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.”

shaking with anger. “This isn’t the first time the Blacks

inside

ready for my attack!”

his

the hall as he could and then slammed the door shut behind

breath short. Questions raged

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

Alexander Black.

to the Black empire. They were never really friends, but they weren’t enemies either. At school, Alexander kept to himself and rarely spoke. But there was something that made Travis want to get closer

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

enemies.

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

had the

invite everyone from school, throw

was one big problem: his father would never allow

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

settling

tell

he reached Alexander. Everyone as school seemed to pause as he

blank. Then, to Travis’s surprise, he

said simply, before walking away.

excitement

birthday was going to

the centre of the garden, his chest puffing out as the party unfolded just as he’d imagined it would. Fairy lights twinkled in the trees, music played, and laughter rang

had gone to bed early so the kids could party all night. The Mahoney mansion was nothing compared to the Blacks, but tonight Travis felt like he was the king of the castle.

as the party really got started, all the girls whispering and glancing at the Black heir, trying to work up the

than two hours later, something

then within minutes it was clear as

Someone screamed.

switching places with his liver.