Author: Ammar Habib
Publication Date: July 24 2014
It has been four years since Ethan Daniels stepped foot in Crown City. Four long years that he allowed everyone to believe he was dead and gone. But now he's back, and with a vengeance.
After the gruesome death of his adopted sister at the hands of a merciless gang, there is nothing he wants more than revenge. He can't sleep, he can't think; all he hears are her cries in his ears and all he sees is her death in his mind.
Ethan comes home to take on one of the world's most notorious crime lords in his bid for revenge, but he doesn't expect a reunion with Katrina, the girl he loved as a boy. After multiple re-encounters with her, Ethan's resolve begins to waver as he is forced to realize that he can't have both love and vengeance. Retribution exacts a price, and fate—well, she has plans of her own.
Standing outside of the apartment door, Eugene Hendricks searched his coat pocket for
his keys. He could never seem to find them, and being slightly drunk didn’t help the situation. After cursing several times, he finally pulled them out. The ceiling light above him flickered several times as he looked up and down the deserted hallway. Cursing his landlord, he unlocked the door in front of him and yanked open the creaking door.
Stumbling inside, he closed the door behind him. He’d planned on getting home earlier,
but he always seemed to lose track of time at the bar. As his right hand locked the door, Eugene looked at his recently bruised knuckles. For a moment he regretted breaking that kid’s nose this morning, but he had it coming. That punk needed to be taught some manners.
Carelessly, Eugene let his coat fall onto the floor. He took off his hat and tossed it
onto the couch before stumbling through the foyer and living room as he made his way to the bedroom, not bothering to turn on any of the lights.
But halfway to his bedroom, he suddenly stopped.
He slowly turned around and looked back into his kitchen. He could have sworn that he
saw something there. Maybe the alcohol was clouding his vision.
As he turned back around, a voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Your sins are catching up to you Eugene.”
He quickly whipped around and pulled out his pistol. A chill going up his spine as he
replayed the voice in his head. The voice was unfamiliar but before Eugene had time to think about it more, it sliced through the still air again.
Eugene quickly whirled around and leapt back as he stared at his intruder. The figure was covered from the neck down in a dark grey cloak that concealed his entire body. His head was covered with a hood and the shadow made it impossible to see his face.
The officer aimed his gun, but before he could pull the trigger, the intruder launched
a small knife that buried itself in Eugene’s hand. His gun fell to the floor as he let out an ear piercing shriek. With amazing speed, the intruder launched himself at Eugene. His gloved hand tightened around his victim’s throat as he slammed him against the wall, ignoring his cries for mercy.
Ethan’s face was only inches away now as Eugene eyes widened with fear. Ethan spoke
in an inhuman tone causing Eugene’s shouting to momentarily stop. “You’ve been taking bribes from the cartel. I want to know who’s been paying you off.”
Blood was dripping from Eugene’s wounded hand as he stammered out his response. “I-
I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. I—”
With his left hand, Ethan pulled out a long dagger and thrust the blade into Eugene’s
Eugene let loose an earsplitting scream, begging his tormentor to stop. “Please!” he cried
out. But his cry fell on deaf ears. Ethan slowly pushed more of the blade into Eugene’s leg and a stream of blood began to pour out of the gash. With tears now streaming down his face and blood staining his brown pants, Eugene’s cries turned into moans of agony.
“Tell me!” grounded out once again.
“Nicholas. His name is Nicholas Putin! For God’s sake, stop!”
Ethan released the pressure, but didn’t pull the dagger out. “Tell me where he is!”
Paralyzed by shock, Eugene shakily replied. “52nd...he’s somewhere on the corner of
and Cherry Street. H—he works that area.”
With a quick move, Ethan yanked out the dagger and put the bloody weapon back in its
sheath under his belt. His hand finally left his captive’s throat as Eugene let out a gasp of relief..
“I told you what you wanted. Please...let me go.” He stammered, hope gleaming in his eyes
There was a long silence before Ethan leaned closer bringing his face a hair’s breathe
away from Eugene’s. “You know I can’t do that.”
Ammar was born in Lake Jackson, Texas in 1993. His mother and father are originally from Pakistan, but moved to Tennessee in the mid 1980s and to Texas in 1990.
It has always been a dream of Ammar’s to become a published author and he is very excited about seeing that dream come true. Ammar enjoys crafting stories that are not only entertaining, but also have something useful to say to the reader.
Ammar presently resides in his birthplace of Lake Jackson, Texas. He lives with his family, all of whom are his biggest fans. He is currently working on continuing to advance his writing career, growing his marketing business, and getting his bachelor degree in Business Management from Brazosport College.