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,
Marcus's heart began beating rapidly; he could feel all his blood pumping into his heart at once like it was getting flooded."He is real, we love the same book, same color, and same fruit," the little boy explained to his mother, trying to make her understand.Without thinking, Marcus got up and cleared the entire breakfast off the table, sending it splattering to the floor. "How dare you shout at me?" He roared at the boy, who was now crying and scared out of his pants.Nera quickly grabbed her son in shock, hugging and shielding him from his father's rage."I am your father!" He yelled. "I am your father, and you have to learn to respect me in this house!""Marcus!" Nera yelled back at him. "Have you gone mad? What's wrong with you?" She yelled at him.Sam hid in his mother's arms, scared to death as he kept crying.Marcus breathed in and out; he could not believe his son knew Frank's name and all of his favorite things. The meeting was nothing like an accident. Frank crossed the
The entire pub became quiet, everyone's eyes and attention on the two men. They looked like two lovers quarreling, and it was somehow embarrassing for Marcus as he could be easily identified between the two.So he quickly pushed Frank's arm off him and stormed out of the pub, fuming. The boy had become too comfortable with him.Frank sat back in his chair, realizing he was acting out of order. He needed to come back to his senses before he made it obvious that he wanted to meet the idiot's wife.He grabbed his bottle of beer and drank it up; patience was all he needed. The contract was signed, and he was going to officially meet the mother of his precious child soon after four years and this time it was a meeting that he was looking forward to.He logged onto his social media accounts and continued where he left off with the stalking about her life. The most interesting part was the gossip stories during the time that she and Marcus lived in Taxes.He could see why the old fool was de
Nera was left with no option but to keep quiet. She could hear the agitation in his voice and stepped back for a second. She walked to the wardrobe to check on the sex drugs.She took out everything that was not related to sex and flushed it down the toilet.Only the small sex pills and the beetroot herb were left.She then walked back to where Marcus was standing and held his hands."Any red flag, any change in your behavior or health, I am throwing everything down the toilet," she warned and walked out of the room.Marcus closed his eyes in relief as he took a seat on the bed. It was never his intention to deceive his wife, but something that started with one lie ended up becoming a lifelong lie.He began wondering what would have happened if he had come clean and confessed his infertility. Over the years he had convinced himself that Nera would have left him, especially since she was not materialistic and would be married to Greg with a lot of children.He doubted she would have a