It was a dark night and there was a slight drizzle.
The car sped and weaved through the traffic towards the address on the note. Yael gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove the car. His bloodshot eyes were focused and his deadly vibes filled the interior of the car. He thought about the way Vinna cried at the TM Villa.
Yael grinned and said softly, “I’m sorry to have disappointed you. Jack is the only one who gave me hope when I was at my darkest moment. I wouldn’t be here without him. He was also the one who saved my life repeatedly.”
“Although I, Yael, had killed my father, I still know how to be grateful. Jack is now missing and Amber had been abducted. It is my duty as his younger brother to save Amber. If I don’t protect Amber when Jack isn’t around, then how could I face him when he returns?”
He mumbled to himself as if he was trying to explain to Vinna. His sinister grin began to intensify. Yael looked down and straighten his clothes which had explosives tied to his waist and then declared softly, “Silly girl, I will marry you if I return this time.”
Though he said those words softly, its energy and determination were undeniable.
When Yael looked up again, his gaze was focused, determined and cold to the extreme. He turned on the radio and by coincidence, the radio station was broadcasting the song “Fate”. One of the lines of the lyrics seemed very appropriate for what was to happen, “Perhaps… it is fate.”
Yael gently patted his waist as his right foot floored the accelerator.
At the Hudson manor.
A manor sits next to a hillside forest. It was remote, tranquil, and nondescript. One particular villa was brightly lit.
George sat quietly in the wheelchair with a cigarette between his fingers. Though he was sitting quietly, his gaze and vibes were full of murderous intent. Behind him were eight bodyguards and there were thirty more well-trained guards spread out within his villa compounds. They were the most trusted men that he took with him when he left the Hughes residence. This team was also his only defense against the assassin squad.
Had it been the past, George would be dissatisfied with the level of protection but now he had accepted the situation and was calm about it. George had decided that he was willing to face death as long as he could kill Jack.
Not far away from George was Amber who sat on the sofa and was being bound tightly. Even her mouth was covered with duct tape and she couldn’t make a sound. Amber was totally disheveled. Her eyes were red and swollen from the crying and fear. Her face was slightly swollen and an imprint of a hand could be seen. She was slapped by George!
She tried to struggle free but the binds were too secure and she couldn’t break free.
“Tsk tsk…” George looked towards Amber and scoffed, “That bastard Jack is really fortunate to have married such a beautiful wife like you.” He said sheepishly while looking at Amber’s petite body.
Amber glared with her eyes wide open as she managed to force a muffled, “Hmph, hmph!”
George waved his hand with the cigarette and said, “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in pregnant women.”
On hearing, Amber felt more relieved and calmed down.
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