Romeo's Point of ViewThe man identifying himself as David Black stared hard on the screen. His expression didn't change. He didn't deny it. He didn't try to explain. He simply gazed at the prison records as he gazed to a ghost.My name is not David he said at last. His voice had changed, and was harder, as though something had changed within him. "It never was. That was the name I had taken when I got out of prison. I took it from a dead inmate. I was a new person since the old David black had died in that cell just like the records say.Marcus was still walled up against the wall, his face contorted with perplexity. "What are you talking about?" Marcus demanded. "You're my brother. You've always been my brother."I was your brother, said the man. He shifted his gaze off the screen and gave Marcus a cold gaze. But you have told me a lie about everything. You had told me that our father had been murdered by the parents of Romeo. You told me I needed revenge. You said that we had famil

Romeo's Point of ViewI didn't move toward the car. I didn't trust this man. I didn't trust anyone anymore. I had led my whole life by lies and deceits. My father-in-law had apparently become his father. My enemy was a ghost. My grandfather had made it all a game like he was playing chess with real people.When you want to shoot me, shoot me, I said. My voice was steady. "But I'm not getting in that car."The man who identified himself as Richard Chen brought the gun a little down. He smiled, and it was a smile that I never saw upon his face before. It was an intelligent, powerful smile.You are not as cowardly as I thought, said he. You would be, like your grandfather always said. You would be irresistible when at last you should wake up. He gestured to the back seat. "I'm not going to hurt you, Romeo. I came to finish your education. All that your grandfather began, all that he intended, all of it, it all falls apart at night.I got in the car. I didn't have much choice. Vincent had

Romeo's Point of ViewTwenty seconds. Nineteen. Eighteen.My brain was going, and my body was relaxed. All that my grandfather had trained me was hardening on at this moment. I was able to experience the martial arts training. I was able to sense the strategic thinking. I was able to sense the strength that had been resting within me the past twenty-eight years.There are several exits in the cabin, Vincent said. He still had the wrist of Victoria in his grip. They were designed by your grandfather to be used in such a situation. Go. Get your grandfather out of the way.Fifteen. Fourteen. Thirteen.I caught hold of the arm of my grandfather and fled towards the rear of the cabin. My legs knew just where to take me though I had never been here. Instincts were coming into force. I had an opportunity to touch the construction of the building, to feel the weak points and escape routes."There!" my grandfather screamed, and pointed to some part of the wall which was just like the rest. I p

Romeo's Point of ViewI have read the message thrice and have attempted to ensure that I have understood it right. Emma was pregnant. I was going to be a father. That should have made me joyful but it made me terror stricken instead. I had taken my wife into a place of deceit and danger. And now I was taking a child into it also.Emma turned and knocked on the door. She entered and shut the door behind herself. Her eyes were wet with tears, and she was attempting not to cry."Did you get my message?" she asked."Yes," I said. I held her hand, and held it on my breast, above my heart. "I'm going to protect you. Both of you. I promise."You cannot swear that, Emma, you cannot swear that. Her voice was not fluctuating, yet I knew her hand was shaking. You are in conflict with Victoria. You are in a battle against my father. You are up against a complete criminal group. How can you promise anything?"She was right. I couldn't promise anything. I couldn't guarantee safety. I couldn't guara

Romeo's Point of ViewThe gun fired.But Victoria was not struck by the bullet. The bullet hit Richard Chen. He dropped on his head and blood spread on his chest. Victoria screamed. She lost track of the fact that she was a criminal. She only stared faintly mutely at his looking as though she had lost someone she cared about."What did you do?" Victoria yelled at Emma. Her voice was breaking. "What did you do?""I did what I had to do," Emma said. Now held the gun against Victoria when her hands were trembling. Her voice was shaking too. He would have ruined the paper. He used to place you in utter control. I couldn't let that happen."I was confused and stunned. Just now Emma had shot her own father. Victoria has been betrayed by Emma. This was the decision Emma had made and everything was different now."Emma, what's happening?" I asked. "What are you saying?"Emma stared at me, and I knew she was shedding tears. I was not dealing with Victoria, she said. "I was working with my fath