Chapter Seventy-one

Sometimes they say, we step on toes without knowing just how huge those toes are, that was what happened to Anthony. This new found life of his had cost him a lot. At that time, he and Agnes were at loggerheads already, hating on each other but then deep within, he knew that she loved him and all she wanted was for them to get back together. It was already too late for him to turn back now as this time, even if he called out to the Lord, only the devil would answer because the little dance he had with the devil had cost him forever. Martins senior passed away from his illness and the day of reckoning had surfaced, everyone they hurt, every toes they stepped on were after them for their pound of flesh. Anthony had fall in as a result of greed and fame he was seeking. He received the text from a strange and surprisingly untraceable number, the simple message scared the hell out of him but after some days and nothing happened, Anthony had a concert. He went for it, leaving his family open and vulnerable, he left his den. He had just dropped off the microphone when he was called urgently, he sped home like a mad man. His vanity had caused him to loose his soul. Agnes was in the pool of her own blood, the bastards took their time with her, her two eyes were gorged out. Eight stabs with a dagger the doctor had discovered, it was the one to her heart that had finished her off. Luckily, she hid the little boy in the attic, hence they could not find him. Her last words still rang in his ears like a mobile judgement, "I love you ",she had said before giving up a ghost. It was all his fault. That same night he took his son and left that house, never to show up again. It was at this time that he discovered what he had done to himself, Martins had given him wealth but he had loopholes around protection. He buried his wife and retired to profits from some of his assets as he also lost properties during the time. Music had destroyed him, and he was not going to let it ruin his son as well. He looked at Mikey who listened to him with rapt attention, the boy was right though, he could not let Bella get caught in the ceasefire, he had to save her. Mikey already suggested taking her far away and that he knew would be the best for her, Jay Martins would be the destruction of her so they needed to act fast before everything went out of hand. 

Sitting in his room after hearing everything from his father got Mikey thinking. For some reason, he did not hate his father but instead, he channeled his anger to Jay and his cronies. He was a Martins after all. It was his step sister he was worried about, her mother was gradually fading away, barely hanging on to the hope of seeing her daughter. How everything changed overnight, he had not a single idea, he only knew that he was going to move his sister very far away from the mafia Lord. He worried about her, he was aware that she was undergoing private lessons which was organized for her by the Martins to prevent her from seeing the world obviously. The guy was already obsessing over her, and he wanted no more of that. He had known that his father had been haunted all this while but he never knew that this had been the case, if only his father could understand. Music did not ruin him, greed had destroyed him and he made a mental note to secretly pursue his dreams. He would not end up like his father, he was going to be better. That's when he decided to call his boss. "Hi Diego... ",he began. The only one who supported his dreams and pursuit in the industry, who was seemingly the only one he could rely on. 

Surprised right, yes it was that Diego, Bella's Diego. 

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