Chapter 41

[8 years ago]

Waylon Palace

Leonard’s POV

Eyes – mirror to the soul and crystal glass of emotions. The glass breaks, reconstructs and then remembers the scars.

“Oh looks like my men have made a large mistake. They are fools Mr. Leonard, don’t mind them.”

“Who are you and what do you want?” I snarled.

“Straight to the point Mr. Waylon… I see, well we are here to kill you.”

Looking at my terrified daughter and wife, I saw something snap in Ajax’s eyes, a spell was broken and a curse was placed.

The mob boss loaded the gun and pointed at my head.

“Wait,” a voice came our strong despite terror and trepidation seizing the environment.

“What little boy, wanna bid farewell to daddy?” I realized the voice was of my ten year old child.

“No, I want to kill him myself,” I whirled my head towards him with the speed which could have broken my neck. The Mafia man was in shock too.

“Ajax? Baby, what are you doing?” My wife was