The Last Heir
d in a shooting war, but no one knew for sure. The turf war that he was in
his bare chest that belonged under a suit, on top of an inner white shirt. His trousers were
e demanded, grabbing a guy a
s. But I was wrong. Yes, he knew who it was, and he wasn't r
ho was visibly trembling and qu
He suddenly smirked. The bag in Andrew's hand, coupled w
reathing anxiously, knowing what would happen to him.
uder like a baby, I wondered what he was thinking-stealing from the big gang. N
like a crybaby. "I thought you were tough," he said, kn
ted to catch some air. Seeing that I did nothing to help him out of the situation oth
do it!" "He f**ki
with dread. "Wh
He drew the f**king map of the w
eard. "Was it me? Or was it my spirit that had do
that you would come." "Take hi
As I've said before, on the street, you don't have friends because those you
and shot me a suspicious glance. He began walking slowly tow
, spitting out saliva fr
ended. "I know nothing
yelled, rising to his feet and rushing toward the trash. He finally laid his hands on the bag
bag and handed it over to the gang leader. My eyes widened with surprise,
g leader opened th
, causing me to fall to the ground.
o hit me again when he suddenly stopped as if he h
who should be in his 80s, stepped out and walked slowly towards me. He was w
y held to his lips, and he puffed out smoke like
itting in the truck. He asked gently, "The necklace? Where did you find it?" But
hind the old man. The gang leader's reaction clarified that he was not the lead
enchman,"
out the gun, which was tucked into his henchman's belt. Right in my fa
e." He said nonchalantly, and
nce I did not want a bullet put into my head, I talked hurriedly. "It had been on me since I was an infant, si
ace. "What is your name, son?" He asked,
sir," I
name?" he a
am Marcus T
howed it all. "What is the son of the wealthy
althy. "My father died a really poor man, sir," I
o my father's inheritance, and he ordered his henchman to give me his phon
?" The henchman asked, staring
o best." The o