Fear - II

Adrian brought the bag of cash home. It was not completely Out of the ordinary to bring a bag filled with her to his house. In the parking lot, he found a familiar Porsche which meant his sister was home.

He walked inside the house with James behind him. Almost immediately, Margaret ran to the foyer and straight into his arms.

She squealed the moment he caught her with a smile on his face, before Adrian twirled her around.

"Alright," Daphne called out, "let her down. I don't want her to vomit."

Adrian placed her on her feet before kissing his sister's forehead. "How have you been, Maggie?"

"Good," she chirped before pulling away, "come, Mama made pie."

Of course, she did. Their mother would do anything for her daughter.

Seated at the head of the table with his three family members at his side, Daphne served him the first piece before repeating The same process with Margaret and James.

Adrian ate first, followed by the rest of the people.

"What's in the bag?" Maggie pointed to the black leather bag that Adrian had mystically kept on the dining table. The glare that he received from his mother was enough for him to wince.

"Cash."

"Huh," she pulled the bag closer and opened it. No one stopped her because frankly, cash could be found anywhere in the house.

"Adrian," Maggie pulled out a note and two wads of cash. "Check this out."

He took the note from her and checked the contents of it.

"Fake?!" He spat out the word. "James check numbers on the banknotes."

He was already comparing two and pulled out even more. "Shit, they are fake. All of them are the same!"

"Fuck!" Adrian roared. He got up from the table and dialed a number on his phone. He rattled off the address and gave the command. Man wanted alive.

He paced in his office. The man had somehow managed to give him the slip and he did not even pay fucking attention to it. He should have checked it.

"Who wrote the note?" He asked after a while. Someone had opened the bag or knew what the bastard had done.

"They are checking the footage." James answered. "Any moment now."

"And the man?"

"Halfway to wales but would be here by nightfall."

Good, that was good.

he was definitely going to set an example with this one. No one would ever think of giving him a slip like this again. He had dared to commit fraud and he was going to make sure that generations would remember what would happen if they did something like this again.

A ping was heard and Adrian looked over. James was already checking his phone.

"So? Who was it?"

James turned the screen to him. "Joyce O'sullivan."

Adrian frowned, "her?"

"Yes. It appears that she was in the hallway, using the toilet when I threw the back in front of an outside. She checked the bag, compared the bank notes and left you a good hearted note of warning."

"Huh." Adrian stared at him. She did? "I guess I owe her something now."

James tried to hide his smile but failed. "It appears you do."