Suddenly Clyde slowly lifted his face, a twisted smile spread across his lips, his eyes burning with a thirst for revenge. I couldn't help but feel a chill, realizing that we were now trapped.Clyde's voice cut through the air, dripping with a venomous intensity that made my blood run cold. His words hung in the air, heavy with accusation and a dangerous undertone. “I asked you for one thing only, and you still pressed the button!”My heart skipped a beat as I locked eyes with Clyde. Fear etched itself onto my face, my voice barely a whisper as I called out his name, “Clyde?”But the look in his eyes was terrifying. I had never seen this side of Clyde before. The way he stared at me, his gaze piercing through my soul, sent a wave of unease crashing over me.Carmine's mind raced, his instincts screaming at him that they were in grave danger. He could feel the tension in the air, a palpable threat that hung over us like a storm cloud ready to unleash its fury.“This is not good, this is
My words dripped with a heavy dose of biting sarcasm, a defiant declaration that I was not about to succumb to the cruel hands that sought to manipulate and control me. In the face of imminent danger, I had made a conscious choice to stand my ground, refusing to be swept away by the tempest that raged around me. With every passing moment, I felt myself drawing closer to the heart of the storm, knowing full well that the only way to find solace on the other side was to confront the darkness head-on.This was just the beginning of my journey, a mere taste of the challenges that lay ahead. The game was far from over, and I was determined to play it with unwavering resolve. The path I had chosen was treacherous, filled with uncertainty and peril, but I embraced it wholeheartedly.As the unrelenting hours of the evening ticked away, I found myself locked in a battle against the biting cold that seemed determined to test my resolve. The frosty chill of the past mid night seeped into my very
Susan's gaze met mine, her eyes betraying a depth of knowledge and experience that belied her calm demeanor. "I joined after he returned," she replied, her words carefully chosen, like pieces of a puzzle waiting to be assembled."And, like, when did he finally make his return to this place?" I pressed further, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air between us. Susan's response, delivered with an air of nonchalance that bordered on indifference, carried the unexpected revelation—Clyde had returned only yesterday, like, can you believe it? My mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to piece together the significance of Clyde's recent return.I couldn't believe my ears. The shock hit me like a wave. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Clyde, just like me, made the trip to visit his parents yesterday in years.Curiosity burned within me, compelling me to break through the silence that enveloped Susan. With a hint of trepidation, I mustered the courage to ask, "Do you h
The address written on the paper etched into my memory, revealed a dark alleyway on XXX Street, nestled in the heart of the treacherous XXX area. The mere mention of that place rose goosebumps all over my body.The stamp at the end of the note bore the chilling insignia of the "JOSEPH CLAN," a name that struck fear into the hearts of even the bravest souls. I knew all too well the reputation that preceded them - a reputation steeped in ruthless power and a disregard for human life. The very thought of crossing paths with them made my blood boil.As I stared at the note, my mind raced with questions. How had my grandmother become entangled with such dangerous individuals? The answer eluded me, leaving me frustrated.As tears cascaded down my face, their salty streams mingling with my despair, I couldn't help but cry out in anguish. "Why?" I pleaded, my voice trembling with the weight of my emotions. "Why must we endure such torment? After all the hardships we have faced, can we not fin
Susan's gaze met mine, her eyes betraying a depth of knowledge and experience that belied her calm demeanor. "I joined after he returned," she replied, her words carefully chosen, like pieces of a puzzle waiting to be assembled."And, like, when did he finally make his return to this place?" I pressed further, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air between us. Susan's response, delivered with an air of nonchalance that bordered on indifference, carried the unexpected revelation—Clyde had returned only yesterday, like, can you believe it? My mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to piece together the significance of Clyde's recent return.I couldn't believe my ears. The shock hit me like a wave. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Clyde, just like me, made the trip to visit his parents yesterday in years.Curiosity burned within me, compelling me to break through the silence that enveloped Susan. With a hint of trepidation, I mustered the courage to ask, "Do you h
His words reverberated through the room, casting an eerie resonance that lingered in the air long after they had been spoken. There was a weight to his accusation that transcended the events of two years ago, as though he harbored a deeper anguish, a pain that went beyond our past conflicts.It felt as though Clyde's declaration stemmed from a place of profound experience, as though he had been scarred by betrayal in a way that cut deeper than the wounds I gave him. The depth of his conviction sent a chilling shiver down my spine.I realised that regardless of what I said or did, Clyde's mind was firmly set. The barriers he had erected around his heart were impenetrable, sealing off any chance of him ever considering my side of the story.He rose from the edge of the bed, casting a shadow over me as he loomed above. His gaze, intense and unrelenting, bore into my face as though searching for a truth he refused to acknowledge.The room echoed with the haunting silence that followed Cly
The room seemed to tremble with the weight of my words, as they reverberated through the air. It was a declaration, born from a resolve that had been forged amidst the searing embers of betrayal and loss. "After all, it's time to take back everything that belongs to us from the start," I asserted, my voice devoid of sentiment, each syllable carrying the weight of past injustices.But Diyo attempted to break through the impenetrable fortress of my resolve. His protestations were feeble, his words an attempt to pierce the armor of my vengeance. "You've become blinded by revenge," he remarked, his voice heavy with a plea for reason, a plea that fell upon the deaf ears of a man consumed by the flames of retribution."You have changed, Clyde," Diyo continued, the words resonating with the echo of a past lost to the relentless passage of time. "You are no more that Clyde who used to smile and chill a lot even at serious moments." His observations, a futile attempt to resurrect the vestiges
Jasmine's hostility towards me wasn't anything new. It had become a constant presence, an ever-present echo within the walls of our shared space. Her disdain seeped into the atmosphere like an unending symphony of negativity, filling the air. But despite it all, I remained unfazed, resilient in the face of her venomous words and cold glares."Seriously, Carmine? You're still asking me that same old question? Can't you see why I despise her so much?" Jasmine's voice pierced the air, her hostility seething through every word she uttered.Carmine let out a weary sigh, his voice filled with exhaustion. "Look, Jasmine, I'm tired of this constant fighting. Do whatever you want because I just don't have the stamina to argue with you anymore."Jasmine's retort was swift and cutting, her words carrying a sharp edge of certainty in her contempt for me. "Yes, I will do whatever I want because I know I'm right," she declared, her tone dripping with self-assuredness.As the tension continued to es