"What the freak! What is the meaning of this?" one of the doctors demanded, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance. Nicholas stepped into the room, his eyes narrowed in a fierce glare. "None of you should even try to touch Michos. I am taking him out of here," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "Mr. Loughty, this is a..." one of the doctors tried to speak. "Just shut the hell up!" Niçholas cut in, his eyes glancing at their badges one after the other. It was exactly the badges Ryan had drawn. The badges were different and that obviously stated their level in the organization, but he still couldn't believe that these doctors were truly working with Malakai. The doctors in the sterile operating theater exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of how to respond to this unexpected outburst. Finally, after so many minutes of silence another doctor, a woman with a kind yet stern demeanor, spoke up. "Mr Loughty, do you understand the implications of what you're

The heavy silence that had blanketed the lounge where Nicholas, Mr Philips, Ryan and all of the guards were all sitting, mourning Michos's death was suffocating, punctuated only by the muffled sobs of Imran and Rookson. Their faces were streaked with tears and one could tell that they had been crying for a very long time now. Corer stood beside them, her expression unreadable as she glanced at the two men with a frown. Her face expressed no particular emotion, none one could tell if she was sad or not, but she was obviously irritated by Rookson and Imran's cry. "Can you guys shut the fuck up!? Why are the two of you crying so hard as though it's one of your relatives that passed away?" Corer said, her voice laced with a hint of disdain. "It looks like you're faking it, because I don't get why you're both crying so hard. Just tell us if you are hiding anything." Rookson looked up, his eyes red-rimmed and puffy. "Why would you say that, Corer?" he said, his voice

The sun's warm rays beamed down upon the white gate as Nicholas gently eased himself out of the black vehicle. His movements were measured and deliberate, betraying none of the anticipation that swirled within him. With his black leather briefcase firmly in hand, he approached the gate, his polished boots clicking against the well-manicured path. He had driven himself from the Loughty's estate to this DeVenera Estate and he only one mission. Nicholas paused before the gate, his gaze sweeping over the intricate ironwork. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and pressed the brass bell, the chime echoing through the quiet scene. He stood there calmly, his expression neutral, as he waited for a response. The minutes ticked by, the only sound the occasional chirping of birds. It looked like most people in that community has a parrot. Then, finally, the gate began to creak open, revealing a burly man in a crisp blue uniform. The guard's eyes narrowed as he took in

Wraith paced back and forth in the lounge, the phone in his hand trembling slightly as he dialed Vritt's number yet again. Raven and Malakai sat silently nearby, their expressions tense. Malakai, seated in his wheelchair, wore a pained and frustrated look, as if the weight of the situation bore heavily upon him. Vritt was the one delaying them. He should have arrived by now. Malakai glanced at the walk clock and shook his head again. The phone rang, the tone echoing through the room, but there was no answer on the other end. Wraith frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Vritt isn't picking up, he isn't answering is call... When did he start to that? I have been calling him for the past ten minutes and I've not even gotten a response?" he muttered, dropping the phone onto the table with a frustrated sigh. He slumped into one of the plush armchairs, his shoulders sagging. Raven cleared his throat, drawing Wraith's attention. "How long are we going to wait for Vritt to arri

Wraith turned his attention to Anasta, Vritt's wife, who was sitting in the corner, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. He approached her, his expression softening. "Ma'am, do you have anything to add? Is there anything that happened you considered odd or just anything useful." Anasta looked up, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She sniffled, struggling to compose herself. "This morning, Liam, Vritt and I were having breakfast when a guard came to inform us that someone wanted to see Vritt. When the person came in, Vritt asked Liam and I to go upstairs, and the next thing I heard was a gunshot. I couldn't see his face but yeah, he was dressed in a odd way. All black." Wraith nodded solemnly, taking a deep breath as he stepped back. He turned to face Malakai, who sat silently in his wheelchair, his expression unreadable. "What are we going to do now?" Wraith asked, his voice laced with uncertainty. "I mean, this guy is a pain in the ass. He is a bastard."