Chapter 6: Chapter 6

"Ouch!" Clinton winced in pain as he tried to move his body. He felt his head banging heavily and his body above his normal temperature.

"God! Fever!"

Then it hit him as events of the previous day flashed in his head. He let out a painful groan and carefully laid back on the bed trying not to increase the excruciating pain he felt all over his head. He could tell it is a hangover that he is experiencing as a result of the plenty of drinks he had the previous day.

He looked around and saw that the room was already cleared. He remembered how he had used a bottle on one of the guard's heads and cursed himself for losing control and allowing himself to turn violent over a couple of drinks. He just wasn't really a drinking type of guy. He rarely got drunk because the last time he did while in school, he had ended up raving mad and was taken into the police station. He was lucky enough to be bailed out by his mother.

Then something else occurred to him, it wasn't so clear in his memory but he remembered that Elizabeth was in his room at the time he was drunk. He tried to think hard and remember whatever it was that they discussed, or if there was a chance that he was violent towards her but couldn't recall much. He only was sure she was the last person he saw before he dozed off.

Reasons as to what actually had led him to getting himself drunk flashed in his head causing a sigh to escape his mouth. Remembering the whole thing all over again had his blood boiling again.

He wanted to get hold of his phone so he could call Karen but it was almost difficult for him to move even a finger. So he stayed put and waited for anything to bring anyone inside his room.

Lucky enough for him, someone barged into the room carelessly without knocking, something Clinton considered rude and always punished the culprit. But that would wait.

To Clinton, it was a prayer answered as he prayed for someone, anyone at all to enter the room though not in that manner. He would just pardon the person for today.

But then he looked at the person standing in front of his bed and just the opposite of what he thought, it wasn't Karen but one of the maids whom he hadn't cared to know her name as that wasn't his major concern, but he can at least recognize her face.

She looked panicked and was sweating profusely. She just stood there saying nothing and was shivering as if there was some sort of extremely cold weather, and that disgusted Clinton. He just can't come to terms with them acting like puppies and scared cows before him like he was not a human like them.

To him, it is only a coward that shivers at the sight of his or boss. Boldness and fearlessness is one attribute he admires in a person.

He felt like yelling the spirit of cowardice out of her but held himself. He however waited impatiently for her to speak up.

"Sir...I...I…." she stuttered.

Clinton was beginning to lose it now and might likely explode the next moment.

"Speak the fuck up!" Clinton yelled angrily.

Before the girl could say anything further, a masked man in all black attire barged into the room.

"Damn! How do you guys barge into my room like fools…" Clinton was saying but stopped at the sight of the masked man that just entered his room. His eyes caught the gun he held in his hand and for a split second, his head became blank.

The masked man approached the bed and stood menacingly before Clinton. He held the girl in Clinton's room in the neck and squeezed it tight. The girl was choking but he didnt stop. He in fact increased the intensity with which he held her throat. He then pointed a gun at Clinton and ordered him to be on his feet.

Everything was happening so fast, faster than Clinton could grasp. Just like magic, which he couldn't even explain, the pain he earlier felt all over him seemed to vanish as he tried to get up like he was ordered.

As he was getting up, another masked man entered the room. He came straight to him and delivered a punch to his jaw. He staggered slightly but managed to stay on his feet. Where he got the strength to survive that punch amazed him.

The man then cuffed him and began to lead him outside of his room roughly. All this while, Clinton couldn't even release a sound from his mouth as he was still trying to put things together in his head the situation that was unfolding before him.

He continued to ask himself who those people were. What brought them to the Smith's home and who sent them.

Clinton remembered his father before he traveled, mentioned something about a project he is about to carry out in the Elites group, considering how influential and wealthy those people are, he imagined if it was because of his father they had come. To think they are capable of anything when it comes to power and money. And his father's travel was something he kept secret from the outside. Clinton was one hundred percent sure that two things he had in mind, either of the two brought those people to their house.

It's either his father has been sold out by anyone in the Elites group that he trusted or the people that sent the thugs to them have no idea that his father has traveled. That moment he wasn't sure which of the options was likely to be the reason. That he would find out soon if they don't blow off his head before revealing their sender.

But,

What if it was him those people actually came for. Could it be that Stanley sent them. The mere thought of that got Clinton angry as he imagined how he would hunt and deal with Stanley if he ever gets to find out he is responsible for the masked men. That is if he gets out of this alive.