Salvine International Airport private hangar, 11:20 AM...
After six long months and a few days of incarceration, alongside limited communication, strip searches, mandatory routines and, worst of all, poor als, Desmond was beyond thrilled to be called a free man.
Compared to the slightly chubby and confident man who was arrested more than six months ago, he seed to have lost a lot of pounds. He appeared gaunt, with a noticeable lack of vitality. He also exhibited a guarded deanour, reflecting the trauma of his incarceration.
Matt, on the other hand, was the complete opposite of his younger brother.
Aside from a few bruises on his face, which were inflicted on him for bad mouthing the prison chief warden before his release, Matt was looking way healthier, physically sound and emotionally stable than Desmond.
Hardened to the core, Matt reflected an icy, lethal and defiant aura, potent enough to scare the hell out of anyone.
His incarceration seed to have made him numb to the pain and suffering his actions caused.
There was no iota of remorse in his expression. Rather, he wore a murderous look on his face and a bold tattoo of dusa on his left upper arm.
Matt stared down at the so-called security n who had travelled with them all the way to Salvine city.
Even though they had been declared free n, Matt and Desmond were still compelled to wear handcuffs all through the flight. They were denied their basic human rights, aside from their freedom of speech.
Although Desmond seed cool with the unfair treatnt, eager to reunite with his family, Matt never stopped hurling insults at the officers.
However, all his tactics at provoking them failed miserably.
"So how long are you going to keep us in this cuffs, Officer dickhead?" Matt scowled at the officer sitting closest to him, wishing he had a gun so that he could put a bullet through the officer's head. "It's been fifteen minutes already since we landed, and you won't let us out of this hell hole."
"We will set you free once your brother arrives." The officer replied coldly without sparing Matt a glance.
"I think he's here." Desmond, who had been silent all this while, finally blurted out, his sunken eyes widening in excitent as a fleet of cars entered the private hangar.
One of the officers looked through the window and confird Desmond's claims. "I think the senator is here."
"Finally! The fool arrives. Get out of these cuffs so that I can give him a warm embrace."
"Hmm...." The lead officer rose to his feet, flexing his muscles, his gaze vicious as he stared at Matt. "Rember, it's a six-month probation. You are not completely a free man. If you step out of line again, I'll be more than happy to escort you back to prison, and this ti around,, there will be no rcy."
"Oooh... I'm scared officer dog shit." Matt taunted, daring him to do his worst.
"Brother, please, just stop all of this." Desmond clasped his cuffed hands, the tals rattling. "We are ho now. Let's not make trouble anymore with the kind officers or Big Brother. I don't want to go to jail again. I want to see my Harriet and our..."
"Shut up, Desmond before I shove my foot up your ass." Matt bellowed at his younger brother, causing the latter to flinch.
"Enough!" The lead officer barked at Matt before turning his attention to his subordinate. "Get him out of this plane."
"With pleasure." One of the officers drew out his gun and pointed to Matt. "Stand up and move out slowly."
Matt let out a wicked chuckle. "I dare you to pull the trigger if you have the balls."
"Matt!" Desmond cried out.
"Don't worry, little brother, he is just bluffing." A devilish smile curled up Matt's lips.
"You, move." The third officer backed at Desmond pointing his wooden truncheon at him.
Desmond wasted no ti jumping to his feet and hurrying toward the door while intermittently turning his head back to look at his stubborn brother.
"I will give you until the count of three to get your sorry ass and leave this jet right now, otherwise, I will..."
"What! Shoot ? Go ahead." Matt finally stood up, adrenaline pumping in his veins. "How about I count for you? 1, 2, 3....shoot asshole."
The second officer removed the safety of his pistol, in readiness to dent Matt's body. But he's commanding officer stopped him, collecting the gun from him and putting back the safety.
"You see... you've got no balls..." Matt scoffed slowly, making his way towards the door like the arrogant fool that he was.
The second officer was practically restraining himself from punching Matt in the face. The only person standing between him and Matt was his commanding officer, whom he respected a lot.
"Let him go." The commanding officer patted the second officer on the shoulder. "He's a dead man walking. This I know for sure. People like him don't survive the outer world."
Outside the jet, Senator Gregory Shawls' head of security, alongside other ard bodyguards, were already waiting to receive them.
Desmond's cuffs were taking off by the officer behind him. This was followed by a brief exchange of greeting formality between the head bodyguard and the officer.
"Welco back, Mr Desmond Shawl. I'm the senator's head of security. Please co with ." The senator's head of security's polite tone was in complete contrast with his frigid gaze.
"What about my brother? Didn't he co here with you?" Desmond demanded, slightly saddened by the sowhat hostile welco.
"I'm afraid I can't answer that question, sir. Please co with ."
Desmond carefully observed the heavily ard security guards standing behind this man before nodding in compliance.
"One more question, where are you taking us?"
"The senator's mansion for your welco ho party." The senator's head of security replied dryly while gesturing to the last SUV. He watched Desmond obediently follow his direction while he waited for Matt.
Matt stepped out of the jet next, climbing down the stairs with so much arrogance and authority. At the base of the jet stairs, he extended his cuffed hand to the officer with the keys.
"Do your f*cking job, asshole." Matt sneered at the officer, who ignored his insult and calmly took off his cuff.
"Now get lost before I punch you in the face," Matt growled like a Mafia kingpin.
Again, the officer said nothing as he climbed up the stairs in readiness for their departure.
Matt scowled at the entourage of ard security personnel who had co to escort him ho. He smiled grimly to himself as he barked.
"Gregory, stop being a whim and co down from that car." Matt pointed to the black tinted Bentley, knowing how much his brother loved that particular car.
"Mr Matt, the senator will not be..."
"Shut the f*ck up," Mark yelled at the senator's head of security pointing a finger in his face. "You better get out of my face before I hurt you."
A smirk curled up the side of the senator's security head's face. He moved closer to Matt until they were standing eyeball to eyeball, daring him to take a swing.
"Mr Matt, you can either co quietly with us or you return back to the prison where you rightfully belong. Your choice."
Matt could hear soone jingling the hand cuff behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know that it was the dented officer trying to get on his nerves. He gritted his teeth and clenched his jaws in anger.
Without his n and secret backup, he was completely powerless amid all these ard n. And going back into that plane might be the end of him, considering how much he had provoked that officer.
Swallowing his trampled pride, Matt said in a defeated voice.
"I will make you regret this." He brushed past the head of security, following the directions of the arm bodyguard.
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