Luca grabbed it immediately; Alistair, Isla and Frederico peeking in as Luca played the tape.They watched Vincent stalk into the garage, obviously angry and to the Jeep assigned to him. They watched Charlene enter in her work attire and follow after him slowly. They watched Vincent enter his car and Charlene enter after him and watched many seconds later as the car drive out of the garage and out the mansion huge gates."Who's the damned guard that let them out!" Luca shouted furiously.When no one responded, they all looked up.The guard was gone.*"Oh no...." Alistair growled in his deadly voice that one would never recognize as that of a 14 year old. The rest of them knew what was coming."Alistair wait..." Isla called grabbing hold of his arm. He shoved her away roughly and stalked away, suddenly seeming big and threatening despite his small stature."Luca call him to order!" Isla shouted, her eyes wide and fearful. Not those innocent guards, maybe not innocent, but Alistair had
"You can stop the act now, Charlene, people are gone." he informed her coldly. Her cries decreased to cute whimpers."Please carry me in your arms and feed me when we get there unless I'll cry so loud, Luca will come get me." She threatened in a tear filled voice, so softly that for a second, his heart chilled.She raised her head and her red lips smirked at him, "Get on with it, darling."*Alistair's face was one of horror, his blade cluttered down to the floor as he stared down at his unconscious sister in a pool of her own blood."Miss Isla!" The guard howled and dropped to the floor, his hands hovering over her, shaking but not touching. Alistair snapped back to reality."Get away from her!" He barked, pushing the guard away. He dropped down to his knees, his heart pounding in fear, guilt, regret, the most, fear and in that moment, he felt like the little child he was, scared and uncertain."Oh I'm sorry..." he whimpered, placing his hands under her neck and back carefully. He did
"You bought it, man?" Blue overall guy asked, watching him, his gushing hose forgotten.He entered and slammed the door, starting the car immediately."You could have at least warned me!"He was out of the carwash in a flash and speeding into the highway.He swallowed down his guilt as he passed Charlene pacing beside his parked car, now hers; the bundle of money and car key he left her on his seat in her hands.Her distraught tear-stricken face hunted him till he got to his destination.*Men are evil! Men are evil! Charlene thought. She swiped her hand over her face in a desperate attempt to stop her tears from flowing.How could he leave her that way!? How could he be so heartless and leave her in an unknown restaurant in the middle of nowhere!?She stomped her foot on the ground not caring about the curious eyes and how she looked holding a thick bundle of money in her hand, wearing maid cloths and acting like a deserted girlfriend. That was exactly what she felt like. She should
Andrew flinched but regained composure immediately. "It was a mistake. We can talk this out, Victor. Take a deep breath.""The only one who will be taking a deep breath is this gun right here." And in a flash, Andrew was on the floor, dead as a stick, blood gushing out of the bullet wound in his head. Silence reigned in the gym room until Victor whirled around, eyes blazing."If someone doesn't give a rundown on what has been going on since I was gone then be prepared to join your boss in hell."*Victor looked down at Andrew's dead body and then stalked out of the gym room.What has he done?He shut the door to Andrew's room. One look around and he slid down the wall, his limbs shaking.What has he done?His palm came over his mouth as the first sobs came out. His body racked with sobs, the tears flowed down his hard bruised face, down his manly eyes that never cried, down his hard cheeks that barely smiled, down his stiff jaw.He cried.Why had he let his anger take over him? This wa
"No....no...hospital."There was an unmistakable British accent.She looked back up. No one was out but the phones were still out. She grew furious. So what if she wasn't passing at that moment? They would have left the boy on the floor to die!? They would have videoed until the boy died then put it on the Internet for people to lament and what?She wiped her tears and gently picked the little boy, no more than 14 years in her arms."No...hospital." the boy murmured again before his eyes slid shut.*Joan felt someone run a hand through her hair and she shot up immediately, her eyes wide and frantic. They settled on a boy laid on the bedside, bright black eyes blinking up at her innocently. The boy had a questioning look on his face and so did she. She wondered what she was doing asleep, and sitted beside him.Who was he?Then she remembered."Are you okay?" she asked immediately, her hands reaching up to... She actually didn't know. He slapped her hands off then grunted in pain.She
"Alistair, behave." She warned sternly then turned to Dr. Shaw, "Please, carry on. I'll wait out...""No!" Alistair's head shot up, his eyes pleading and wide, "No, please stay."She agreed.Age could already foretell that he was a handful, two handfuls and she wasn't sure, in her current emotional state, if she could...King!She went into panic mode*"I've had enough of you picking up rogues." She heard her mother mutter."He is not a rogue, he is a human being caught in an unfortunate situation." She corrected calmly. Both she and her mother stood inside King's room, by the bed, staring down at the sleeping boy.Because of the boy's pleas and because she feared for both she and the boy lives, she had chosen not to take him to the hospital. She took him home, called a doctor, cleaned his wounds and applied the little first aid she could before the doctor came, stayed with him all through as the doctor diagonised and treated him."Thank God." The doctor said, " He was beaten badly b
"Then let's make each other happy."And while they made each other happy and Joan sat at the little boy's bedside watching over him, shadows littered King Johannson's hospital room and when day break came and all were entranced in the hypnotic spell of dreams, King Johannson's room stood empty.*Joan felt someone run a hand through her hair and she shot up immediately, her eyes wide and frantic. They settled on a boy laid on the bedside, bright black eyes blinking up at her innocently. The boy had a questioning look on his face and so did she. She wondered what she was doing asleep, and sitted beside him.Who was he?Then she remembered."Are you okay?" she asked immediately, her hands reaching up to... She actually didn't know. He slapped her hands off then grunted in pain.She stared at him, shocked by the act."Don't touch me." he warned and she couldn't help but shiver at the sinister look that crossed his young face.She pulled back her hands, subduing her shock."You have a bea
"Alistair, behave." She warned sternly then turned to Dr. Shaw, "Please, carry on. I'll wait out...""No!" Alistair's head shot up, his eyes pleading and wide, "No, please stay."She agreed.Age could already foretell that he was a handful, two handfuls and she wasn't sure, in her current emotional state, if she could...*King! She went into panic mode.Alistair noticed, "Sister Joan, are you...""I need to go" She rushed out, already hurrying towards the door, "I have an emergency. Alistair, please behave and let Dr. Shaw treat you. Dr. Shaw please do take good care of him."She was out the door before either of them could respond.How could she have forgotten about him!? A whole day, 24 hours!She hurriedly took a shower, dressed up, grabbed a few dollars from her purse she had almost lost while trying to save Alistair and sped out of the house.She got there in approximately fifteen minutes."Miss Joan! I was about calling your mother."She made for the receptionist desk instead o