KINGSLEY'S POVI touched his shoulder, dragging him closer. From a few sources I had heard, he was falling out with his only son. But I didn't care about that. What I cared about was helping him rise to the position of a governor. That way, I wasn't only going to get away with a lot of things, I was going to start looking forward to controlling not only Cleveland and my pack, but New Kingston as well. “You never can tell, huh? I might decide to run, and I might not. I think it's a decision that should be decided within a house and the confines of fine wine. Don't you think so?”I nodded. I had to give him the chance to do as he pleased. After all, in the end, it would all be in my favor. ALICIA'S POVAfter spending about three hours waiting for Logan, I gave up. I wasn't going to wait for him any longer. Neither was I going to break the relationship off. I still loved him, and I was going to give him a chance to do the right thing. That was if he was going to do it. I left the bu
Rex's POV Why was I trying to change her mind even though it was made up?“I think I'll go home now, Clark. Need to freshen up.”Clark stood up immediately, planting a kiss on Marie's cheek. “I'm coming with you. These streets of New Kingston, there's a lot happening that we don't know. We need to stick together. Allowing you to ply these roads without backup, that's death. Mrs King, we'll be back in a jiffy.”I nodded to my mother, whose eyes addressed me cautiously. I didn't care what she thought of me now. I was done with begging Elena for something that was my fault. I was to take the blame. We left the hospital room, and Clark began to speak almost immediately. “It has to be that Collins. He's nothing but a weakling and a coward. When I went to Elena's apartment, he was there with her.”I couldn't control myself anymore. I turned to face him, my head in my hands. “There with her? How dare he? What does he want? My god, I want to kill that man. I want him to know the wrath of
LOGAN'S POVStanding in the cemetery with my friends, I could see almost half of the entire city that was New kingston. I hadn't known that uncle Jayson had been popular. But I smiled regardless. People were more popular in death, than they seemed to be alive. I stared at Helen McKinsey who brought me a glass of champagne. I accepted, taking note of her father who was smiling with a few other corporate lawyers, their hands in the pockets of their three piece suits. “Your father. What's he onto? He looks as if he's arguing with those men.”Helen shrugged. In her hand was also a flute that contained champagne. She had managed to get it out of the Botech van that we had all come in. “He's looking to expand his firm. And he wants to employ more lawyers. The best ones, actually. You know how he is.”I drank my champagne, then shook my head. “Trying to employ more lawyers in a city that doesn't even acknowledge that there is a Justice system in place is wild. The police don't care. Jay
Kingsley's POVI only had to wait a few hours before the governor's schedule arrived. It wasn't difficult to get. I was a man who could pull a lot of strings without even having to move a lot. And that was what I had done. I had gotten the governor's schedule for the entire week without having to move a muscle. People knew Kingsley the great from Cleveland, but people underestimated his power. I controlled a pack, I controlled the streets. And now, I was setting my eyes on New Kingston. And I was going to make sure I conquered it. If not because of anything, because of the fact that my rival and the man I hated most lived in it. Rex King. “This is good work, Trey. Very good. I underestimated you. I knew you were going to get it eventually, but getting it in hours, that's beautiful.”Trey nodded. He was one of my men that controlled the northern district of New kingston. I had sent him to get the governor's schedule because he was friends with the governor's secretary and she was i
Kingsley's POVThe men in the room looked as if they had seen a ghost. I didn't blame them. I would've looked the same way if someone said he wanted to attack the governor and he wanted to do so by hijacking his jet. “There are numerous ways to achieve our goal. Why should we go for the hardest of them all?”Trey was the first to speak out. I smiled, then took another drag from my pipe. Marijuana was good for the system sometimes, I acknowledged. Just taking it in made me feel extremely good. “The hardest of them all is why I'm called Kingsley The Great for a reason. They know me in Cleveland. But I can't say the same for New kingston. In my life, I've always told myself that I have every right to conquer every place I go to. New Kingston shouldn't be any different. I won't only conquer, I will take what doesn't belong to me as well. And my opps? They'll have no other choice but to watch me do so. I'm going to make them get scared whenever they hear my name, my friends.”I smiled a
