“He’s here,” Tyrianne informs. “Are you ready?”“More than ready,” Rohan answers.The two of them watch as the ex-governor is escorted into the house. Using Alston’s phone, they sent a message to the jail warden and ask for the ex-governor to visit the mansion. They said they have a surprise celebration for him.So when the ex-governor rings the doorbell, Rohan walks to the door and opens it. “Where are my children?” the ex-governor asks.“They are in their room, sir,” he answers.“Alone?!”“Yes.”He groans. “Those idiots! I told them! Multiple times!”“Hm, sir?” Rohan asks, interrupting the ex-governor’s tirade. “How about him, sir?” he asks, referring to the warden who is still standing silently beside him.“Ask him to return by evening. And don’t forget to give him some reward.”“Understood, sir,” he answers.Rohan moves towards the warden and places money in his hands. “For the trouble,” he says.The warden nods appreciatively and walks away from the mansion. However, the instant
Rohan walks towards the main door while Tyrianne is hiding in one of the trees, making sure that she has a clear view of the house. Rohan hasn’t even entered the house when one guard already sees him. “What are you doing here?!” the guard shouts at him. In response, Rohan charges at him with a knife. The guard quickly raises his gun and fires. But it only catches Rohan on the shoulders. Grunting, he attacks the guard, slashing at his neck and spraying blood on the floor. The guard falls, and Rohan watches him die. Really, killing another person. He will never get used to it. Maybe he should just wound them? No! His mind screams. He can’t afford to do that! There’s another gunshot, and he realizes that Tyrianne had just saved him from another skulking guard. He purses his lips. These kinds of indecisions will kill him! And besides, did they ever feel guilty when Rosalyn and Roy died?! ‘They didn’t,’ he answers himself. And so, Rohan shuts off his heart. He charges to the next guar
“These two,” another man says. “Four men are dead already. I guess Miss Sara will have the time of her life today.”He shifts his attention to Roy and adds, “Bring down your gun, Roy. Let’s start with the hunt.”Rohan is confused. Roy appearing here is not in their plans. Did he change sides already? Is he afraid of being on the losing end?Rohan looks back at Tyrianne and he knows that if anything happens to her as well, it is all his fault. He has to think of a way out of this.Then, Roy slowly puts his gun down and moves toward the other group. “I’m sorry, Hansel. I am specifically ordered by my mistress to allow you to contact me. She needed a survivor, so they will last longer during the hunting.”“Should I thank you for having Rosalyn killed?” he asks while thinking that what Roy is saying is exactly the reason why they are on the losing end now.“I hav
Rohan jumps up from his position, shocked at what he sees. “What did you do to her?!” he screams, but a guard hits him across his face.Sprawled on the floor, he watches as Alston’s eyes glint with sadistic joy, his voice low but filled with glee. “I can’t believe this. You really did care for your wife.”“You asshole!”“I thought we both already established that.”Feeling his anger and hatred for Alston mounting, Rohan scrambles to his feet and charges at him, only for several guards to tackle him down.“You won’t get away with this!” he screams, struggling against the guards as Alston cackles in delight. “I’ll make sure of it!”“Oh, please do,” Alston smiles mockingly. “It would be so much fun if you try.”Rohan’s eyes narrow as his rage boils over. “You won’t make it out of this alive, Alston. I promise you that.”Alston only laughs. “Given our position, I should be the one handing out threats.”Sara hooks her arms around her older brother and says, “Let your guards handle them, Al
Rohan stares at his phone. Sara’s number is flickering on the screen. He has just done another round of investigation. However, even if he and Tyrianne spent their past few days in a whirlwind of investigation, they can’t seem to find whatever they were missing. Without a choice, he picks up his phone and dials Sara’s number. She answers at the first ring, “Hi Hansel! You miss me?” “Hi Sara, I need your help with something.” He hears a giggle on the other line before she says, “Anything for you, but on one condition.” “What is it?” “Come here, in my recent most favorite estate.” “I will go tomorrow.” “Come on, Hansel. I am here waiting—” and in a lower tone, she adds, “—naked.” “Okay, I will be there,” he answers. After ending the call, he sighs and mutters, “Better get this over with.” *************** It is already dark when he arrives at the estate. It is as quiet as he remembers it to be. No guards, no residents, except Sara and whoever is her most recent craving. Befor
Now armed with the evidence he needs, Rohan strides confidently toward Alston Crowder’s office. He pushes open the door and takes a quick glance around. Same as the ex-Governor’s office in Sara’s estate, this place is adorned with luxurious paintings. There is no lack of expensive pieces of furniture and shelves filled with books either—all tastefully placed around the room. But all of these pales in comparison to the imposing figure of Alston sitting at his desk, looking like an emperor surveying his kingdom. Rohan clears his throat. “Mr. Alston Crowder, I’m here to discuss a matter regarding your family’s business dealings.” “The guard told me what you came here for, Mr. Hansel Rugge. Does Rosalyn know?” “It doesn’t matter. The facts are simple. Your family has been using the prison as a hotel. You also have illegal offshore accounts which are hidden away from the authorities.” Alston chuckles. He slowly stands and walks around the desk. There is no fear in the way he carries hi
Sara is lying on her chest, moaning as Rohan pounds her hard from behind. “That’s it, Hansel. Harder! Faster!” she screams, almost delirious. Rohan increases the pace, thrusting his hips into her faster and harder with each passing moment. She bites her lip, her hands clutching the bed sheets as she shudders in pleasure. Finally, Rohan thrusts one last time as he comes inside her with a deep groan of pleasure. Sara collapses onto the bed, panting and weak from her intense orgasm. Rohan turns her onto her back, and she hangs onto his neck as she rides hers. After a while, he realizes that she has fallen asleep. He gets up from the bed and takes a shower. When he’s done, he wraps a towel around his waist and goes out to get dressed. Once done, he glances at Sara on the bed. She is sleeping peacefully, so he leaves the room. He needs to take a couple of pictures and steal those documents that Roy mentioned. Smiling to himself, he makes his way out. Roy has mentioned where to find wh
Rosalyn and Rohan arrive at the gambling den with a mixture of nervous anticipation and excitement. As they walk through the entrance, they take in the sight before them. The walls are adorned with intricate mosaics of animals, plants, and stars.“This place is beautiful,” Rohan says, his voice audible over the soft music that plays in the background.Rosalyn nods in agreement, her gaze darting from one detail to the next.A tall, slender woman with long, dark hair and pale skin approaches them. She is wearing an extravagant dress with a long train of fabric trailing behind her.“I am the usherette,” she says with a smile.“That’s a nice dress,” Rosalyn comments.“I knew you will like it! When I heard you will come, I tried to make myself as striking as I possibly can!”“You didn’t fail in that regard,” she says. “You like to become a model?”“Oh god, yes, please! Mrs. Rosalyn Rugge, I am a fan of yours!”Rosalyn smiles. “Well then, here you go,” she adds, handing her a calling card.