"What are you doing, Claire?"Claire turned around surprised, "I wasn't expecting you here.""Yeah, well, I had a feeling you were about to do something stupid." he whispered, "did you find what I was looking for?""Meet me outside," Claire whispered."I have what you are looking for, but what will you do with this?""Have up opened it?" Claire nodded."You do know what? That is not what we agreed on. You were not supposed to read it.""Well, you know me, I like getting all up in your business.""Just give me the paper.""No, not until you tell me what you will do with it; things like this can get us killed.""So you were about to stab Jack in his sleep?""No, I was not, and no one can see us alone again. It will start to draw suspicion.""I know. I have already had to answer many questions I wasn't prepared for."Claire handed the paper. He opened the paper, "So this is it. We finally got to

"Who is that downstairs?"Claire and Jack quietly make their way down the staircase; it's their dad, his wearing a grey suit and holding his briefcase, "Jack, son, you never told me you had a guest over.""Well, dad, I was not expecting you."His father walked over to Claire, "hello, beautiful lady.""Hello, Sir; it's an honor to meet you finally."His dad smiled. "What is that smell? I have not smelled something on that stove for a while now.""I am preparing lunch, Sir; it would be great if you could join us.""Yes, I would love to eat a home-cooked meal; please excuse me. I want to get settled in."Jack and Claire had hidden the gun when they saw it was Jack's father.His father went upstairs, and Jack and Claire walked over to the window, "was that my imagination of someone being on the roof?" Claire shook her head, "No, I also heard someone."Claire looked through the window and saw the two black Mercedes had

Jack paced back and forth in the room. He felt annoyed at everything that was happening, he was constantly being attacked, yet all he did was mind his own business. Jack stood by the window, noticing a car resembling Max's brothers. He knew if he were to bump into them again, he would probably kill.  He picked up his phone and dialed Claire's number. She answered immediately. "Jack, are you okay?" "I'm fine. Sorry for disturbing you, but can I get Max's number?" "You called me because you want Max's number. Why do you want his number?" "I think I see his brothers outside my house, and I am not in the mood to put up with their shit again. I can't guarantee what might happen." "Jack, calm down. It's not them. They are here by his place." Jack went silent, “Okay, good.” Before she could say anything, he hung up. She called him back, "Jack, did you just hang up on me?" "No, Claire, we were done talking." The do

“We are almost there.”“I am starving and dehydrated.”Angela saw a nearby garage and stopped getting them food and drinks. She parked the car out of sight and asked Nicole to stay there.After getting them food, she climbed in the car, “Nicole, I am glad you are eating,” Said Angela.They sat and ate and filled up the car with gas on their way. They were back home. Angela was excited to deliver the news that Nicole was still alive.Meanwhile, Jack and Tania left the house, and Tania insisted they take her latest Mercedes. Jack had agreed to travel with her car under the condition he drives.“Thats how I like it.” She joked, “So, where would you like to go?”“Anywhere the wind blows us, it's kinda dark.”Jack agreed, “how about we go for dinner?”“I hope it won't be anything fancy because I am abit underdressed, as you can see.&rdqu

"I am scared, Angela." Angela turned to look at Nicole as she touched her hand; Angel felt Nicole's trembling hands hovering just above her skin, afraid to make it obvious, clammy sweat that seemed to seep from her pores. Her skin crawled, and her bones rattled; her muscles screamed of a horror unseen. She felt fear in the hair on the back of her neck. It is like invisible fingers running along her spine. She wanted to scream but knew it would alert the shooters. Angela covered Nicole's eyes by letting her lean on her shoulder. The next moment, there went multiple gunshots, which was frightening. Nicole gripped Angela tight as the gunshots went off, windows breaking and screaming. Nicole realized her family was inside and let go of Angela; Angela pulled her back, covering her mouth, "there is nothing you can do." Angela removed her magazine, "dammit, only a few bullets." Neighbors wouldn't dare to be so nosy as to what was happening. The men moved closer to t