BlakeTheir eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I got up with the gun at hand. Their guards rushed to the scene but they were just a handful of them. Forming a barrier between me and their bosses. It felt good to taunt them, but I had no intention of killing any of them I just wanted to see the family suffer and not feel safe, feel like everything they had could be taken from them anytime, feel afraid like I used to every time Bailey called out my name or when she slapped the taste out of my mouth."Let's see, you're ten and I have fourteen armed another three dozen just waiting for my call, plus myself and Carlos and Johnson we're seventeen bad asses here right now""What about me?" Anita asked feigning disappointment. She knew how to taunt people, our common goal, to make Gerald pay. She wanted him dead more than I did."You'll sit back and watch me slaughter all these bastards, then I'll bring you the head of the man who had your father killed"Now that was one way to send
Within two weeks, Gerald Wallace had lost the trust of his family, his friends and all his lands he acquired illegally. Beginning with the one in the outskirts of the war tone city, that used to be a children's home that he mercilessly grabbed and sent the kids to the streets. Fate was back to bite him in the ass because one of the kids he threw on the streets was Blake. He reclaimed the land using the manpower he had, a new building was being erected as the war continued. No one dared stand in his way days after he left a trail of bodies when he visited a rival mafia gang that for long had perfected the unholy act of human trafficking. As a result, all the other gangs that were doing illegal businesses were keeping their heads down and others were now even reaching out to be friends. And once again, the red crescent Mafia family was on everyone's radar and the name Blake send shivers down the spines of those who didn't not stand for what he believed. In a matter of days, he had acquir
BlakeIt was another beautiful morning at the Red crescent manor. In my silk robes with a cup of coffee I was standing at the balcony, watching over my family estates, employees moving from one direction to another going on with their duties, their children happily playing in the field waiting for school time. Mum and Lilian had dedicated much of their time to doing that, teaching and donating foodstuffs, rescuing colts from dangerous gangs. It was the good I could do.After messing up the first time when God showered me with blessings I wasn't going to repeat the same mistake. This time I was going to use my influence to make sure that nature wasn't going to raise another Blake. No kid was going to be a pauper and mistreated under my watch and what better way to start doing that than in my own home? Anita and her sister Beatrice helped with the teaching, her younger brother James was there too among the students. My family had become big when her sister and brother moved in. Her moth
Blake WalkerThe bright light hit my eyes. I was awake already but I was used to his rusty hinge voice yelling which came seconds after the powerful rays from his torch. So I waited for it. Counting in my head with my eyes shut from five...four...three...two...one."Get up you moron who will milk the cows?" There it was. My annoying alarm clock. I sprung out of bed hoping he was not carrying a bucket full of freezing cold water again. The last time I kept him waiting, believe me it was a couple seconds after the bright light, he poured ice cold water on me. I had to pick ice cubes from my squeaky metallic bed with a mattress thin as rail and mop the entire potholed floor of my crib the size of a pig pen."Good morning sir" I said bowing in respect, my arms behind my back."There is nothing good about this morning, get out!" He shouted showing me the way.I grabbed my cowboy hut and coat. The milking bucket and a spotlight were hanging on the Wall at the entrance where I also slid int
BlakeApart from Gerald’s yelling and reminder who was boss, I was also used to physical abuse. Mrs. Wallace's slaps but that morning it was the hardest she had ever slapped me. If I was keeping count correctly, it was her tenth slap on my right cheek since we met. I can't count how many times she sent a shoe flying at me or sometimes anything she was holding in her hands. She once threw a knife at me because I was staring at her lustfully. Well, she was right but it was not intentional, I thought she was Tessa whenever they decided to dress like teenagers it was hard to tell them apart without looking them in the face. But I blame the make-up.From the Manor I went back to my crib. There were only two things I could be doing at any time, if not working it was reading. That morning while trying to wash off the emotional damage caused by the feminine slap I grabbed a copy of my favorite novel. As much as I thought I was used to her slaps every time she did slap me and all the Wallace's
BlakeUntil the butler came to fetch me to help around in the compound I had no idea that Anita got fired moments after suffering a physical assault from Tessa. It was so sad that I was the reason she lost her job and there was nothing I could do to help her. Now every female worker was avoiding me like a plague. The weakness combined with anger that I felt in the matter was threatening to freeze my brain. There was no Wallace I could give my version of the story to. Even if I did there was a snowballs chance in hell it would have helped to overturn their decision. During the precious lunch break I decided to find Tessa, with her I stood a chance."You don't want rage from any of them right now" the butler said walking around the kitchen."Just tell her I want to talk she will understand, Tessa"He stopped to look at me. The butler was among the few nice people in the entire compound. I didn't know his name, we all referred to him as the butler and he always responded."They all are s
The butlerWhile going to Blake's crib I stumbled into the Boss angrily marching from the same direction. As the family butler I enjoyed some freedom around him thanks to our relationship that was almost brotherly that meant I was allowed to ask him questions, give my opinion and unsolicited advice sometimes. All of it because I was his eyes when he was not watching, his brain when he was not thinking and his ears when he was not listening. Running the family business and his estate was too much for him to handle alone. It wouldn't have been if Gabriel was not a crackpot and if he gave Blake a chance."Boss...""Piss off Clive am not in the mood" he said going past me.And yeah, he was the only one who called me by name. Occasionally when he was angry and we were alone. Blake met me halfway."You have the address?" He asked looking and sounding relaxed."Yes, what was that? Why was the boss...?”"It was nothing, please can I have her address?""I
BlakeAs I ran back to the car I adjusted my collar and put on a smile hoping it was going to cover up the make-up of slaps that Mrs. Baker had just applied on my face. The butler was leaning on the car scrolling on his phone like a teenager. He raised his gaze when he saw me coming."That was fast" He said going round the car to the driver's side."You blared the horn I had to cut short the entire apology""That was me checking on you but anyway we need to get going, we have one final stop to make before we go to the agrovet" "Okay" I mumbled strapping in my seatbelt.The entire drive to the local shopping center was silent. The butler was busy on road overtaking and clicking his tongue whenever a random driver made a silly mistake. He would also use his hand to direct traffic. The fresh air brushing past my face and that overwhelming feeling of a heavy Burden on my heart being lifted, the country music from the car all of it were making it fun. At heart I