“This is your home, Gabriel.” Hudderson broke the silence a few seconds after he had observed the angry look on Gabriel’s face. “You are not going to run away from your home. Your family left it for you.” He took a deep breath, and after a few seconds, he continued with a substantial tone.“We are going to go in there, and we are going to take what rightfully belongs to you.” He insisted, and even though the young man seated next to him didn’t seem like he was paying attention, he was very keen on achieving his goal. “Come on, Gabriel.” He opened the door and alighted from the car.“Let’s go.” He urged, pointing to the house while Gabriel stared at it for a few seconds without uttering even a word. It took a while, but Gabriel joined Hudderson, and together, they marched toward the mansion with the Supreme Ruler ahead. Hudderson took a deep breath the moment he stopped in front of the wooden door, but just when he was about to knock, Gabriel stopped him, grabbing his arm with both

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FIFTY-FIVE Gabriel remained silent for a while, but there was no guarantee that he was going to remain that way, especially with the anger brewing inside him. The guards were shocked at what was going on, feeling the tension hanging in the air. That was not the kind of reunion they were expecting, their eyes turning to each other at every given opportunity they had before returning their gazes to the two brothers, still in search of an explanation to the heated moment. Nelson inched closer to Gabriel, and then he snorted, glaring at his face. “You shouldn’t have come back, bro.” He whispered, gnashing his teeth. Then he realized that someone else was standing right next to him, someone who looked a bit familiar. Turning to Hudderson, Nelson stared at his familiar face, but after a while, he succumbed to the bemusement that crawled into his mind. “Do I know you? Have we met?” He asked, eager to get a response. Hudderson scoffed, shaking his head slow

Silence took over, but it seemed as though the sound of the bullets were still echoing in the air, causing Nelson to pant, his mouth agape as he looked at his dead men. He couldn’t concentrate between the blood and the dead bodies, nor could he look at Hudderson who was obviously red with fury. He swallowed hard, and the moment he heard the sound of the guns Hudderson was holding dropping on the floor as he tossed them, he winced, his eyes wide with terror. Nelson tried to speak, but the only sound he could produce was when he was gulping hard saliva, his eyes bulging like they were about to crawl out of their sockets.Again, he looked down at his dead men, but he couldn’t tell if he was to concentrate on them or the blood that was all over the place, flowing to different corners and even toward him.He thought about moving backward, but he needed to change direction if he wanted more space to drift.His chest tightened, and his heart beat so fast that he thought that it was going