CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWO “I warned you, didn’t I?!” Desmond growled at him, and then he stood up from his body.“Let’s see whose bones will be broke. I still have more to break.” Kean tried to speak, but he could only stutter, whimpering as tears poured from his eyes. Desmond grabbed his leg, and started dragging him toward his mother. He didn’t care about the pain he felt, increasing his pace as he glared at Bianca. Kyrian fell on his knees when he saw how his son was brutally bring dragged to his mother. “I warned him.” He muttered, tears falling from his eyes. The guards who were standing on the way between Bianca and Desmond left the way at once, their grips on their guns became slippery even though it was their last resort for defense. Bianca stared at her helpless son, watching as he whimpered, his broken arms sprawling on the ground. “You are hurting him!” She panicked, turning to face Desmond who didn’t stop until he was close enough to her. Desmond let go of

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOUR Ten seconds were gone, yet Mara was still not in the mood to break her silence, but Desmond’s inquisitive stare was still lingering, his eyes staring deeply into hers like he was trying to read her mind. Just when Desmond was preparing to pull her closer, the hefty man got in the way, dragged Mara away from him with the intention of taking her away from him. Mara was helpless, staring silently like a sheep about to be led to its slaughter. “Stay away from her, boy!” The brawny fellow warned, pointing Desmond in the face. “She has always belonged to someone else. I wonder why leeching men and opportunists like you will never learn not to go near women who are not in the same class as you.” Desmond felt a sting piercing into his skin like tiny needles.The words from the stranger hit him so hard that he had to take a deep breath. But the answers he was seeking were yet to come, and the only person who was in the best position to give him a detailed

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX “I don’t think you understand what is going on, Desmond!” Mara grunted, struggling to catch up with Desmond’s pace.She was very nervous, very reluctant to move. “This is very dangerous, Desmond, and I wouldn’t want to see you get hurt.” Her voice was laden with intense concern for Desmond, her eyes glittering with anxiety. “I suggest you get into that car and drive away at once.” She pointed to the Porsche, but Desmond shook his head in refusal, looking her in the eyes. “Not without you, Mara.” He said calmly, and then he took a deep breath. “There is no way I am letting that fellow take you away from me. I don’t care who his boss is.” Mara gasped, and with a shaky voice, she whispered, “You still don’t understand, Desmond.” She took a deep breath, and then she looked behind her, toward the entrance of the hospital. “My father and Robert were involved in a huge deal. It crashed, and because I played a major role in the part as well, Robert and

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT Billy fell to the ground, and was forced to let go of Mara. “Are you okay?” Desmond asked as soon as he caught Mara, looking her in the eyes. She nodded, taking a deep breath.Desmond helped her get back on her feet, and then he pointed to the car.“I think you should go wait for me inside, Mara. I won’t take long.” Mara nodded, and after taking a look at Billy who was still unconscious on the ground, she hurried to the car, stepping over the blood and bodies all over the floor. Many onlookers had gathered, but they were peeping from long distances, afraid of getting closer to scene. Their eyes were wide with fear, and they looked at Desmond as though they had seen a god. “Who is he?” Many asked, fear gripping their voices as they spoke. Soon, cameras were beginning to flash secretly, and when the owners saw that Desmond’s eyes had moved toward them, they moved away, hiding behind walls and pillars. Desmond scoffed, and ignoring all the eyes t

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY “Yes.” Desmond nodded, and his smile reappeared. “Tell him that Seventh is here to see him. I am sure that he will ask you to let me in.” “Please, come in!” Micah quickly left the way, opening the door wider. “My Master has been waiting for you. He said you were going to come someday!” He bowed, his entire body gripped by growing agitation. Desmond sighed heavily, and without delay, he stepped into the building, taking his steps slow and steady. The little boy shut the boy silently after he had looked to be sure that no one else was around. Eventually, he at Desmond, watching silently from behind as he sauntered to the middle of what was supposed to be a living room.Desmond’s steps had become slower, more like he was counting five seconds before taking the next step. His eyes moved from one corner of the large room to the other, and even though a lot had changed, it didn’t stop the memory from crashing inside his mind. He halted after a few steps,