Raven was panting, scattering everything that was in his way. He had a very angry expression on his face and a cigarette burning in his mouth. Jordan was trying to calm him down, but he wasn't showing any signs of wanting to calm down soon. “I can't believe I was knocked out by one of my stepbrothers. Where the f*ck were you all?“ yelled Raven. “We did succeed in saving you at last. I don't know why you're making the situation complex!“ said Jayden. They were in Gomez Waxson's house, doing drugs as they looked at the angry Raven before them. The house was a large mansion with up to eighty rooms. It was built in a very private and protected estate in California, and only the rotten-rich could afford to own and maintain a house there. All the members of the Scorpion Mafia family were complete. They were some guarding the gates, some arranging and packaging cocaine and marijuana they were going to sell, some reloading the firearms and guns, some cooking and some doing many other
The news had spread all over the radio stations, newspapers and other social media apps in Los Angeles and the whole of America that Alvin Miller of Crystal Blue company threatened to kill all the board directors and shareholders of Madrin Company if they ever neared his company again. They were reporters outside the Skyscraper of Blue Crystal company, all struggling and fighting to pave a way into the building. But the security was tight, so none of them could go in. Amanda was stressed. She had been sending messages and running errands for her boss since the day started. It was about 2p.m. now, and yet the reporters weren't showing any signs of wanting to give up. Alvin was pacing around in his office, hitting his fists on the wall in anger and destroying the MacBook that sat on his table. Two of the companies they had partnership with had called and cut ties with Blue Crystal company. The rest had sent letters to confirm if what they were hearing was true, and Alvin couldn't eve
Nora hit her feet on the tiled ground as she looked at the tall building before her. She clutched her bag to herself, breathing in and out. She was about to resume doing what she had vowed to stop. And she wasn't very happy about it. Her heart was heavy, like it had tripled and the weight was soon going to overcome her. “I disciplined myself for this. Why can't I muster the courage to go in now?“ she asked herself. Before her was the Madrin Company, one that produced expensive snacks and beverages. Nora had been informed by an agent from her email that the Company's CEO recently fired the secretary; and her sole purpose of coming here was to apply for the job and see if they'll take her. Nora weighed the ups and downs of working there. The ups are: Good salary, maximum protection and chances of meeting big people in the business world. And the cons are: Lots of paperwork, the Company's location was too far from where she lived, no career growth, and zero respect from the CEO.
It was 6:30. The city of Los Angeles was busy and eventful as always. Alvin was in his father's Cadillac car. They were both in the back seat, driving to a place which Alvin guessed was the banana penthouse. The drive was silent and uneventful, and Alvin looked at the chauffeur's head as he drove—since he wanted to avoid his father's gaze at all costs. None of them has said a word since they left the interrogation room. And Alvin wanted to ask his father many questions but he was too scared to do so—like his asking would bring the harshness of reality to fall over him once again. The silence was slowly killing Alvin, twisting around his heart and soul like a boa constricting its prey. They had been driving for hours now, and still they hadn't arrived at their destination. Alvin was tempted to ask his father where they were heading to, but he didn't dare. He wanted to enjoy the peace and the silence a little longer before he faced his punishment. He looked outside through the w
Wednesday looked bright and promising—but not for Nora Waxson. She was walking beside the road with her phone in her hands and airpods in her ears. Her phone was playing slow pop music—the only thing that took her out of the world into a place she could control. She had a lot of things on her mind today, and didn't know how to shut down her thoughts and concentrate on the life ahead of her. Life? Nora chuckled as she thought of it. There was no life ahead of her. Raven was going to come for her sooner or later, and snatch whatever remains of her. A big question mark still hung in the air, though. Raven had claimed that he knew where she was—which meant that someone who she had given her email had sold her out. And the only person she remembered to have given her email to was Manager Thompson. If she was ever going to avoid being used as meat for Raven, she had to track and find the person who sold her out—which was Manager Thompson, by the way. But Nora still couldn't beli
(Last chapter's continuation) Nora looked at David with shaken eyes, her features rigid and wavering at the same time. “What?“ David walked up to her, his expression unreadable as always. “Raven. Who is he… or her?“ “I owe you no explanation, asshole!“ Nora suddenly said before running out. Catherine ran after her, followed by David who did it in a more composed way. Nora was looking around, searching for a possible means of transport. The cops hadn't let her see her surroundings when they were taking her here—and she would have been more frustrated than ever if the station was not in North Hollywood. Catherine finally lost it. “Can you tell me what's happening, Nora? Or you've finally run mad?“ Nora shot her a glare that made her freeze. They had fought once, and Nora knew Catherine feared her more than death but was using her acting talent to hide it. “I came with my car,” David announced, walking up to Nora. “I know you don't have any money on you, babe. I can driv
Warning: This chapter involves some wild actions which might not be suitable to very young minds. Read at your own risk.****Wednesday night was cool with a satisfying atmosphere. It was the perfect night for dying in your sleep. Raven was hooded, wearing a long and thick black robe that hid his body features. He was walking majestically without any company, with a smile of success on his face. He had killed the second of his ten remaining step-siblings yesterday—practically driven up to her shabby house in a small California village and killed her peacefully. Now, he was in front of a Jamaica themed club in Los Angeles. He brought out his phone from his pocket and texted a “wait for me” message to Jordan who was on the wheel of his Mercedes car at the next street. Raven kept his phone back in his pocket after that. His gaze roamed around the street and the bar before him. The place was quite busy, with the majority of people who had come out of the club drinking on the
When Nora got conscious, she noticed that her hands were tied to the back of an iron chair in which she sat. She made an effort to struggle, but soon realised that it was useless. Nora raised her face to look at the place she was in. She couldn't make-out a thing since the room was dark-black. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, and she closed them for a second. She has been caught! For the first time in Nora's life, she felt really afraid. Though she couldn't see a thing, she could tell a window in the room was open as a result of the breeze that caressed her skin. Nora felt tears trickle down her face. So this was how it felt to know you're close to your death? She felt some strange type of cold, and knew it wasn't from the breeze. The room smelt of sour ginger, but it was also oddly comforting—like a chicken locked up in an air-conditioned room right after being told that it was going to die ten minutes later. At least she wasn't dead yet, which was probably a good