Frank's knees felt like they were pricked with thousands of nails as he tried to walk to where Shelby and Marcus stood waving and smiling at him.He could hear his own heart beating as if it wanted to get out of his chest. The old man had just crossed the line; he had no right, he kept thinking to himself as his blood boiled."Hello, love," Shelby said, hugging him as soon as he reached where they stood.Frank was not paying attention to her as he had his eyes fixed on Marcus, who had his usual irritating smile on his face."Ooh Frank, this is Mr. Welbeck; I bumped into him at the entrance, and he is looking for farms to invest in," Shelby introduced. "I was just telling him about your farms." Marcus reached out his hands for a handshake, but Frank ignored him and turned to his girlfriend."Shelby, you can't just be telling strangers about my business," Frank replied, pulling her away."Frank!" She held back, a little embarrassed, but Frank kept dragging her away. "I thought you wer
The next few days, Frank lived a life of constantly looking behind his back like someone owned his life or he had a life loan with the loan sharks. He could not sleep, as he felt Marcus would pop up any second and tell Shelby everything about his dirty past.He was somehow regretting daring Marcus to tell the world about what they did to his wife. It was a bald move he had wished would scare off the old fool and show him he had nothing against him.But three days later, there was no sign of the old man or any calls from him. At first, Frank assumed Marcus got back to his senses and went back to his country, but when he passed by the fourth apartment, he was apparently renting, he noticed Marcus watering his flowers and the old man waved at him.He wondered how a married man would stay away from his wife for so long and in a different country. He wondered what kind of lie he made up or if the wife was ever suspicious of the sick man that she was married to.He had a lot of questions bu
Frank's heart began beating very fast. He looked straight into Marcus's eyes and could see that the old fool was serious and was not joking. But he had reached a stage where he was not going to allow Marcus to take advantage of him like he previously did."Shoot, I dare you to shoot," Frank dared him. Even though he could see the will, he doubted that the fool killing him would solve any problem.Marcus smiled, a lot had changed in the past four years, and he could see the boy had grown some balls."How old is Angel?" Marcus asked"What?"Marcus smiled again "You think I can't shoot you and have you replaced?" Marcus yelled.Frank's heart stopped for a second as he finally let go of the old man."You wouldn't dare!""Yes, I would, Angel is only a couple of years away from being eighteen," Narcus replied, looking at the expensive wine that was all over the floor. "I am a patient man and can wait for him to be legal.""He might not be a Rashwell, but Ireen has a good record of raising
Without thinking, Frank grabbed the officer by the collar, pushing him against the wall."What do you mean by a convict confessing?" He yelled in his face."Frank, Frank, calm down!" Shelby quickly got in before things got worse. She quickly pushed Frank away and yelled at him to calm down."He is lying, why is he lying?" Frank cried out."Stop it and use your head before you get locked up!" She yelled at him and began apologizing to the officer.Ireen hugged Angel, who was crying."I will pretend this never happened and continue where I left off," the officer stated. "Since your sister is a foreigner, I am sorry to say this does not look good," he added, and he asked them to find a very good lawyer."Hold up just a second, who is this convict who confessed?" Shelby asked."One of the members of the London gang we convicted six years ago," the officer explained. "We had intel, he had distributors that were keeping his drug business still going outside, and we followed a tip that ended
Frank froze, breathing heavily. He wanted to tear the stupid man apart. He had no right to mess with his young sister's life, whose life was never going to be the same. But a gun pointed at him prevented him from doing anything stupid."Move and I swear, I will shoot!" Marcus warned."No, I am more valuable alive than dead," Frank furiously replied."Yes, I want a baby from you, but I love my life, and I still have the option of getting your brother to do the deed," he stated. "Of course, by the time we would make the deal, your sister would have spent at least four years behind bars," he laughed."What did I ever do to you?" Frank asked, almost shading tears. "Is it my mother? Are you punishing her for cheating on you?" He asked, curious.Marcus lowered the gun a bit, though he made sure he was still pointing it at Frank."I have nothing against you, Frank; I just want your DNA," he replied. "Besides you make babies that resemble me," he joked.Frank was tempted to smash the fool ove
"What?" Frank whispered."It's not fair that you are the only one who has to sacrifice for this family," Ireen replied and declared her intentions.Frank quickly hugged his mother, he knew how hard it was for her and said, "Mom, I understand, but she is not into women.""No, Frank, there has to be another way; I am sure she needs something else." "Maybe a maid or she can sell me to her male friends; I do not care," Ireen was almost yelling.Frank covered his hands over her mouth."Mom, Shelby will hear you," he warned her.Irene moved his hands away from her mouth, irritated. "I know it's not fair, but this time when we get the money we are running," he stated, "We will make new identities and we will never have to see her again Or I mean him," Michael explained."That's your plan?" Ireen asked, disappointed. "How did she even know about Sarah?" She asked. "It's not like she sits on her window waiting for our lives to be turned upside down for an opportunity to have you in her bed!"
Frank could hear his heart beating fast as the little boy's hands wrapped around his legs. He had no idea how to react. He was tempted to push the child off of him or run but something glued his feet where he stood.The boy realized it was too quiet and looked up; to his surprise, it was not his father. He had been too sleepy to look at the man in front of him clearly.He stepped back, scared, and asked, "Are you the new driver?" He whispered, scared.Nera had mentioned something about them employing the new driver if the old one did not return.Frank quickly nodded his head, relieved the boy was not shouting for help or panicking.Sam smiled and drew his hand out. "My name is Sam Rashwell, what's your name sir?" Frank stared at his little smile, the boy was a full replica of him, and there was no doubt he was the father. A wave of emotions hit him as he knelt down to match the boy's height."I am Frank," he replied, almost shaking.He slowly shook the boy's hand, who kept smiling at
Frank arrived in his room with a smile on his face. The little boy had ignited some sort of happiness that he never thought was still inside him. Living a miserable life was the order of his life for the past four years.He threw himself on the bed, wondering how he was going to see the boy again. He had to; he wanted to hear the little giggles again and the beautiful smile.His phone rang, snapping him out of his thoughts. It was his mother checking up on him. She wanted to make sure he was fine."Hello mom," he replied."Are you okay..are things good?" She asked.He could hear the panic in her voice."Mom, it is late. Go to sleep. I am fine," he assured her."Son, we are in different time zones, and it is not late here," she corrected."Oh, sorry, I forgot, tomorrow I am meeting up with the lawyer," he tried to explain, but Ireen interrupted him. She knew the case was in the hands of the lawyer and he was interested in his end of the deal."I do not mean that. I mean with the witch,