A Thrash becomes tyrant

Unseen circumstances

For a moment I still couldn't believe what was happening. Things were going just fine. The way I had wanted things but now, it felt like I don't have a grip over what was happening because everything was happening so fast.

For a second, the world narrowed into a single point—the three dark holes in his chest, the blood soaking into the expensive sheets, the curtains blew slightly as the ceiling fan blew cold as if nothing bad has happened.

My father lay there with his eyes half open. The impact was too much to bear.

Yesterday we had talked like nothing happened. I knew he was not feeling well but then, I didn't anticipate anyone was bold enough to enter the mansion and kill him.

I stood still. I couldn't move.

I looked at the holes in his chest. They were neat, precise and accurate. It felt like the person shot at the right spot.

Whoever did this knew what they were doing.

Laura rushed in behind me. She stopped short, her breath hitching. “Sir…”

Her voice trembled for the first time since I met her. " Is he...?"

“Call security,” I said, my breathe breaking. “Lock the gates. No one leaves this estate. No one enters.”

She didn’t hesitate. She turned and ran.

I stepped closer to the bed. All I needed was something to nab my killer.

Something the police were going to look for the moment they got here.

This was war.

Whoever had shot him wanted him dead and I was going to be the number one suspect.

I was a nobody until he brought me under his wings.

I ran my hand through my neatly packed hairs. This was not suppose to happen.

His words lingered in my thoughts. I couldn't think straight.

Was this done by the Sinclair?

Or does he have other enemies I didn't know of?

I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white.

They didn’t just kill him.

Someone wanted me to panick, feel insecure and they got me just when I thought I had the upper hand.

The timing wasn’t coincidence. The morning of the R&B contract announcement. The very day I was about to publicly crush the Sinclairs.

Someone wanted me distracted and this was the perfect way to.

Instead, all they did was create something far worse.

The old Dan would have collapsed. The crippled Dan would have cried.

But that man died long ago.

I leaned forward slowly and closed my father’s eyes with my fingers.

“I’ll handle it,” I whispered.

And I meant everything.

I was going to find his killer and I am going to make them pay for everything.

But first, I need to know who did it.

I looked head and saw a bullet shell. It must have dropped when the killer shot at him. I rushed towards it and pocket it.

Footsteps thundered down the hallway. Security poured in, weapons drawn, panic written across their faces.

" Corporal Denis at your service, Mr..." he said with his hands out.

" Call me, Dan." I replied almost immediately.

“Sir, there are no signs of forced entry,” the head of security said, breathing hard. “Cameras—”

“What about the cameras?” I asked without turning.

“They were disabled between 3:12 a.m. and 3:19 a.m.”

Seven minutes.

Seven precise minutes.

Enough time to walk in, fire three shots, and walk out like a ghost.

“Inside job?” Laura asked quietly from the doorway.

I finally turned around.

Every servant looked terrified.

Every guard avoided my eyes.

“Maybe,” I said.

Or maybe this was someone with more agenda. Some one who wanted him out of his way.

" What re you talking about, Mr Dan? Do you know something?" The corporal asked, his eyebrows arched.

" No something? What are you talking about? My father is dead and here you are talking to me when you should be out there looking for his killer!" I yelled, tucking my hands into my pocket.

Denis looked at me and sniffled. He took his com and radioed to some of his men.

" I want this perimeter on lock down. I want every maid investigated, every stone should not be left unturned. I want to know how a man is killed in a heavily fortified house." he said looking at me

The men immediately set to work. All maids were called into am interrogation room while the security guards were moved to a separate room.

I felt my whole word was crumbling.

I remember him telling me things was going to change but this was not how I had envisioned it to be.

This was a lot to process.

I was supposed to be at the meeting. I was supposed to show the Sinclair they were wrong for looking down on someone like me.

"Fuck!"

I shouted hitting my hand against the wall as I walked back to my father's study room.

I had never been there. I felt like I was going to see things I should not have seen but then, I need answers.

If I was going to find who killed him then I need to dig. I need to know where I was going to start from and I need to know where to look.

I let out a sigh trying to hide the tears at the corner of my eye.

The old man was everything I had and he was stolen from me. The thought of trying to protect what I had left was the only thing I had.

I was a man who had nothing to his name until he came to save me.

Fear gripped the corner of my heart.

What if I was sent back to the street?

What if I was never acknowledge by my own family?

How do I survive?

Am I just suppose to go back to the gutters and start begging for scraps?

The mere thought scared the hell out of me. I summoned courage and pushed the door open only to see his back.

A well built man in a tailored suit standing with his back turned at me.