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 CONTINUES I slowly opened my eyes to a beeping sphygmomanometer above my head. My vision was blurry at first, but I couldn't miss the white ceiling of a hospital and the drip bag above my head. ‘Brian,’ it hit me. I tried to get out of bed, but was pressed back by an unforgiving headache. “That's okay, you need to rest,” I heard a familiar voice, as a hand held me down into bed. “Steven?” I questioned my sight. “I'm here, I'm right here,” he answered.My heart was gladdened by the sight of him, but the bulk part of it, weighed down by thoughts of Brian. “Brian,” I called.I was weak in every muscle of my body and couldn't bring myself to articulate a full sentence. “We have to focus on your recovery,” Steven said, “First, you need to be strong enough to get out of this place,” he said. ‘This was a joke, right?’ There was no way I was recovering, if he didn't tell me everything I needed to know about Brian and whatever it was that happened in that apartment. “Ste
BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES The officers and Steven all rushed out, and for the first time in three days, they forgot to lock me in. I got out of bed and immediately snuck out of my room. I only had one mission, ‘to find Brian,’ I hid behind one pillar after another, looking for the most private or most secured part of the hospital, where I was hoping to find Brian. I peeped through one glass opening after the other, hoping to get a glimpse of Brian in one of them, but my search was yielding no fruits, five minutes into the search. “What was that?” I heard Steven's voice and the footsteps that followed. I hid behind a pillar. “We don't know, probably a bird?” One of the nurses replied. I peeped and saw them heading to my private room. ‘Oh, no,’ they were going to have a search party raid the hospital in no time, once they noticed my absence. “A bird couldn't have done that much damage,” the officer said, “Whatever that was, find it,” the commander instructed the other officer, wh
BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES “What?” I lifted my head up and found Brian disconnecting the tubes. “Brian?” I was appalled and couldn't seem to wrap my head around all of this. “What is happening? Where are we going? Shouldn't you be in a coma?” I threw question after question as he got out of bed, changing his hospital robe into a casual jogger and plain shirt. He held my hand and strictly instructed me to be quiet. My heart was beating really very fast and I just couldn't take it all in. I followed him as quietly as we possibly could, sneaking from one hidden room to the other, or one pillar to the other. The hospital was disorganized, all in search of me. Brian seemed to have made a home of this place and got us out in no second, a red Dutch Muscle met us outside the hospital. We got in the back and the vehicle zoomed off very quickly. “Brian, what is happening?” I asked, shivering terribly. He held my hand tightly, giving me a reassuring feeling, but my questions still needed a
BRIAN'S POVWe got settled in at a bungalow I was hiring for a while, and as happy as Blair seemed at the time, it was obvious, the curiosity she carried in her eyes. It was impossible to quench her desire for knowledge. It was a decent apartment at the end of town and very secluded. It had a garden behind the house, and a little orchard in front of it. It was surrounded by white wooden fence and had a red roofing. It looked different from anything in town, speaking but luxury and simplicity.I loved it! The owners had died in a plane crash two years ago, and since then, none of the town members would rent or buy the property. It is believed to be haunted, since the then owners were conservative people and had Halloween as their favorite holiday, which was the only time where they were seen out in public. It had three rooms, and I paid for it to be properly cleaned before our arrival. I had it well thought out, no one would ever find us here.“Well, welcome to peace,” I said, a
BLAIR'S POV We stared at each other for a few seconds, and he headed to get the door. “My. Bro,” his tone immediately got excited, “that was fast,”Stephen walked in, and himself and Brian were locked in a tight embrace for a while. I thought their relationship was one of the most beautiful things to behold. I got jealous of Steven every time. Brian trusted him with his life and he knew Brian more than anyone else in the world did. My relationship with Brian had definitely gotten better, but a part of me couldn't help envy what he had with Steven, and although I understood the strength of blood ties and wished that Brian would start looking at me as family too. I saw him as my world. The excitement to see each other was evident in their broad smiles and the lightness of their voice. “Hy, Blair,” Steven said, walking into the house properly, with Brian shutting the door behind him. “Hello, Steven,” I waved at him with a broad smile. “I see Brian helped you recover from the sh
BLAIR’S POV CONTINUES“This is an age long business rivalry Blair, and it's war.” Brian threw it to my face.“I lost my father to this, and my twin Bruce,” Brian spoke from a depth of pain. “So, yes! It's very much personal,” Steven bent his head, supporting it in his palms. “Winchester is a very competitive business world, Blair, and all is not in black and white,” Brian said. His tone revealed peak emotions, and seeing him resulting in an outburst filled me with fear. “If not for whoever these monsters are, my father would still be alive, and so would Bruce,” he said, pointing out the door, “heck, I would have been dead, If not for Steven here,” he said. “And I am getting no rest, until every last one of them, everyone is resting six feet in the belly of mother earth,” he said, finishing with heavy breaths. He stared at me, breathing heavily with bloodshot eyes, like a monster that was about to devour me. I was trembling in fear, and couldn't also deal with his outbursts. “T
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