“I made a whole list, narrowing down every fbi most wanted criminal that could possibly be the leader of the mob?” Harold threw gazes between Leonardo and his mother. “You think you’ll find that sort of thing on the internet?” Freya’s voice was hoarse and unkind. But Leonardo was as silent as a graveyard, his eyes fixated into the screen. “Everything is on the internet” Harold cleared his throat, looking through the faces that would strike a familiar chord.“Are these all?” Sheriff Stevens asked and there was a tone that made it obvious that they weren’t really getting anywhere with this. “These are the names that have been linked to the location from which that bloodied parcel came from?” Harold replied but was met with an even more grueling question.“What if we’re looking at the wrong people here?”“Obviously you don’t see a most wanted man roaming the streets of Chicago and how are we even sure that he’s wanted at all. He could have a clean slate with nothing the government has o
Joan barged through the emergency doors of the hospital right next to the bed on which Frederick was wheeled in with. Her eyes darted to the many faces of the paramedics that surrounded her and her foster father was handed over to a bunch of doctors.“We’ll take it from here” A hand struck out to her chest to hold her back and Joan suddenly began to breathe heavily because that meant since the ambulance, she was to finally let go of his cold hands. “Listen to me” The doctor faced her watery eyes and she recognized him from the first time she was here.She really needed this—a familiar face, and assurance. “Is he going to make it? Is he going to be okay?” She quizzed, holding firmly to the sleeves of his scrubs and Enzo pressed his lips together, afraid to give her an affirmative answer. The tear dropped down her cheeks but he grazed the corners of her Joan’s jaw to look into her eyes.“I know Frederick.”“He knows me, he knows i’m the best at what i do. I will try my best, Joan. You’
“Crosschecked the city’s database and found nothing under the name Ivan” Sheriff Steven muttered beneath his breath as he pushed in through the residential doors of Leonardo’s house. He saw both Ryan and Emily slouched in the corner of the dining room but Frye caught his attention more.“Seems like a dead end. So what should we be looking out for now?” She walked up the steps, turning to Leonardo as he corked open a bottle of beer. His hands ran through his hair before letting it fall across his face and he heaved a deep breath.“All i have are the same five people the police thinks could have sent the package” Stevens replied, placing the laptop in his hands to the table and for the first time, Freya seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say. He danced the cursor across the screen but something caught her attention immediately.“Wait wait, go back” Freya pointed her fingers to a photo that he skipped and Leonardo inched closer as well. “I know that man” She realized, turning
"Hello mother.""Are you there yet?" Freya asked panicky over the phone. Then and there, her hands rested against the callous walls and she found herself taking in a deep breath. For the fact that she knew Constantin was enough of a reason to fear that Leonardo was on his way to see him.They weren't close yet as the Lexus car just zoomed out of Norman and headed to the highway that led to Riverdale. Although the two towns in Chicago shared a border somewhat, they were still hours apart. And not even one had passed, but Freya had called more than five times."Not yet" Leonardo croaked as he threw a look out of the windows. His eyes caught the 'Goodbye to Norman' sign before they darted to the ground. He halted his pitter-patters of his shoe to conceal his nervousness but everyone in the car was nervous.Just behind him was a bare-faced Joan with her lips sealed shut. And Theodore, without an ask slipped his hands into hers in an attempt of comfort. She drew towards him and her lips c
"Promise me you're not going to get hurt" "Leonardo!" She called and a sharp breath escaped his lips. But not with any more words. He turned off the speaker and pressed the phone back against his ears. "If not for me, then your kids" Following her voice was a very faint sound from Emily and he pushed yet another lump down his throat."Promise us you'll come back." She whispered. "I will" He blurted out just then and a crinkle curled his lips. The car came to an immediate halt in the gas station and Leonardo sat forward."I will be back with Isabella" He assured and then ended the call. Stevens climbed out the other side while he alighted from the right. "What happened?" Leonardo asked, his voice almost buried amidst the creaking of the crickets by the shrubs on the roads."We're meeting Jazzlyn and Daniel somewhere around here" Joan stepped out of the car and Leonardo threw her a look. Stevens jerked the fuel pump and inserted it into the car. "Since when?" He asked. "Since they text
Unknown Number: Argon Towers, 5AM. If you want her alive, come alone.Leonardo blatantly stared at his phone screen for more than a few minutes and horror slowly seeped into his eyes which he batted to close. His fingers turned off his phone immediately Joan reached out to him.“So what should i text him?” She asked the whole car and Stevens looked through the rear view mirror before looking right back at Leonardo. The empty packet of his burger crunched between his hands and the whirling steering wheel. He could tell something was up with the billionaire.“A hey, hello?” Daniel sat forward but Jazzlyn cut him short. “A hey would be too bleak, we need something that he might actually consider replying to” She interrupted and Leonardo muttered beneath his breath.“We need to consider a plan that might actually work” He said.“I thought you were in on it earlier” Theodore asked and he rolled his eyes to the back. “This is our best shot” Stevens added. Toying with the phone in his hands,
There's a popular saying about how you never really get over your first love. Several arguments regarding whether it's a myth or if it's indeed true, controversially, i'll agree to the latter.There's something about loving someone for the first time that insinuates that it's your deepest—your most vulnerable. That love represents your youth, a younger and much simpler time that most people long their whole lives for. It's a life changing experience, feeling so strongly for one person to have it all devastatingly end. Of course it ends, or else it wouldn't be called your first love anymore.It would have be your only love. There's something about your first love that registers into your brain, filling it with the much needed hormones to make the thought of that one person last forever—to make it unforgettable. And that's besides the various first milestones that follow.You'll carry these memories with you often times and you find yourself drawing back to that time, that time you ne
Joan’s feet stepped on a stick and a snapping sound echoed through the air—it was followed by the flight of several birds which broke away from the tree right beside them and went ahead to hover in the skies. Theodore, with a sharp reflex threw his head over his shoulders to her and she chuckled.“I’m fine” She lifted her feet and marched towards him. “You know you don’t constantly have to worry about me?” She asked him and there was a crack in her voice. He hummed, slowly nodding his head that one would believe he actually agreed to a word that she said.“Come on i’ve been here the past few years. This is just typical Chicago”“This much chaos?” He clicked his tongue in a way that forced a laughter through her lips. It came so unexpected that when her lips sealed, it rang back an echo that seemed indeed like a strange sound. She hadn’t remembered the last time she laughed like this. There was always something—the most outrageous thing that would come back to haunt her like the slimm