Chapter 115
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\[Creed's Family House\]
"Twenty years imprisonment? Who was the judge?" Elder Creed asked as Lydia reported the court occurrence to him.
They're both at the front balcony, and she's in front of him.
"No need to know him, he's not someone we know so Warren has no hand in the long sentence, but why are you suspicious? Warren was also sentenced to twenty years, but the secret of his innocent leaked after he spent three, isn't that why he was released?" Lydia replied.
"I know, I'm just saying her parents are rich enough to bribe the judge to lessen the sentence. Is Rafael's money useless? Stonia's violence?" Elder Creed looked up.
"The court body are all new and rigid, so there was no foul play this time. But why do you seem disappointed that her sentence wasn't lessened?" Lydia asked.
"It's not disappointment, it's intrigue. I love hearing sad sob stories, it fills me" Elder Creed replied, and Lydia relaxed.
"So now who's next? Evelyn? She'd come by herself at this point, I can bet it" he said.
"And you, you refused to do anything to help when he was in jail, and I've been insisting that you tell him the reason, but you refused. He's gonna come for you" Lydia replied.
Elder Creed grinned. "My son is gonna kill me with his own hands? By all means, he's welcome. I've been wishing for that a long time ago"
"Stop this stubbornness! You're on a wheelchair cos of him! Maureen crippled you cos of him!" Lydia shouted.
And at the same time, an arrow flew into the balcony from nowhere.
The arrow got stuck in the wall with a paper attached to it.
With wide eyes, Lydia pulled out the arrow and removed the note from it.
It read...
"Miss me?"
"It's her" Lydia muttered, showing the note to the old man.
"She's back?" He said, and though he tried to hide his fear, it's obvious.
Lydia stayed silent.
"Post vacancy for a new maid to replace greedy Matron, and install lights and new cameras round the compound, even in the forest at the back. This battle is only just starting" he said.
"Yes, sire" Lydia bowed.
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\[Hello Hospital\]
Bronx sat in bed, and despite his injuries and doctors warning to stay off his phone, he's with his phone.
He's not scrolling through the Cali news. Instead, he's staring at the order he received from the brotherhood to eliminate Tina and Monty.
He knows Monty is outside the ward right now, watching over him, and while he hates her so fuçking much, killing the innocent has never made it to his to-do list.
No way he's gonna kill anyone, so he tried playing a game with the leader. He decided to make a deal, and he was about replying the text when Ashton came in, so he dropped the phone.
"I hate your face than Mondays, so you might wanna get the fûck out" he said.
"You're in a cult, and I don't know which cult it is when despite your glaring occultic tattoos, I dunno how discreet you guys are or the vow you made that's making you protect them this much, but just know that when I get my hands on your cult, I won't hold back" Ashton seethed, and Bronx laughed, getting down from the bed to stand toe-to-toe with him.
"What? You're gonna frame them like you and your bastard friends framed Ixora? Even the blind should know it's a setup but everyone thinks she really killed Mrs. Hotdog...wait...was it Ortega? Whatever...you can only fool the public with your mediocre plots, but not me! We might be brothers, but we're different! You're heartless just like your friends, but I'm not! Your friends are more important than me? Go on and protect them! And I'll fuckin protect myself!" He spat.
Ashton became speechless, he just fought the urge to punch him.
Outside the ward, Monty finally walked away, unable to continue listening to the banters of the brothers.
She got back in her car and looked up at the picture of her father which she hung, and she smiled slightly before driving out of the hospital.
She had barely driven two minutes into the city when someone almost ran into her car. Thankfully, she quickly stepped on brakes.
"I'm sorry!" The man quickly apologized before rushing to cross the road, entering an FBI building.
It's Rafael, and he's obviously still running around for his daughter.
Monty sighed.
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\[Ford Salon\]
Clover followed the siblings back home, and the three of them are in the outer salon.
As for Mr. Ford, the poor man is inside his room, crying for his dead greedy wife.
"So...you worked with mum in her trafficking business?" Romeo talked, his voice imbalanced from too much crying.
"Are you gonna hand me over to the cops too?" Clover replied.
"As much as I wanna do that, I'm not gonna do it" Romeo said.
"What do you mean?" Bethel asked from her seat, and Romeo rolled eyes before standing.
He took few steps away then came back.
"I'm taking over" he said.
"What! No!" Bethel spranged up.
"And if that makes me a villain, then so be it! What good has goody ever brought me? I want the bad! I need it like the air I breath! Everyone is crazy in this city? Then let's all run mad! I'll get the power, connections, and wealth I need. If Warren and his gang thinks they own this city, then someone gotta say no to them" Romeo retorted.
Bethel's arms dropped.
"He killed mother and destroyed every good thing ongoing in our lives, now don't even start talking about how mother wasn't innocent, I don't fuçking care!" Romeo slammed.
Clover stood, taking a key out of his pocket which he dropped on the table.
"There, Matron gave it to me the same day I became her vice. I was told to deliver it to her son if any funny thing happens, I think it contains her top secrets and documents. She has been preparing for that death a long time ago, so it's your turn now, to not disappoint her" Clover said.
Romeo picked the key up, and somehow, Bethel found herself smiling.
Clover smiled, too.