Austin conquest

beat down.

Austin Conquest.

Austin pov.

“So what do you have for me?” I said.

Her name is Maria. She is one of Steve's concubine. She asked me to meet her here. Because she has something for me.

“Something that might be useful to you in the long run,” she kept playing hard to get. Refusing to tell me.

Why would she bring me here if she doesn't have anything useful to say?I was impatient. She is just wasting my precious time. I had things to do before she reached out to me. If she isn't specific, then I will leave.

She understood my reaction, “Just be patient, and all will be made clear to you.”

I Tsk,“Be patient, huh. Let's see how long your patience will last.”

I sat on a chair next to her. We remained in the room for hours. Without saying a single word to each other. I decided to do something to pass the boredom I was experiencing. I pulled out my phone. I went to a social media app to keep myself occupied while she remained patient.

“It's time for me to tell you everything,” she announced.

I immediately put my phone aside. She turns to me at a fast pace. It was as if she was holding back from something earlier.

“Steve told me a lot of things concerning his family affair. One thing he kept saying to me was how he was involved in the death of his immediate elder brother,” she instantly revealed.

I paused. My heart is beating against my chest.

“Did he ever mention the name of his brother?” I asked.

She hums, “Yes. He calls him Austin.”

The pace at which my heart beats reduced. I felt a sense of peace.

“He also said something about Martin getting greedy with the family's money. I don't really understand what that meant,” she added.

“Was that why you called me here? To tell me about the death of his elder brother or was something else involved,” I wanted to know if there were two sides to her story.

She was quiet for a while before she deeply inhaled, “I called you here because I believe that you can help. I heard what you told Pamela at the funeral. You promised to help us find out who killed him. I still love him, so I thought you should know.”

I smile, “Rest assure that I will help you out anyway I can. For the main time, take care of yourself.” Our conversation ended.

Martin pov.

I was about to come out of my car when I saw a man with a familiar face coming out of Maria's house.

Maria is one of my late brother's concubines. I find her attractive. I came to ask her out for a date and convince her to be in a relationship with me.

Sincerely, I also wanted to use that medium to know if Steve said something he shouldn't have said to her. If so, I will kill her.

I followed him with my eyes. When I was sure he was far away from Maria's house, I followed him with my car. He didn't even notice a single thing.

There he is. I sneaked up on him from behind.

Now you are going to get what's coming.

I smirk, “You.”

He turns around and meets my gaze.

“What is your business with Maria?” I questioned, pointing my finger at him.

“I'm just looking out for her. She's like a friend,” he explains.

His face looks familiar.

“Have we met before?” I curiously asked.

He slightly chuckle, “Yes. You may not remember me, but I came to your brother's funeral.”

I see. Now he is after Maria. Someone that I'm interested in. Now that Steve is dead, she is mine. I would not let anyone come between me and her.

I tilt down, “Stay away from her. Do you understand me? Stay away from her, I'm warning you,” I said in a cold tone.

“Why should I do that?” he replied within seconds of my warning.

Does he think I'm joking? Who is this man really?

“Besides, I have no interest in dating her. I'm just a friend to her. You are not entitled to tell me who to befriend,” he said boldly to my hearing.

I clenched my fist. My jaws stiffened. My eyes are blazing with rage.

I'm going to pound you into the ground. Next time you would not talk to me anyhow. I lunged for him. Driving my left fist towards him. Just when my fist was about to flatten his face, he grabbed it.

I smiled.

I prepared my right fist, but it was caught like my other fist.

Tsk.

How long do you think you can keep up with me? You loser.

“What the hell?” he stares at me.

My hands were shaking. I started sweating profusely. “Let go of me, you punk,” I wrestled with him.

Eventually he loosens his hold on me. I smiled mischievously. Then I attacked him again from behind.

I heard a loud sound. It was as if something fell to the ground. I closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I saw myself on the ground, covered with dust his eyes were glancing at me from where he stood. I felt defeated. I felt humiliated. “Who do you think you are? Do you know who I am? I will deal with you,” I threatened.

But he didn't even flinch.

I slowly helped myself up. I wasn't going to accept defeat easily. “You asshole. Likewise, I will make sure you rot in jail. Look at you, you poor fool. For laying your hands on me, I will make sure you rot in jail.”

I called the cops on him. When they arrived, I paid them to take him away. He didn't show any sign of fear. His face was hardened. The looks he gave me were frightening.

I smirked. Watching them take him away.

I have some people inside the prison. I will make sure they deal with you. Mark my words, today will be your last. Funny enough, I don't still know his name.