Austin conquest

STEVE 1

Austin Conquest.

Steve pov.

From the way he spoke, I knew he was a Frenchman.

“What brought you here to South Africa?” I asked.

He sips from his drink, “Tourism. Most of the prehistoric sites are still attractive to me. I lived in South Africa once.”

“Wow,” I exclaimed in shock.

Then I continued, “How long did you stay?”

He smiles, “I spent a long time here.”

After a while, our conversation shifted from talking about good times to business investment.

“I came here to sign a business deal with a company,” he uttered.

“That is nice,” I tilt to my side.

“It involves millions of dollars. I'm supposed to gather investors because the money I have is little. I actually want to make millions from this deal,” he tilts to the floor.

I felt attritional towards him.

“How much do you need to invest?” I low key asked.

“Like a million dollars would do,” he placid.

A million dollars isn't much. I can help him with the money. I could still profit from the investment if it yields profits.

What if he decides to run away with my money? What will happen to me then? I'd rather not fall for his tricks. He might be a conman or a fraudster.

“I have an idea,” his words were smooth.

I looked at him as he tried to brainstorm his ideas.

“Just hold on a little. If you invest in this business with a million dollars, you could get back eighty or over hundred percent of your investment,” he seems pastoral.

Over one hundred percent. Is he bluffing or just desperate?

“I have invested in it before. But right now I don't have enough funds to invest. But if you can invest in this, whether we win or lose, I will make sure I repay you back from my pocket,” he assures.

Austin pov.

Steve left, but I remained.

Does he really thinks I'm stupid. He doesn't even recognize me at all. Before he knows anything about me, it would be late for him.

I faked the business proposal to get to him. I really thought he would be smart, beats me to realize he is still dumb.

I crowed.

Slowly drinking from my glass of drink.

A young, gorgeous lady sat beside me. Her presence caught the attention of everyone in the bar.

She reaches for her purse. Then she orders for a drink. I looked away from her, but she caught my gaze.

Wonder what she's staring at?

“Hello mister. Have I seen you before?” she tilts towards me.

“No. I'm not sure whether we have seen before.” I tried fooling her with my French ascent. But she kept staring at me like she knew me.

Just look away already.

“I saw you talking to Milton Steve,” she said.

She continues, “Do you know him for somewhere?”

“No. We just met here,” I lied to her.

She sighs, “His life is a mess. After they lost their elder brother, things turned upside down for Steve. His life became miserable. I feel sorry for the gentleman.”

Sorry! How could you feel sorry for someone you don't know? For your information, he and the rest of my brothers wanted me dead. I'm happy his life is miserable.

Then, out of nowhere, some group of drunk men came to us. They were chatting with the young lady. From the look of things, she wasn't interested, but they kept bugging her.

So I intervened, “Hey she said you should leave her alone. Don't you get it.”

One of them attacked me, “Who the hell are you fancy pants?” His crew laughed along with him.

Then he placed his hands on me. “Let's dance fancy pants,” they laughed again.

That was when I snapped. I'm going to make you bleed.

I folded my fists and drove them through his face. Sending them in the bartender direction. As he fell unconscious, some of his friends came after me. They ended up the same way as their friend.

I massaged my knuckles while arranging my sleeves. “Bartender,” I called out to him.

He was frightened by my voice. “Yes, sir,” he shuddered.

“How much should I pay for the damages?” I asked.

“Huh. I don't know sir. Only the management knows about things like that,” he puzzled.

I pulled out my phone and asked them for the club account number. Once I was given, I transferred the sum of two hundred thousand dollars to the account.

I noticed the young lady was still helplessly staring at me from her end. The eyes of everyone were on me as I walked away from the club.

The next day, I received a call from Steve. It turns out he thought about my business proposal. I had plans for him.

I donned another suit and wore a different perfume with shining shoes. Not only that, but I practiced my French ascent and how I would act. So he won't sniff me out.

Steve pov.

I later decided to invest in the Frenchman business investment. I just remembered something.

I don't even know his name.

Maybe today I will have the chance to ask him for his name. The reason I called out to him wasn't mainly because of money.

It was because I wanted something for myself. I can't keep living by Martin's rule. I want to be my own boss. If possible, I would like to stay far away from my siblings.

Moments later, the Frenchman arrived. But he came too early than expected. Potentially he's serious about the business proposal.

Now that I'm thinking of it. He looks familiar. Perhaps it's because I met with him yesterday.

He shakes hands with me. “How are you doing, friend?” he asked in a French ascent, same as yesterday.

I smiled, “Fine, and you too. So did you bring the necessary with you.”

He nods in response.

We started to process the documents needed for the investment there at the bar. In order not to be disturbed, I paid for a VIP section at the bar.

After minutes of paper work. I suggested that we rest. Luckily, they brought in refreshments for us.

I personally asked them to bring a particular brand of whiskey for me. As I drank the entire bottle without taking a single break, he noticed.

“You do know that drinking kills, right?” he asked, looking concerned.

But I didn't reply him. Instead, I laughed.

I'm only doing this because I saw it as a way of escaping this sad reality. My life is a mess.

After everything concerning the documents was sorted out, it only remained my signature. I noticed something strange moving around my body. I could feel it.

What's happening to me? Why do I feel pain?

While I reasoned, the pain became intense. I held my stomach and cried softly in pain. He noticed it.

Then things went south when I fell to the floor. At this point, my eyes were red from all the pain.

That was when it donned on me.

Could it be that I was poisoned? But how come? Who would do something like this to me?

Looking at me from above was the Frenchman. He squats down, stretching his hand to help me up.

“How does it feel to die?” His question was awkward.

What does that mean? Could it be?

“You did this to me. But why, what have I done to you?” I pleaded, groaning.

“So you don't remember me, brother,” he smirks.

Is that a smirk I'm seeing? What doesn't that mean?

“I'm Milton Austin, your brother, the person you and my brothers killed,” he explains.

My eyes were opened in shock.

So this is how I'm going to die. I always knew that my time would come. I'm only surprised that it didn't come sooner.

I glanced at Austin one last time before I lost my strength. “I'm sorry,” I said inaudibly before I drew my last breath.

Austin pov.

I snorted.

You're next, Martin. He didn't even know when I spiked his drink. That fool, you thought I would just let it slide after everything you did to me.