LOGAN'S POV“Come on, man, you've got to be joking. Did he really do that? Are you saying that Collins Morgan went ahead to strike even when his claims had no evidence attached to it?”It was Peterson, standing next to me in the Botech lab, waiting for my answer. Was there an answer to give? As far as I was concerned, there was no answer to give. We had attacked the six first. I had seen this coming, but why did it have to be Alicia?“I will never forgive myself if anything happens to her, Peterson. In all of this, she's innocent. I tried to keep her away from the spotlight as much as I could. But now, there she is, holed up in a place she doesn't know because of my foolishness.”Owen shrugged. Out of all my friends who had heard the news, he was the least disturbed. He looked as if he didn't care, and at some point, I was beginning to wonder if he did. “We had definitely gone too far with that Russian Mafia. We shouldn't have done that. I was against it from the beginning. Attacking
LOGAN'S POV Amelia stared at me, nothing else but hatred stemming out of her nostrils and every other pore in her body. It was obvious that she hated me and wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. She continued speaking.“But I know it's your lifestyle that brought Alicia where she is today. I asked an officer, and he told me briefly of how many enemies you and your father have. He said he was suspecting that whosoever kidnapped Alicia was doing it to get back at you. You're nothing but a sick man, Logan. And you can have the grocery store for all I care!”With those words, she sauntered out of the room and I was left alone, looking at the screen door. Was I going to ever see Alicia again?KINGSLEY'S POVBy ten o'clock, the entire members of the six, the secret brotherhood and the combined members of each pack and their best warriors were packed into two vans. I sat in the first van, trying to believe that everything was going to go according to plan. I was Kingsley The Great, an
KINGSLEY'S POV“How do you do, soldier?” I asked, smiling at him and hoping secretly that he wasn't a werewolf. If he was, I was going to have to kill him. Scrutinizing his heartbeat and his eyes, I was satisfied because he wasn't. He had the normal heartbeat of a human, and normal pupils as well. “Mr. Ferguson didn't tell us that there were going to be too many sightseeing visitors. How many are you guys? A dozen?”I shrugged, knowing that telling the truth was the best option. “Well, two dozen, to be frank.”“Two dozen? My goodness! Nobody comes in that much all in the name of sightseeing. I'll have to ring up Mr Ferguson and let him know.”While he retrieved his cell phone from his pocket and conversed with Mr Ferguson, he went to the open side doors of the vans, using a bright torchlight to scan the inhabitants.“Here you go, Mr Ferguson wants to talk to you.”He handed me the phone, and I tried to control the anger building up inside of me. I desperately wanted to tear him apa
Kingsley's POV I was happy with his answer. If he wanted it as much as I wanted it, then we were getting it. I wanted him to know it as well. "The exact thing I wanted to hear. If you want this Governorship as much as I want it, then we're getting it. You're the perfect leader for this city, Alphonso. I've watched you, and you deserve to be more than just a millionaire. You're a born leader. Now, select a date to announce your candidacy."I watched him while he thought about it, glancing briefly at his laptop to probably check the calendar and his schedule. He thought briefly, then looked at me with the confidence of a man that had just discovered his purpose. "Tomorrow will do just fine."I nodded with a smile. The Governorship throne was within our reach. It was only a matter of time now. Rex's POVAs the bakery equipment was being moved out, I sat across from it in a restaurant, a cup of iced tea in one hand, and tacos in the other. "I still can't think of a perfect gift, Cla
Rex's POV Bruce McNeil adjusted his Italian suit, then continued speaking, his hands gesturing as he did so. "My men will start moving the bakery tools and equipment as soon as possible."I shook his hand firmly. We had a deal.As soon as Bruce McNeil and his men were out of earshot, Clark was beside me in an instant. "A hundred and fifty grand, Rex? That was way too much. How are we going to recover that?" That was his job. Even though he was a little bit harsh, I was okay with it. It was his job to guide me and protect me if need be. "We might not recover it, but I'm definitely not allowing any harm to befall my kids and Elena. We're the only ones they have, Clark. We need to protect them."With those words, I ended the conversation, prompting him to focus on the documents that were being brought in. I was going to do anything to protect my children and Elena, even if it was at the expense of a few dollars. KINGSLEY'S POVAs soon as the phone was found, I began making calls.
