He stepped on the brake pedal. The car stopped instantly.A brief silence followed, heavy and tense.He turned to the right side mirror, gazing outside through it.Seeing that no one was coming, he turned to the left.He heaved out a deep breath.“Better now than never,” he murmured as he stepped out of the car.He knew where he had brought him.This was a deserted area where people do not usually come.The surroundings were all bushy. A river with spirogyra largely on top of it was at the front.He knew it. This was the perfect place to hide the body.He remembered it.Five years ago, before the news of Liam’s being the reckless driver and the murder of the old woman broke the internet as the Kingstons wanted it,A tragic event had happened here.Two plumbers were hired to fix the pump that connected to this lake here.A farmer owned the land. He used it to rear fishes and also to rear hens and goats.However, he was not careful enough. Two pythons were already lurking in the land fo

Judy’s hand shook terribly. She knew it. Lucas looked dead serious. The person who had the nerve to kill another human like him, could kill her too without a second thought.“I didn’t raise you like this.” she murmured. Her voice cracking.“Yes you did. You enjoyed it when I override people because they were not on our level. This is the aftermath of those actions. It turned me into someone more dangerous.”The words hit harder than any weapon. For a second, Judy could not recognize the boy in front of her. Only the man he had become. Cold. Calculated. Unfamiliar.“Fucking go live right now.” he stepped closer. Gulped the whole alcohol in the bottle.“Bang!” he broke it the instant it became empty.The sharp sound echoed through the room, slicing through whatever composure Judy had left.“Are you gonna stab me with that?” Judy asked. Swallowed hard. Seeing the sharp edges of the bottle.“Straight to the heart.” Lucas said. His voice measured.Judy clenched her phone in her right hand.

Lucas breathed heavily. He sat in the pool of his mother’s blood.He’d done it.The realization did not come all at once. It crept in slowly, wrapping around his chest, tightening with every passing second.Five minutes ago, when she tried to escape, he’d stabbed her with the broken bottle right into her neck.Her blood gushed like a water source. She clenched his collar. Tried to breathe. Tried to stand.Her lips trembled. Her fingers dug into his shirt as though she could pull life back into herself.But the blood rushed too fast. Her eyes blurry, her breathing struggled. Suddenly, her heart stopped.Silence.Lucas rose to his feet. His body dripping with his mother’s blood.For a brief moment, he just stood there. Listening. Waiting.He knew it.If the police arrived, he was doomed.The panic hit, sharp and immediate. But just as quickly, it settled into something colder. Something calculated.He stepped into the bathroom. His bloody leg stained the floor as he walked there.Each s

“I need you to be fast at it. Lest he might get away.”The command came cold, precise like a clock already ticking down.“Yes, sir. I will do that right away. People like him should never be allowed to get away. I will do just as you have ordered,” Eddy said on the phone immediately, his tone respectful.But beneath that respect was something else. Something deeper. Personal.Ten hours ago, before Liam contacted him, Edward had already reached out and briefed him about the gig they were hiring him for. The moment the name was mentioned, something in him had stirred.He nodded with a smile.This was what he loved to do the most.Not just the hacking. Not just the chase.Justice.Twenty-seven years ago, when he was still a child,They were poor. His mother had to beg on the roadside just to feed them for the day. Survival wasn’t a choice, it was routine.But on a certain night, everything changed.A man in a hoodie snatched the cup his mother had begged money into.She refused him immed

“Come to my office immediately,” Edward said into the telephone.“Yes, sir,” Williams answered.Five minutes earlier, he’d been in the janitor’s office. He’d cleaned every floor, every office—scrubbing, wiping, bending his pride into submission with every stroke of his hand.He endured many mockery, every poking of staff who never liked him when he was still the president of the company. Their eyes followed him now, not with respect, but with quiet satisfaction.Now, he was sitting in the office, catching some rest. For a brief moment, he had allowed himself to breathe. But suddenly, the telephone rang, and Edward asked him to come into the office.The same office that used to be his.He sighed immediately, the weight of that irony pressing hard against his chest, but he rose to his feet.He stepped into the elevator, holding his cleaning equipment, and stared at the number blinking in the elevator as it ascended.Each floor it passed felt like a reminder.Of where he used to stand.O