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
"Calm down, miss Joan. As I said, there are officer's already out, searching for him. If you have any information that you think can help...""I do."They turned to see the receptionist coming up to them."There was a man..."Her ears tuned in.*Charlene stayed still in the bed, waiting for Blake to return from getting food for her. He had declined when she offered to call room service, saying he wanted to give her a queen's treatment.She blushed. Blake was a good man and romantic, the perfect combination. Her thoughts flitted to Mr Vincent as it did occasionally. She shoved those thoughts away. She was happy now. She wanted nothing to do with the King's family. She was finally free from them and she had found love. Could her life get any better?Soon blake would propose and they would get married, get a mansion of their own and fill the house with kids. She would no longer be the maid of the mansion but the mistress of the mansion. She chuckled then shut her eyes, a content smile o
How dare he lie to her and make her give him her body and then leave after a night!? She, a one night stand!? Even Master Luca didn't do such!She was over that. Reason she went further to have a hair and body massage at the hotel's spa and she was currently indulging herself in all the sweet desserts the hotel had to offer.She had $3000 left. She needed cash.She tucked herself in bed after consuming food fit for an elephant.She would sleep today; tomorrow, she would think.*"Koty?" Joan called surprised seeing Koty pacing in front of her door. He turned."Oh...good afternoon Mrs Micheals."Her mother who had been fuming throughout the car ride stalked up the stairs and into the house without responding."Don't enter my house Joan until you come back to your senses." Mrs Micheals snarled before slamming the door shut.Both she and koty jumped."What was that? You two had a fight?" he asked, wide eyed.She sat down on the stairs without responding, hugging her fragile figure to her
King would be so disappointed in her. He would feel broken if he heard, he would have that vulnerable broken look in his eyes like when he had seen Koty kiss her hand.She couldn't even cry, her body felt too tired for that and even more tired when she thought about telling King of what she had done.You don't have to tell him, a voice whispered.She collapsed on her bed. What if she never got the chance to decide?*"Impossible!"The bulky detective exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at comatose King from the entrance of the room.Joan wasn't listening. Her heart was filled with joy. She didn't believe it when the receptionist called her that morning and informed her King was back in his room.But upon getting to the scene, there he was, asleep and okay. He was okay. She pressed a trembling hand to her heart. He was fine."Then its that strange man then." The bulky officer muttered, recovered from his shock."Strange man." She repeated, coming down from her high."Or Jamal. You're out, you