Raymond shut the door after everyone walked in. A television played in the background. He turned and locked eyes with Tyler and Ria. “Don’t look at me like that.” Tyler snapped, nostrils flaring. “You can’t just show up like Jesus Christ and act like everything is fine. You better start talking.” Tyler stared in disbelief. Raymond’s lips bared a smile as he tapped Tyler’s chest.“Don’t touch me!” “Maybe you need that, to believe that I am alive.” Raymond sneered. “I’m not doubting. Fuck. No ghost can kill that amount of cops in five minutes. I know you’re real. Not after that video went viral. The whole world knows you’re alive. But tell me how it happened,” Tyler said.Raymond sighed.“I survived the gunshot. Someone found I was still breathing and took me to the hospital.”His words landed heavy on Tyler’s chest. His shoulders dropped. “I’m sorry,” Tyler whispered, tears sliding down his cheek. “I didn’t mean to betray you like that. I never knew Al could do that to you. I co

"Bang! Bang!" The knock cracked against the door. Raymond proceeded toward the door, holding his gun up. Ria’s the only one who comes here, and she won’t bang the door like that. He flung the door open, pointing the gun at the face of the intruder.A sigh tugged at his lips as he saw Ria standing at the door.Her dry lips released tired breaths. Her clothes were torn, and her body was drenched in blood."Hey!" Raymond helped her in. He glanced behind her before shutting the door. "What happened?" he asked, helping her onto the sofa."I was attacked on my way back." She said, struggling to breathe."Fuck!"Raymond dashed out of sight and came back with a first aid box. He dragged a chair close to Ria and began treating her wounds. He tried to avoid the deeper cuts, but there wasn’t much skin left untouched. She winced in pain as the cotton soaked in spirit touched her injuries."Sorry. Just hang in there," Raymond consoled her. "How did it happen?""My boss threatened to fire me if

A television played in the background.A news broadcast was on."JP Morgan Chase has announced the loss of six billion dollars from the bank's treasury. The money was taken from the treasury of the Ministry of Housing and Development, meant for a construction project. As of the time of this report, the bank is yet to provide any tangible information as to how the money was stolen. The bank manager, alongside other top employees, has been taken in for questioning by the police. Hopefully, the funds will be recovered."People are saying a lot of things on social media. Some think it's government fraud—another way of embezzling money. Others believe it was done by a group of hackers. Whatever the case, everyone is waiting for an official statement from the Ministry of Housing and Development." “Now they have no choice but to pay attention,” Raymond muttered to himself.Raymond heaved a sigh as Ria tied the last part of the bandage around his leg. Not like she wasn't injured too, but sh

The air felt a bit too thick.The room was empty, dark, and silent—except for the faint breaths of Raymond as he jerked back to life. Numb wrists. His shoulders ached from being tied. A cough darted out of his lips. Criminals aren't tied down like this.His hands were tied behind his back as he sat on the wooden chair.He couldn't see any form of light. And that's when he felt the soft tinges of fabric on his skin. Ria’s hand doesn’t feel this soft. It's a freaking blindfold.He tried to move his feet.Pain shot through them as the chair clanked beneath him.Then it occurred to him to utter a word. He realized his mouth was taped too.And no matter how much he mumbled—it didn't seem like anyone was going to hear him.But whoever did this might have his lawyer to contend with, because even the guy who tried to kill Donald Trump was not treated like this.A huge amount of liquid splashed on Raymond's face.His blindfold was taken off, and he saw a masked guy beside him, holding a b

“For how long were you going to hide?” the man said as Ria opened the door for him.Ria rolled her eyes as he brushed past her and walked into the apartment. She already regretted opening that door. “What are you doing here, Damien?” Ria asked. She stood behind him, her arms crossed over her chest.“You’re not going to offer me a drink?” Damien said, raising a brow. “You should treat an old colleague better than this.”Ria kissed her teeth and stepped toward Damien.“What do you want from me?”He sat before she’d invited him. “So you think being fired from the FBI will make me stay away from you? Come on, you and I still have unfinished business.” Damien peered into her deep blue eyes.Ria shrugged, shifting her weight. Maybe because she didn't know which emotion to express first.Maybe shame.Because she had been fired from a job she claimed to love.Or maybe she was ashamed that an ex co-worker came to mock her.And maybe she was kind of happy because she had been on house arrest