Rex's POVWell, it seemed I was in luck. Without waiting for an answer from the woman, I made my way towards the figure in an Italian suit, ignoring the guards around him. I was instantly shoved by the guard next to him, who did nothing to hide the revolver that he now had in his right hand."Hey, hey, hey. Easy on him, Crawford. Young man, who are you? I'm sorry, but you don't just walk up to people anymore, the city we live in is a mess."I smiled, then faced him squarely, ignoring the guard whose name I had just discovered was Crawford. "I'm Rex King, sir. And I've been trying to reach you for the past week."His eyes flew open, widening as soon as he heard my name. "Rex king? One of the greatest alphas to come out of the land of Cleveland? I'm sorry, it has been a very hectic week. You own The Eleven, right? When I heard that it was bought by a new entrepreneur, I was confused. Until I heard the name. You're a legend, man."I smiled at Clark, then shrugged."Thank you, Mr Bruc
COLLINS'S POVI nodded, agreeing with Dahlia. I knew a few vendors, the man that I had purchased my bike from, he was a friend. Carl McDonald. He had a lot of good cars in stock. I could get a cheap deal from him. Even if it wasn't cheap, I was still going to get it. Dahlia was right. Maybe it was going to be alright if I spiced up Elena's life a bit. "I think that's a good idea, Dahlia. That's a clear and obvious reason why I came to you. You know, these kinds of things, it's always been better when you ask a woman. You're a woman like she is."Dahlia outstretched her arms, a huge smile on her face. "Well, what can I say? You know I did work like that once for a man, helping him decide gifts to get his wife while they worked on their reconciliation process. I'm guessing that's where I developed my talent for knowing the specific gifts to give out to people."I dropped the empty bottle of sprite after downing the contents. Then I yawned. "I think I'll be leaving now, Dahlia. And
COLLINS'S POVWhile the news of the Governor's plane crash made its rounds around the city, I paid a visit to the house I had secured for Dahlia, my sister and her children to live. I just had to knock once, and the door was opened by Dahlia herself, dressed in an apron that was stained thoroughly with dough. She smelt of eggs, flour and milk, and I knew why. It was Saturday, and she was probably having a cookout with the kids, a practice that our mother had employed when we were younger. "Collins! We've not seen you in days! Where have you been? How have you been? Children, it's your uncle. Uncle Collins is here!"I smiled at the excitement in her voice, wondering how she was going to feel if I suddenly told her that I had been involved in the crash that had landed the Governor's plane in the river. "Well, you know what they say. I went on a personal retreat. I went to discover a bit of myself.""Uncle! Welcome uncle Collins!" It was Felix, his loud voice making my ear hurt momen
Rex's POV"I think I should see my grandchildren one more time before going to Cleveland. What do you think, Rex? They deserve to know that their grandma is leaving. And Elena too, bless her poor soul."It was my mother's voice, and I tried to ignore the fact that I wanted her gone already. Her being around only complicated things. With the death threats I was receiving, the insecurity of the state and the upcoming elections, things were surely going to get messy. "These eggs are so good. Everything in general, you know. With Clark here, you don't need a chef around. You don't need these helpers, you know." She said again, dumping the eggs into her mouth.We were in the dining room, I sat at the head, Clark beside me, and my mother directly opposite me. A few years ago, the dining room would've been filled with my wife and two children. But at the moment, I didn't even know if they belonged to me. "Thank you, Mrs King." Was Clark's curt reply. "You know, mum, you've been talking
Rex's POV The line went dead, and I stared at the phone in my hand. No matter how hard I tried, I could see that she was hell bent on making sure that those boundaries were felt and were put in place. Was there still hope when it came to her? Clark and my mother seemed to still believe, but I knew I had stopped believing a long time ago. Just then, the door opened, revealing Clark. He was dressed in a flannel shirt and jeans, two brown paper bags in his hands. He was supposed to get us specially prepared Chinese food from a Chinese restaurant, and I wondered why he had taken so long. "Come on, man. What has taken you so long? How's the food? I hope it's scorching hot, I need it that way."He nodded, then handed a pack to me which I accepted willingly. "I went to see Marie along the road. Decided to tell her the dangers lurking. She deserves to know. At least, one of them has to. And we can trust her not to tell Elena, but keep an eye on the kids as well. Which to me, is satisfac
MARIE'S POV "Death threats?" I managed to voice out, my words coming out in the form of a croak. It was tiring. I could only imagine the reaction of Elena if she heard such news. She was going to go hysterical with worry. "It's actually connected to Rex, but they want to harm the twins. Not on my watch, Marie. I would rather die than see anything happen to those children, Marie. And I won't take it lightly on anybody I catch around them." He paused when the waiter arrived with the iced tea. I accepted it with a smile, sipping instantly. The chilliness and the flavor hit me, and I recognized that the news I had just received had made me slightly dehydrated."However, we're making plans. Serious plans. At the moment, we've decided to take the bakery just opposite the house. From there, I believe that we can strictly monitor the house and pounce on anybody around it."It sounded like a good plan. I was scared. Not even for my life, but the life of the little kids and the life of Elen
Elena's POV"Well, that simply means you're the mother of special children, Elena." Marie began, looking at me as I tried in vain to reshape the biscuits that had seemed to go badly because the dough hadn't been well prepared. "Yes, I know that. They've always been special children from the start, Marie. I know you remember that. The problem now is their father. Is he a special man? I doubt it. He didn't believe me even though he knew the love we shared was extremely genuine. Forgiveness is hard, Marie."I managed to complete, staring at the biscuits before I put them into the oven. Marie was beside me in an instant, tickling me. "I know that forgiveness is hard, but he's the mother of your kids, Elena. You have to consider that. Since he saw you, he's done nothing but try to be a good father, and also have you on his side in support as well. But I can't tell if you're going to support him..."Something inside of me snapped. Why did everybody derive joy in telling me what to do all