“Moses Voss. That's my name but you know do you fucking know what I am?" Moses took two steps forward, his voice dripping venom. His thousand dollar shoe glinting like a threat and merely seeing the unbothered expression on Blake's face, he felt like crushing him right under his boot.“Do you fucking know what I am?” He repeated, his voice carrying weight, jagged. Blake caught the Tat of a roaring Tiger crawling on his neck, half covered by the shirt collar. “They call me tiger! Four fangs! I'm gonna screw your filthy ass and tear you down if you don't step out of the way.”His finger jabbed on Blake's chest. “ And if you're stubborn, I gat crazy and I’ mma grind your peasant bone, crush this whole place to ash and no one is going to stop me! No fucking butt!!" Moses Fumed.Moses Voss is a millionaire in the city, an investor with establishments crawling all over the city. Moses Voss? Money runs through his vein like blood. He's the kind of person who can kill his own blood for Gran

It was a scorching afternoon, Sarah was in his saloon, fully air conditioned. But she was hot. Really hot! The humiliation she faced at Globulex the previous day still clung to her like a second skin. Blake, the useless son-in-law of their family, the worthless man who leeches off their family had walked into a room she couldn't get close to the door, snatching the contract she'd schemed up with Clinton Kenneth to have. He'd defeated her to her game.The Position of the CEO is gone. Her pride, burned. “Get me the comb you, idiot!!!" She barked at her intern, venting venom on the innocent girl.Suddenly her phone rang. “Are you all deaf!! Bring me my phone!!" She barked, her voice cutting across like razorblade.Apprentices and customers startled to her voice. Two apprentices scampered and one of them grabbed her phone from a desk.Her hang swung in the air, slamming against the innocent grils face. She was bitter. Really bittered! How could she be defeated? Blake? Now she was drippi

It was a scorching afternoon, Sarah was in his saloon, fully air conditioned. But she was hot. Really hot! The humiliation she faced at Globulex the previous day still clung to her like a second skin. Blake, the useless son-in-law of their family, the worthless man who leeches off their family had walked into a room she couldn't get close to the door, snatching the contract she'd schemed up with Clinton Kenneth to have. He'd defeated her to her game. The Position of the CEO is gone. Her pride, burned. “Get me the comb you, idiot!!!" She barked at her intern, venting venom on the innocent girl. Suddenly her phone rang. “Are you all deaf!! Bring me my phone!!" She barked, her voice cutting across like razorblade. Apprentices and customers startled to her voice. Two apprentices scampered and one of them grabbed her phone from a desk. Her hang swung in the air, slamming against the innocent grils face. She was bitter. Really bittered! How could she be defeated? Blake? Now sh

“What's that?” Benjamin Finns asked, stepping back.The man, black gloved, held out a long bullet— pointed and seemingly deadly.Benjamin collected the bullet and observed it closely. Stone, his wingman stood beside him, gallant as a rock.Benjamin noticed the engraving on the copper bullet: 'EV 408 Cheytac'His eyes brightened, surprise and disbelief flashing.“Who we're up against is not an ordinary person.” He started thoughtfully, shaking the bullet gently. “This bullet is a custom-made, Cheytac M200 invention sniper. The deadliest inventions of snipers that can cover maximum range over 2000m.” Benjamin looked around the warehouse. “The shooter is a groomed killer. A deadly one.” He said.Stone looked at the bullet. “But what business can the person have with the girl?”Benjamin dropped his hand to the side, his eyes thoughtful. His jaw tightened as he stated presumptuously. "I have a lot of enemies, and soon I'll eliminate them all.” He turned to Stone. “I want you to continue

Mr. Kenneth dropped the call. “Grandfather is aware of the break up between you and Henry. He called a meeting and we must not miss it.” He said, already standing up, adjusting his suit. “I smell trouble.” Cassandra stood up and grabbed her purse. “Don't worry, Dad. There'll be no trouble.” She said assuringly, but she knew deep down she knew that fire is about to burn on the mountain since it involves the Varnovas family. The Varnovas family had been supporting their family business since she was going to get married to Henry, but things went south at that last minute.Carl dressed in a plain deep ash shirt and black slacks and walked out of his rent. He walked to Mr. Bobby who was outside on the pavement, relaxing his back on a recliner, his radio broadcasting midday news.Carl walked to him. Mr. Bobby sat straighter when he saw him coming, his eyes brightening. The last encounter Carl had with Thompson Montclair, turning down a Mansion worth million grand and gifts had left him s