chapter 28

Mc Millan's guards gave them a hot chase, but they didn't get a chance. They ran back and got their car, but they'd already lost.
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Mr Smith signaled one of his men to b the doorbell. He did and the door was opened immediately.
"Oh, you must be Mr Mc Millan, my boss has been expecting you" A pretty lady said.
"Yeah, can I go in?" Mr Smith took advantage of the situation.
"Yes, please, come in. This way, I will take you to him, he's studying in his library" she led him inside.
His guards waited outside. The lady showed Mr Smith to the library and left. When the lawyer turned expectantly to see Mr Mc Millan, a dangerous face greeted him.
"Hello, how may I help you?" He asked.
"Disappointed? Oh, don't be, you're waiting for Mr. Mc Millan while I am looking for you, who knows, all of us will iron things out right here" Mr Smith smirked.
"Well��I��I don't know who you are. What do you want?" The lawyer stuttered.
"What do I want? I want a lot of things"
The lawyer's phone rang, he stood up to take the call, his eyes fixed on the man tapping his feet on his rug.
"What?! How did that happen?!!" The lawyer shreaked. He dropped the call and tried to make another call to the police for his safety, but it was too late.
Mr Smith knew exactly what the man had in mind, so he went closer to him and stabbed him with his knife.
"You will never get away with this, I��I��I pro��mise you" The lawyer breathed his last.
"I have already gotten away, there's just one more bug to remove and I will enjoy my life to the fullest. I have already built a legacy for my son" Mr Smith said coherently and left.
He shot the lady that took him inside on his way out, she grunted and died instantly. He felt fulfilled for the day and knew killing Mr Mc Millan isn't going to be easy, but he has always won.
Losing is not something he takes lightly. He left with his men and asked the driver to take them to Mr Mc Millan's house.
When they got there, he saw that other people had caused a ruckus in the place. He sent his men to find out what the flurry was all about, they brought back news that the man was kidnapped minutes ago by unknown assassins.
Mr Smith didn't need a second person to tell him that Ivy Smith is the leader of a troop of assassinators, that woman is really something. Isn't that what made him want her?
The only issue is that she can't just give him a chance after all he has done to her, she destroyed the good life she would have had, and he's determined to make it up to her if even for the sake of his son.
He has worked hard to find their secret condo, all to no avail. "We mustn't let a group of premature assassinators get ahead of us, I want you guys to look into this!" He scolded his men.
If they were competent enough, they would have killed or kidnapped the man before the assassins. And they would have found their secret base.
"Yes, sir!" They chorused and the driver did his job.
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Mrs Smith brought out a picture taken many years ago when she thought Steff would be the right person for her after everything that happened and when she gave birth to Justin.
She had kept it hidden in a secret safe underground. She simply buried it there and believed Steff was gone for good, but he always showed up. After all, they have something that bound them together, Justin.
He recently wants to shoulder his responsibility as a father and she can't ignore her roles as a mother in Justin's life, so that's more like being tied together. Yep! Justin is the rope that is tying them together.
She took it to Justin's room and gave it to him with the belief that it will go a long way in helping him regain his memory if he sees himself when he was younger.
"Beautiful family," Justin commented. "But who are they?" He asked further.
"This is your son," she pointed at the younger Justin seated on her laps. "I am the one carrying you, and that man is your father, don't you remember? You have been living with him for a while now" She explained.
"Oh, well�� Nice" he mumbled.
That ripped her heart apart, she was drawn to tears watching her son struggle to remember who he is.
"Justin, what is your favorite food?" She tried.
"Justin? Oh, Justin Bieber, I saw him on the news yesterday, he's an American popular artist. I could Google his favorite things��"
"That's not who I am talking about! Your name is Justin Smith and I am your mother!!" She howled and leapt to her feet.
"Wow," was all he said.
A knock at the door calmed her down, she hoped the man that put her son in this condition would have been gunned down.
"Come in!" She invited the person inside.
Alex entered and announced their successful arrival. "Sophia suggested that we bring him to you alive" He finished.
"Great! I have always known that girl will make me proud, she knows I will want to torture that man for attempting to murder my only son!! Where's he now?!" Mrs Smith smiled for the first time after the day she got the message that Justin was involved in the plane crash.
"At the underground storage room" he answered.
"Let's go there now. I think it's time I teach you guys how to use code words and names, a reward for not disappointing me" she commented following him.
"Am I not allowed to follow?" Justin called after them.
To be continued
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