Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 191

Screams.

The acrid scent of burning flesh thick in the air.

The fire was burning at his skin.

That night he stood helpless, just a boy in a nightmare, watching the people he loved being dragged away, screaming. fighting, bleeding, but the Blacks were merciless.

A tear slipped down his cheek, then another. He hated his weakness, but he couldn’t stop the tears.

He’d waited years to get to this point, and now he was ready to turn Alexander and his family into a pile of ashes.

Scar took a deep breath, his fingers clenching as anger overweights his sadness. His tears disappeared as quickly as they came, replaced by a hard resolve. Alexander Black had no idea what he was in for.

He thought he was untouchable, shielded by power and influence.

But by the time he realized what was happening it would be too late.

Scar was not only out for revenge, he was intent on destroying Alexander Black’s entire world.

AAAAA

Fifteen Years Ago

A boy no more than sixteen years old pressed his ear against the door to his parents‘ bedroom. His brown eyes were wide and his frame tense. He wasn’t supposed to be listening, but the urgency in their voices had drawn him in.

Inside, his father’s voice rang out, raw with anger.

“There is no escaping this. Enough of the Blacks stealing my projects! This time I am sueing them to court.”

His mother’s voice was softer but just as firm, as she tried to soothe him.

“You gotta chill. We can’t just do this haphazardly. We gotta figure out how they’re stealing from us. We gotta have some proof before we do anything.”

“This isn’t the first time the Blacks have cheated me! If I don’t stop them now they won’t stop until they’ve ruined me!”

inside

Blacks should be ready for

sprinted away as his dad approached the

he could and then

breath short. Questions

everybody did. They were one of the richest families in the country, with power that reached well beyond the reach of most people. But to him the name ‘Black‘ meant more than power and corruption;

Alexander Black.

either. At school, Alexander kept to himself and rarely spoke. But there was something that made Travis want

everything was different. If his father was right, the Blacks weren’t just rivals; they were thieves.

enemies.

the rest of his family. For years, he’d looked up to him, admired him, wished he was like him, powerful, respected, untouchable. He’d dreamed of standing

he had the

knew exactly what he was going to do: invite everyone from school, throw the biggest party of the year, and make sure that Alexander

his father would never allow

he’d heard tonight, there was no way his father would let one of the Black step into

settling in his chest.

wouldn’t tell

he reached Alexander. Everyone as school seemed to pause as he pressed the card in his hand. Every one

blank. Then, to Travis’s

Alexander said simply, before

grinned, his excitement bubbling

going to be

the party unfolded just as he’d imagined

had gone to bed early so the kids could party all night. The Mahoney mansion was

started, all the girls whispering and glancing at the Black heir, trying to work up the

than two hours later, something unexpected

at first, barely noticeable, but then within minutes it was clear as there

Someone screamed.

heart switching places with