MALAYINA   June 02 2018   True to his word, Amar has managed to lure his grandfather into the country. He has arranged a fake auction for young girls, bringing the most corrupt and filthy rich men out to play.  He said he wants to clean up the streets if he is to become the new Don of the Diamandis Family business. He won't stand by and watch his men degrade females while tarnishing his name. Vanko, a.k.a. Mini Hulk, has recruited a group of guys to maintain security and notify the authorities when the time comes for me to eliminate the old bastard who stole my life. If Vanko's calculations are correct, it should take the cops roughly forty minutes to swarm the joint given our location on the outskirts of the city. Amar and Vanko have sworn to me that everything is in order and that all I have to worry about is playing my part by acting like I am drugged and I have no recognition of the man I'm ab

CHAD 02 June 2018 I look up at the slender high rise building while I scratch the back of my head. I've made an executive decision to try and get my shit together by applying for a job that will make a difference in the world. I'm applying, no, scrub that.I am volunteering to be a big brother in the B.B.B.S.N.Z (Big Brothers, Big Sisters, New Zealand.) Mentoring Foundation. Thanks to detective Evie for reaching out to me when I was down in the dumps two days ago.She picked me up in an unmarked patrol car, taking the scenic route through the southside under the bridge where all the little hoodrats and homeless kids hang out. "This is the hardest part of the job." She said with her words heavily coated in anguish. "These kids will never have the tools to live a fruitful life. This right here is as good as it gets for them, unless, someone steps up and tries to get these kids off the street

AMAR   June 05 2018   "Amar.." I look up from the man that is tied to a chair bleeding and my gaze clashes with Vankos.  He is scowling with his phone in his hand. "What is it?" I flick my wrists. Blood splatters across the floor, staining the white carpet and I pick up the rag on the table using it to wipe my grazed knuckles. I look over my shoulder to one of my soldiers standing in the corner of the room. He has his gun pointed at the unlucky son of a bitch I was just giving a face beating to.  "Take him back to his room, clean his face and give him something hot to eat," I demand. "I don't want the bastard dying on me before he gives up any information."  "Yes, Lord Amar."  His voice travels down the corridors with me as I follow Vanko out of the room.  "What's wrong?" I ask him, continuing to clean the blood from my knuckles. "It's Mal." He says with