" I swear to you" Anderson pleaded. The wardens looked at Cubia.
"Take him away" Cubia sighed. Anderson looked at Casa.
" Get out...I can't believe you do drugs" Casa sat. She was Cubia's closest friend and Confiànde.
" I can't believe, he had the money to do drugs" Cubia spat annoyed.
She had brought him to home, to her house.
After he had ransacked her kitchen, praising the house, he was found sprawled on in her room with hard drugs.
" I'm not an addict" he swore, " Don't do this, these people, they'd kill me, Help me"
" I am helping you" she said as she stood up. The wardens dragged Anderson away.
Casa came to hug her.
" Today was a Hell well spent" Cubia sighed.
The landline came alive, " Hi...Hillary here...I wanted to check in on Andre"
"Such a bitch" Cubia cursed, Casa gave her an admonishing look.
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Damien looked at Xavier calculatingly.
" I know Magnus, he's very knowledgeable about his dealings, he won't sell if he didn't know what they were for"
"It had the Jacksons seal, Damien"
"Maxima, it's probably him that sold those bombs"
"What's the plan??" Xavier asked picking one of the pictures of the explosion.
"I'll get in contact with Magnus, increase the security"
Xavier nodded.
First Maralie, now an Explosion.
Something voiced that it wasn't a coincidence.
"I'll send in some of those models and some actresses" Xavier added. Damien nodded. He looked the sun, it was high and bright.
And untouchable.
"I better get going, work n all"
Damien nodded.
Few minutes later he was all alone. He fixed himself breakfast while thinking about the recent incidents.
The Taylor chain of companies had been under threats, but nothing as big as an Explosion. Was Maralie assassinated??
If so why??
Why target a school but no casualties??
All this questions ran through his mind but he had no answer.
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Hillary woke up feeling revived. She looked at the time, 10:19am. She jerked waiting for Anderson's yelling. Nothing.
She remembered he wasn't home- she relaxed.
She did some chores and made breakfast.
She checked her phone, a call from Xavier.
She smiled and called him back, Unreachable.
She looked at the red dress in a corner.
She loved it.
Then she looked at the suit coat beside it.
Damien's. She had to return it.
She had also promised herself to stay away from that attractive man.
Men like that, break you beyond repair.
She felt so good, it was a bright day to herself that's till Anderson returns.
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" Don't touch me" Anderson yelled at the other inmates.
He was irritated. Sweating profusely he sat down, he had just done his manuals.
" Quiet" the security said.
Anderson glared at the security guard, who ignored him.
He was given some injections later, making him sweep, he hated injections.
He looked at the corner, there was a girl watching him.
"What are you looking at??" He snarled wiping his tears.
She looked away.
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"You were in town??" Damien asked as he saw his guest. Draped in a brown leather-like Armani suit was his closest friend. Magnus Jackson - a studio head/ Manager.
He was hot property and while we're at it, he's the heir of a renowned Crime Family; Jacksons. Magnus, just like Damien, stopped conversations. You'd want to look again Everytime. Deep emerald hazel eyes, his skin; a sunkissed leather brown and his hair, soft and shiny and very very black. He was handsome and knows it.
His body was powerful - a few scars here and there displaying brutality and Violence.
He, at Forty currently, looked thirty or more.
" Guilty" he admitted, smiling.
"Nice place" he complemented hardly looking around. He hugged Damien, the only person that could get that close to him, except the bitches.
"I'm one hungry sonofabitch" announced pulling of his tie.
"Good, we'll talk over lunch"
"Haven't you heard about table manners??"