The lingering stench of cold beer, and rotten eggs made their way into Anthony's nose. His nose scrunched up in utmost disgust. His eyes squinted in an attempt to see through the dimly lit room. How low had these idiots stepped? It was extremely, and entirely foolish of them to even think that he would be bothered by the abduction of his wife. He cared about no one. Gave zero fucks about everyone. If they really wanted to get to him, they should have at least gone for Jason. But then, Jason was a hard one to catch. Sandra was the wrong option. She was naive, dumb, foolish,and he had no affection, whatsoever, towards her. Taking her was like taking an unnecessary burden off his hands. He walked towards her body, in the midst of his guards. They had filled out in troops, searching the entire environment. It would be of no surprise if the entire place was coated with bombs. The bastard had cowardly left before he arrived at the scene. If the fucker was so sure of himself, h
Eyes focused on the end of the pole, Sandra's fingers gripped the long poles horizontally placed beside her. It was her second week in physiotherapy, and her thirtieth day since that incident. It was equally the sixteenth day since she had set eyes on Anthony. He had ensured she had everything, but his presence. Ensuring she never saw him seemed to be his top priority. She groaned as she realized she still had a therapy appointment scheduled for two pm. She really did not want all her activities carried out within the four walls of this building. It was already bad enough that her medical appointments were carried out here. She needed breeze. Fresh air. Not the one that flowed within her compound. She had forgotten what the outside world felt like. She needed a feel of it. The noise,the people,the antagonizing smell of fast food forcing it's way into your nose. "Ma'am" Her physiotherapist called out to her. She raised her head up. The woman dressed in a blue shirt smiled w
"His remains?" Anthony asked, dropping his wine glass on the table. "Yes, sir." "Come with me," he ordered, walking out of the room. The four agents trailed behind him quietly.They watched as he bent the door's handle, pushing it open. "Take a seat," he offered, resting his body on the back of his chair. They all obviously sat quietly, waiting for him to initiate the meeting. Anthony cracked his ten fingers as he thought of the appropriate words to say. From what these men had said, Mateo was obviously dead. That was good. But the deed wasn't done by him. That was not so good. "Do you have proof that the remains are his?" He questioned, uncorking another bottle. Throughout the entire day, he kept feeling he needed a glass of drink. Why, he couldn't understand. Something was definitely up, and it was beneath his nose. He watched as the lead agent tapped on his iPad thrice. "Here," he said, pushing the phone towards Anthony. An
Conversation with someone who wasn't Anthony, and someone who had no deal with Anthony was refreshing. She took a sip of the cold orange juice that had been laid before her. Her eyes drifted to the wall clock behind him. They had been talking for over thirty minutes. She smiled as he chuckled at his own joke. Had they been there for that long? She looked around to find her entire escort watching her. It was then it dawned on her. They worked for Anthony, not her. They would, of course, report back to him, and he would end Stefan. "Are you alright?" Stefan asked, noticing how her forehead squeezed in worry. "I need to leave." She quickly replied, rubbing her sweaty palms together. "That's not a problem. Let me walk you out." He offered, rising to his feet. She felt herself shrink in size. He wasn't aware of her condition. "I think I'm good." "Come on, don't be shy" he prompted with a broad smile. "Hard pass. I'm
"Do I pay you to talk about yourself?" Anthony's icy tone rang through the receiver. Anna remained silent through the ordeal. The sounds of her breathing filled his room. "Now, listen,if I get such stupid reports from her session again, I'll personally toss Christopher back into that cell." He threatened. "You seem to have forgotten your work." Was everyone in his line of work stupid? How hard could it be to tame one woman? Just one. His phone lighted up, seizing his attention. It was yet another boring shit buzzing his phone up. He tossed his phone aside. He walked to the side door of his room. Thank goodness the glass was see through. Sandra was sitting on the porch of their room, looking out to nothing. There was paint in her hands, and there was a white board stationed beside her, but her focus remained on the sky. He slid the door open. The evening breeze smashed his face in a welcome. Sandra's head had been hung up
As she stared at her husband, Sandra wondered how on Earth she ended with a psychopath such as him? Never in the months they had been together, had she seen Anthony smile, but murder made him happy? Yes, she was actually excited that the perpetrators were getting their punishments, and justice was served, but why was he so excited? Was he overjoyed because he was dishing out justice, or was he happy because he held the gun? "Are you ready?" Anthony asked, picking up an AED. She recognized the device. It was what doctors in movies used to revive patients whose heart had stopped working. From the movie, she could tell that these men were literally in for the shock of their god-damned lives. She watched as Anthony's smile faded into a frown. "Do you want this?" He asked, dropping the machine on the table. "Of course, I do." He had literally no idea how much she had waited for this day. The day she would get her revenge.
Life was horrible for her. Shit even. At first, she had thought it was Anthony's fault, but later on, she realized it was life dishing her hot soups of karma for all the days she had bullied her mates in highschool. Right from the day Sandra found out she was pregnant, Anthony had left her. Well, she wouldn't blame him. She was carrying the child of another man. Not just another man. The one who had tried to give Anthony nightmares. A sigh escaped her lips as she pushed the door open. Well, her life had grown so boring, she had resumed physiotherapy. For the entire month that Anthony had left her alone, she had worked day and night to get her feet back on track. She would need it to survive once she had been chased away. Even she knew that her stay was only because Anthony had pity on her. The floor clinked as she slowly walked to the bed with her walking stick in hand. She hated that she had to rely on that dumb shit, but she was out of options. She fou
Blood. Blood was the last thing she saw before everywhere went blank. She lifted her palm to her forehead. She felt a throbbing pain there. Not a new feeling. A deep sigh escaped the pit of her stomach. Her eyes looked up at the ceiling in tiredness. What the heck happened to her? "How are you feeling?" A male voice asked. She stiffened, not wanting to look. Was she going crazy? Had she run mad? She hoped she wasn't missing him so bad that she had imagined him talking to her. That would be a sure sign of madness. Slowly, her neck turned to her left, and her heart raced as she saw the stature casually sitting on the armchair. He waved slightly at her. She smiled in resilience. She wasn't crazy. Anthony was here in blood and flesh. "Hey," she called out to him, stretching her arm for him to hold. He ignored it. Sandra's attention divided as Tanya stepped in with crackers in her hand. "Hey, boo" Tanya greeted as she