Mr Miller kept panting outside his Banana Penthouse. He had a big cigar in his mouth and a stern expression on his face as he had a lot of things on his mind. Some of the Mamba soldiers had attempted to calm him but he chased them off with a single glance, even Darkie. He sat on a chair near the car garage but soon stood up again almost immediately. “This better not be!“ he groaned, blowing hard at the cigar. Darkie suddenly showed up. He looked unbelievably calm, like he believed the earth was flat and nothing would happen as long as he doesn't fall of the edge. “Have you found him? Or them?“ asked Mr Miller. “There's no way we can do that, Don. The soldier assigned to watch his movements recently gave up for some unknown reasons. And we didn't find any CCTV Cameras that could've found where they ran to after they left the estate.“ “Why are you here, then?“ Mr Miller fired. “To remind me of how you warned that we should kill her then?“ Darkie nodded negatively. “We could

David Beckham was worried-sick and restless. He kept panting and walking about in his sitting room and taking a long pull at the bottle of Whiskey in his hands. His face was red and his eyes dark as a result of fear and dread. His phone was on the large leather chair behind him, and he kept looking at the screen for the possibility of a call or text. The reason for his uneasiness and restlessness was as a result of the fact that he had called Catherine and was talking to her when the line suddenly went cut. He would have thought for a moment that Catherine had purposely and angrily hung-up on him if he hadn't heard some strange noises in the background. He called her back a thousand times but the line was going straight to voicemail. And from the five-hundredth time he called her, it was switched-off. David crashed to the chair behind him, almost sitting on his phone in the process. He had hurriedly drove to North Hollywood and to the Estate with two bodyguards to check if Catheri

Alvin's POV I didn't move away from the door even after Nora left—I was too weak to move even an inch. My back was on the floor as I was staring at the ceiling of the executive suite's sitting room. Every part of my body felt numb and completely useless—and I realised why soon enough. It was because I confessed my feelings to a girl when I've earlier preached and made people believe that I would forever live as a playboy who would never fall in love or think of settling down. My heartbeats hammered in my ribcage so loud that I could hear it from where I laid on the ground. My eyes felt heavy—but I couldn't shed a tear no matter how hard I tried. The stubborn and persistent part of my head was screaming at me to open the door and run after her before she succeeded in getting out of the hotel and out of the world, but I couldn't do it because of my weak state. My heart skipped beats as I thought of “what if Raven is waiting for her outside?“ and “where would she go now that Raven

(Continuation of Alvin and Raven's Scene) Alvin gasped once he heard Raven's cold words. “R-Raven?“ he stuttered in disbelief, wondering how the hell their location was found out. “Yes. It's me,” Raven said before he punched Alvin in the face. Alvin staggered back a little and the bigger guy pushed him back to Raven. “If you want to help yourself, it's better you stay quiet while we're still here and not do anything stupid. Or else, I'll be annoyed and call my soldiers to kill Nora faster.“ The hope in Alvin's heart died instantly at that moment. He had been quietly praying that they shouldn't have caught Nora, but it seemed they had. They were both probably going to be taken to the same place and slowly tortured to death after being told to say their last goodbye to each other. Alvin tried to imagine how Nora must feel wherever they have taken her, and he felt his heart ache in pain. Raven pushed him forward while he was still in his thoughts, not forgetting to warn him that he

David got conscious immediately a cup of ice water was thrown on his face. He coughed for a minute and squinted his eyes to see where he was. David used his hands to wipe his face and looked around. His surroundings were dark, but he could make out the fact that it was built with strong wood and not bricks. The place was dreadfully cold, like you were wearing just underwear outside Russia in wintertime. He finally took the hem of his shirt and used it to wipe the dampness in his eyes. “Who the hell are you?! And where is this place? What am I doing here?“ he said to the figure he was seeing outside the room. Wait. Was it really a room? Because the place really seemed wooden and small. David tried to stretch his whole height and stand up, and that was when he realised where he was with a shocked gasp. His head had touched the roofing and he needed to bend to belly length before he could walk. He wasn't in any room or cell. He was in a damn outdoor cage! “What the f*ck is going