"Continue," Mathayus orders over his shoulder after a few minutes pass without Keshan saying anything else. "For the next two hours, all you'll be able to focus on is the path before you." Keshan finished in a nervous tone as Mathayus turned slowly, his dark, intense eyes fixed on Keshan's face.
Thinking that he had offended the prince, Keshan flinched and was about to drop to his knees and apologize when a smirk creased the corner of Mathyaus's mouth. "I must be losing my memories again. I can't believe that not once has that even crossed my mind. Perfect timing as usual, Keshan. At this point, I'm desperate enough to try anything; let me get suited." Turning, Mathayus walks away.
"I really hope this helps," Keshan says to himself with a sigh of relief as he follows Mathayus. Taking out his phone, Keshan dials a number. "Get the royal guards ready with their dirt bikes; the prince is going for a run."
An hour later, Mathayus came to a stop along the trail. The guards on their bikes ride around surveying the area. Standing straight, he sucks air into his lungs and breathes out slowly as he allows his heart rate to return to normal. Keshan was right; that felt amazing. He thought as adrenaline pumped through his veins.
He hadn't done this since he came back home, but considering all the things he had to deal with since his return, running didn't even cross his mind, but starting from this moment, he will definitely be doing this a lot more frequently.
It was way more effective in stopping the flow of memories of Liah than training with the guards, and it was also an excellent way to work off his sexual frustration.
Sexual frustration was never one of his problems before he arrived on that Island but now, now it was slowly driving him insane.
So until he can find a more permanent solution to his frustration, he will no doubt be returning to his daily running schedule.
Taking in another deep breath, he took off in the direction of the palace surrounded by the royal guards on their bikes.
Back in Jamaica
Razor sigh heavily as he steps from the vehicle. Some of his men were lined up on both sides of the entrance leading all the way into the house. "Welcome home, Boss!" they said in unison. They then bowed to him as he passed; they never did that before, so he knew they must have picked that up from Michael.
He sighed again as he stood in the hall, his eyes roaming around the interior. It seemed like forever since he had left here to attend to business in Kingston. Little did he know what was awaiting him there, or how close to death's door he would come
and although he didn't die, Jermaine did; his precious Jermaine was killed because he dragged him to Kingston. Why the hell didn't he leave him with Michael? Even though Jermaine was a little scared of Michael, he had a strong feeling that Jermaine would have been safe here; he should have left him, but he didn't, and now Jermaine was gone. He didn't even get to claim his body. One thing was certain: those ass-holes will pay for taking him from me, razor fumes inwardly as his men all gathered around him.
"I need to have a meeting with all of you right now, gather the rest of the men and meet me in the dinning room in ten minutes," Razor orders, he then head up the stairs and towards his office, after closing the office door behind him, he walk slowly towards his chair and sat down as his eyes scan the room.
He hadn't realize how badly he missed this place until now, sighing again he got up and walk towards his vault and open it, on one of the shelf was the three black travelling bags that Blade had told him about, walking over to them he open one and a smile crease the corner of his lips as he ran his fingers over the bills.
Saving Michael's life was so worth it, the best decision he had ever made. Nodding with approval, he closed the vault, then went to meet with the men.
After briefing them on his plans, a few of them accompany him to the other base in the next community. He briefed those men as well on his plans for the next few weeks. He then set some ground rules before heading back to his base.
The following day, they held Jermaine's memorial in the backyard. At one spot, they had a large photo of Jermaine surrounded by flowers, and each member had on a T. Shirt with his face on it.
Each tribute pierce Razor's heart to a point where he felt as if he couldn't breathe, and by the end of the memoria,l Razor was trembling with rage.
Two days later, Razor was on his way back to Kingston with fifteen of his men, locked and loaded.
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Riddle from the last ch: what do you call a bad ice skater?
Ans: a rink amateur
Wait, a what now? Anyway moving on
Try this one
What do you get if you cross a rooster and a parrot?
Christ, good luck with this one