The Dark Side Of Fate by Karima Sa'ad Usman novel Chapter 148

~Sylvester~

We walked into the building and found Larry sitting on the couch in the living room.

There was rage inside me, but I controlled it.

Devin advanced toward him, but something was wrong with the scene. He was too calm about the situation for comfort.

By now, he should have reached out to his security and found out they are dead.

"I see she talked," He said and turned to look at us.

Devin stopped moving towards him. I guess he too, sensed something was wrong.

"I must commend you for getting this far, Sylvester," he said without addressing me by my title, which showed that he had given up pretences.

"When you took over from Maurice, we believed it would be easy. You weren't so difficult like your father and easy to manipulate because you tried not to be like him. Then the eastern bitch came into your life, and suddenly you weren't so hasty anymore," he said and shook his head gently to show he was stressed.

His eyes were fixed on me. He wasn't paying attention to others.

"I must tell you, it wasn't easy watching you beat our moves. Maybe the story would be different if your mother had not murdered Jenny," he said, and I realised he had been the one talking since we entered. Was he buying himself time?

"You can spill your guts in custody," I said, and Devin moved toward him. He stood up and smiled at Devin.

"Step back, Devin," I heard Tamia say.

"He has dust in his hand," she said, and I noticed the small pouch he was holding.

Devin stepped back gently, and Larry held out his pouch.

The silver in it was enough to kill us if we inhaled it.

He could kill all of us, including himself, so we had to be careful.

Devin returned to where we stood, and we had to find a better way to catch him without dust getting in the air.

The way he sat there meant he must have been expecting us. It also meant that he knew we were coming for him.

"How did you know we were coming?" I asked him, and he smiled.

"An airport official in Gad," he said, smiling at me.

"I must commend you for that call; it almost threw me off," He said, and I chuckled at him.

"Not well enough for you to be relaxed," I said, and he shook his head.

"I knew when you arrived. You see, I have a lot of support in Gad, and my allies are here. They all want to see me succeed," he said with a broad grin on his face, and I knew leaving that place won't be easy because we won't be facing only him. I was glad that Tamia advised that I bring an army.

"You can never be King, Larry. It is not in your bloodline. Your family isn't even from the north," I said, and he laughed.

"Oh, but you are wrong there. With Pamela, Joan and Vanhil dead, becoming king will be easy. Your new council members are here with you, so when Corrigan and Albert are no more, what do you think will happen?" he said and smiled at me.

"Dominic, David and Vino and within my grasp, and someone is already situated to take them out. Once they do not hear from me, they will gun them down. Call it an insurance policy," he said and smiled.

"If only you left your bitches at the estate, it would have been easier, but the one you left there would do just fine; we have enforcers there that work for me," He said, and Theodore began to growl because he had just implied he would kill Linda.

"Silver bullets aren't easy to come by due to our laws, but I had some made especially for this. See this more like a cleansing. A cleansing from the bloodline that has held our world ransom for centuries. Liberation of the people," he said, and I realised he was sick.

"And who said the people were complaining?" I asked him, and he laughed.

"It isn't personal, Sylvester. You have tried, and I must commend you for your efforts in winning hearts and loyalty, but who says the one coming after you won't be like Maurice and the ones before him? You must understand that I was friends with your father, and I must tell you, you have performed greatly for someone related to that bastard," he said and growled.

There was a way he said it that made me feel like my father did something to him. This was very personal.

I remained silent, waiting to learn all he had to say. I also noticed his eyes remained focused on me.

He wasn't paying attention to the others in the room. He could only do that if he had some form of protection.

Other than the silver pouch in his hands, I couldn't see any, but then again, the dust he carried was lethal enough to do the job and end us all, so we were bound to be on our best behaviour.

"Your father should have never been given the position. Your entire family should have been wiped out. I failed the first time I tried, and Maurice caught on, but he never caught me till he died.