Moana
I stood frozen, my mind reeling from the conversation I had with my mom. I couldn't shake off the feeling that everything felt real, like it was more than just a dream. But what did it mean?
When I was about to step outside, I saw Jericho standing in front of me. Something about him made me stop in my tracks. He stared at me keenly, eyes piercing through mine. I felt a shiver run down my spine.
Before I knew it, he had pinned me against the wall, and gripping my wrists firmly with his hands. I felt a surge of fear, but I couldn't meet his gaze. My heart was racing, and my mind was screaming at me to get away.
"Why do you look scared of me?" He asked, huskily. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice, "You're scary and secretive," I stammered.
His grip on my wrists loosened, and he disengaged from me, "I need to attend to something urgent. I'll be back in two days," He declared, simply.
I felt a pang of anxiety, "Why?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Jericho raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"
I took a deep breath, "Why do you always have to leave? And if you're going to kill me, just do it already," I said, yelled at him.
"Who said I was going to kill you?" He asked, menacingly, while narrowing his eyes at me.
My heart skipped a beat. I didn't have a chance to respond before he walked away. I stood there, frozen in shock, wondering what had just happened.
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Jericho walked into his room, scanning the space with a mixture of disinterest and superiority. His men stood at attention, their faces expressionless.
One of them stepped forward, dragging a struggling man behind him, "He is the one, Don. He claims to have killed his wife,"
The man trembled as he was dragged before him in fear. He fell to his knees, begging for mercy, "You tried to kill me. Do you remember that night?" He asked, deadly, carrying a toxic aura.
The man nodded, tears streaming down his face, "I was blinded by rage. I didn't know what I was doing," The man pleaded, yet his expression remained cold, unyielding, "You failed.
And as a consequence, someone had to pay the price," Jericho said, darkly making the man's eyes went wide, "My wife, you killed my wife,"
Jericho's gaze didn't waver, eyes fixed on the man with an unnerving intensity, "You should have succeeded in killing me if not for her interference," He repeated.
The man's body shook with sobs, the words barely intelligible, "Please, I'll do anything, just don't kill me," The man stammered, tears falling in his eyes freely.
His expression didn't change, but he held out his hand, and one of his men placed a knife in it, "Say your last prayer," Jericho said, devoiding no emotions.
The man's eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped to the ground, unconscious with fear.
With a swift, precise motion, Jericho threw the knife at his neck, causing a low sound. The man's body jerked once, and then went still.
Jericho turned to his men, "Bring me Henry,"