary to have a continuing relationship with my father. In it and through it all, we were grateful that they even showed up, some of which were outside the country already, but all returned for a justifiable cause.“Common, let’s go. I know we have this.” Brian
BLAIR’S POV “Blair!” she ran to me with a hug,This was not one of Jennice’s tricks at all. It really was Jennifer. I was filled with awe. “What?” Jennice asked. “You really didn’t think I was going to let that evil sister of mine kill my only child, did you?” Jennice asked.“What?” I was still stunned. All of me was vibrating. “Oh, sit down.” Jennice said. “I had Jennifer when I was quite young and since my stupid lover would not take me and the child and I was still trying to find my foot in the world I was left to live in, I couldn’t keep her.” Jennice began to explain. “I figured it would be better for her to be in an orphanage, than out here with me and so I took her there.” “It ached my heart that I began to travel a lot and lost track of keeping an eye on her, so she began to go through so much stress.”“When I returned to fix it, I realized my twin sister was after her life.”“Jennifer really was involved in that accident that day, but I stole her from the vehicle and
BLAIR’S POV “I could not believe my ears. “Please, show up alone first.’ She pleaded. Before could be asked twice, I fled out of the house, swiping the keys to the car from the table.It wasn’t long after I left the house that I got a text with a location. I diligently followed, not thinking about whether or not I was going to get myself in trouble, or probably kidnapped. I still had my suspicions on who had called and all I could call it was suspicion, since I wasn’t sure yet and it would have been the most unbelievable thing. I followed the location and arrived almost in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing but trees all round I was beginning to think this was some prank call or an attempt at being kidnapped. If it was, I couldn’t even be mad and all I could now do was pray to be successfully out of here. ‘Maybe I had reacted a little too quickly.’‘What was I even thinking?’ I was lamenting and asking questions.I kept trying to reach the number over and over again, bu
BLAIR’S POV Sebastine did not wait to see his father before we left.Luckily, I could leave, although, with a bandaged arm. The bullet had been taken out and the wound was going to slowly heal and I was definitely going to keep seeing Dr. Bruce to make sure that I was fine. Sebastine signed every single thing in his name back to his father and he was leaving the Maldives to literally start a new life in Vegas. He chose us. My only excitement was that we arrived just in time to save him, because I wasn’t sure how I was going to react to losing another member of my family, especially to suicide. When we arrived Vegas, we dropped over at Brian’s house first. Sebastine was going to be living with Brian, before he is able to do anything else.He was done with college and could easily get a job, even though Brian had already promised to include him in the company. Sebastine, had declined both Brian’s, as well as my offer, to work in the company, saying he was tired of family ‘hand-m
BLAIR’S POV We walked into Sebastine with a gun in his hand, just about to fire a bullet into his head. Brian flew for him and I could only stand there in tears, since I had Regal in my hands and couldn't quite get involved in any rigorous fights. Sebastine was hell bent on ending his life, as he began a struggle with Brian for the weapon. “Let it go, Brian!” He yelled, “you both, get out of here!” “Let me be!” He and Brian continued the war for the weapon. “Sebastine, no, please, I beg you.” Ever single word I uttered was choking in tears. “It doesn't have to end this way, please,” I continued. “What other ways does it need to end, Blair?” He probed, “huh?” Luckily, Brian was stronger than Sebastine, sho had spent quite a number of days, without food, but this did not in any way deter the struggle. I took a few steps closer, towards them, trying to beg Sebastine to let go already. “Argh!” I groaned in pain, as a bullet flew out of the gun and right for m the region between
BLAIR’S POV At this point, I was giving up on everything. I was losing hope and thought about letting the company go, but my father was still out here fighting and if he was not giving up, I couldn’t throw all his hard work by doing same. I was quite weary of it all, but had to continue. If there was a slightest chance to get the company back, I had to encourage myself to hold on to it, until we made it big enough to win us back the company. I woke up on this fateful morning with the most disturbing thought. I was restless all night and failed to have any good or proper rest. “Are you okay?” were Brian’s first words that said hi to me, as soon as I opened my eyes. It was pretty obvious that I wasn’t and I had swollen eye bags from not getting any sleep at all. “You need to reach out to Sebastine,” I said, shocking Brian hard with my request. “I am really worried about him, Brian,” I continued. “He is all alone and as if it was not enough that he has criminal parents, he hurt
BLAIR’S POVI always knew that Brian was struggling to deal with the challenges that came with being my life, but what I didn’t know was that it had gotten as bad as stuffing himself with alcohol, to the very point that he was sick. On the first occasion that Brian retuned in this manner, we had just gotten married and since I didn’t know if he was alcoholic or not, so I didn’t quite care. The second occasion was the week he was to get married to Stacy and he was unhappy, from the innermost part of his soul. Now, he was here and lamenting over being with me and just how difficult it was. It melted my heart that even in that drunken state, he could still think about me and mention that he was willing to love me, despite everything. However, I couldn’t stop thinking,‘If he was in this much distress, was it worth it?’ I helped Brian clean up his body and got him to rest, while I walked downstairs to make meaning out of my day. “It’s a good thing they found their way home.” Collins
BLAIR’S POV I now had more thoughts on my mind than running a company, after the period of our grieving. Collins had filled me with questions that all I really did was just lay down and thought through his words, over and over again. ‘Was there a right time to stop loving? If there was, when was the right time?’‘What if we are just making the people we love unhappy, by being with them, because their hearts would rather be elsewhere?’Collins already confessed to never seeing Stacy smile this bright, or laugh as hard as she did, when she was with him, and even I was already sick of how all Brian and I ever did was solve one chaos, after another. I was already so convinced that all my presence ever did was fill his life with problem after problem, and it was quite evident now that he was struggling to love me, and who could blame him?Brian and Stacy obviously got carried away in their chats and the extended period they had to work together, neither of them remembered to return on