"Since you are my grandson I shouldn't expect anything less." His grandfather smiled.Jason stares at his grandfather in surprise."If you wish to kill me then go ahead I'm expecting it. Besides, I killed my father to take over his empire so it's about time you did the same."Jason was speechless but he kept silent.His eyes narrowed over his grandfather and he grunted when he saw his grandfather turning to leave."Goodbye, grandfather. " His grandfather gave a curt nod. "We shall see, Jason. We shall see. Male me proud because I have such high hopes for you."He turned and walked towards the cell door, his cane tapping rhythmically against the stone floor. "Scar will continue your training. Do not disappoint me."As the door closed behind him, Jason was left alone with his thoughts. The pain, the fear, the humiliation—they would not break him. He was angered with rage and he was going to make everyone pay. everyone who looked down on him.His parents, grandparents, scar, and final

Lilly's expression softened slightly as she let out a small laugh. "Help me? What makes you think I need your help?""Even if I needed help what can you possibly give me? In this phase of your life, you are the one who needs help." She said."So in summary you're saying?""You can't help me, Jason." She replied."It's nice." He said with a smile."What is?" She frowned. "Hearing you say my name like that.""You are so stubborn and if it continues like this expect to be dead in a week," she said."Chill I just want to help." He chuckled raising his hands in defense."And I said I don't need it." She objected.Jason's smirk widened. "Everyone needs help sometimes, even tough girls like you. So, what is it?""But I get the feeling that you are not a tough girl. You are just acting to be tough." "Think whatever you like it's not my business." She stated firmly."There she goes acting all tough." He remarked.She curled her fist in a ball and punched his stomach."Ugh!" He groaned in

Scar drove his car and stopped in front of a house. When they noticed that he was waiting they quickly opened the gate and he drove inside. He packed inside the garage and strode out. He took off his glasses and tucked his hands in his pocket as he strode out.He sees a well-built man whose face is contorted in a stern expression."Mrs. Martin is expecting you." He said.His face lit up with pride as he puffed his shoulders."Of course she is." He smirked."Lead the way." He said stretching forth his hand.The man's response was silence as he turned and started walking while Scar followed closely.Scar admired the interior of the house as they strode inside."She has a nice taste for antiques." He remarked as he stopped in front of a painting."Don't touch anything or else you want to lose an arm." The man warned."I doubt you will be able to try but go ahead and knock yourself out.""Follow me." The man said with a frown.They finally stopped in front of an office and he opened th

Scar's mind raced as he sped down the road, the engine's roar a distant hum compared to the storm brewing in his thoughts. He couldn't shake off Mrs. Martin's words, her smug smile haunting him."I need to get answers," he said reminding himself of his condition.He was starting to find it hard to breathe.It was as if he was beginning to have a heart attack. She had sown seeds of doubt, and now they threatened to take root.No matter how he tried to keep his head straight those words came to the surface and tainted him.When he got furrowed he groaned."Ugh! Fuck." He cursed under his breath as he smashed his head on the wheel.Thankfully it wasn't a fragile object or else it would have been broken to pieces."I need to think," he said to him He threw his eyes over then was and when he saw an opening he hesitated.Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, He pulled over at a quiet spot, the city's lights shimmering in the distance. Thank Goodness he had a few cans of beer in h

Scar's eyes met Uncle Ben's, a storm of conflicting emotions swirling within him. How could his uncle would ask him a question like this?He knows with him that serving Jason is not going to be possible.He didn't even want to imagine it.He didn't want to betray the years of blood, sweat, and tears he had given to the family, yet the thought of Jason leading churned his stomach.He wanted to gag."Swear my loyalty?" Scar repeated, his voice cold."Tell me this is some sort of joke because if it isn't, this joke is not funny." He frowned."You know we can't overlook the possibility as much as you try to solidify your reputation among the other clan members." Uncle said."I just don't want to take things as surprises, you should start preparing for the future. Whatever it may hold.""Now that I think about it, Uncle.." scar groaned."Which side are you on?" He asked."Wow, so we are choosing a side now?"Scar was silent and he clenched his fist together.He phoned his uncle would choo