Ryker Hartley, a young boy full of life and vitality, was deeply scarred by the loss of his dearest dad to some ruthless crime boss he never knew or heard about, at the age of ten.
Because of the Hartley's family's legendary possession, he possesses- 'the Alex box'. (The Alex Box is a treasure trove that is said to contain unimaginable wealth for whoever possesses it. It contains, predominantly alexandrites, emeralds, a couple of glittering golds, and diamonds with scarcely a few other species of gemstones like onyx and rubies found in the Superstitious Mountains). Yes, history has it that there were irrecoverable treasures lost in there, but little did they know not all humans are very overt about their discoveries and achievements nor entertain the idea of clout chasing. This box was found and owned by Oakley D. Hartley, Ryker's paternal grandfather, and friends in the days of their youth. Back then, after viral news of many failed attempts by different search parties, Oakley, at the time, was seventeen-years-old. Would talk jokingly but persuasively about his plans to get rich in school and at home. Many of his friends would express their disapproval and boo him, some just disregard his obsession with "the shortcut to riches", as he would always pontificate about the point to his friends and classmates. "Listen, this ain't no joke." He'd say."I already killed the quest with plan A, and buried it with plan B, we just need to go claim victory with plan C."He carried on with this persuasion for months, his academic performance began to deteriorate with the thought of this dreadful journey to riches occupying the largest portion of his mind. But for some reasons, he never considered embarking on the "the shortcut to riches" journey alone. At last, he managed to convince and bring together some like-minded friends or acquaintances, about eight young men were assembled for this promising mission, together with himself, they were nine.Sedulously, with utmost discretion, they contrived on how to ace the expedition, without any of their parents' knowledge, as that may of course, forfeit the whole plan. And after the dangerous quest, they were fortunate to have toppled the jinx of the Superstitious Mountains, although only five of the participants survived with the goal.But they were still very morose about their deceased friends, who died in the course of "the shortcut to riches". They wouldn't share the contents in the trove yet, they planned on dividing it among themselves before announcing their success but how, and what to do with the share of the crewmen who died for the fruition of the expedition? Now a very ruthless and devious crime boss, Andrez H. Douglas, somehow heard about the uncommon good news. He summoned the five friends, and in all subtleness, demanded to be in possession as they were still young to handle such fortune. The friends were not convinced and made it known to him that they haven't decided what to do with it yet, moreover, they've got parents to handle it for them if that should be the case. But Andrez was not happy with them; he promised them he would get it by force and they would not be compensated at all.After the discussion,The surviving mates knew what was after them, and planned to hide well, the box from him.They devised an extreme measure to keep the box from becoming Andrez's possession, by demarcating a large lake waterbed, bucketing out the trapped water, and digging the earth real deep, right there they had buried the box. Perhaps a dumb move that had escalated issues, but that was the deliberated approach they could plan in desperation in the heated moment of the course. The teenagers' parents would know at last but the boys aren't opening up about where it was buried. Andrez felt disappointed with his constant threats that never seemed to bother the boys, and the futility of his men searching hard to lay hands on the Alex Box. So he commands his men to carry out an untraceable assassination on the boys and their families, (If he is not possessing the box, no one else on the face of earth will be worthy to claim it too). Oakley fled for his dear life in the middle of the night when his father was battling some intruders he wouldn't overcome, only for the morning to bring him the news of the death of his remaining conquest mates.Oakley had never been able to bring himself to retrieve the treasure, haunted by the guilt of the lives that had been lost in the pursuit of it. For days, weeks, months and even years, he lived miserably with ignominious guilt.The inevitable has come upon him, he became a man and was very devoted to his farming occupation that he, with his melancholic efforts, managed to raise above the echelons of peasants, so he could take very good care of the only child he had managed to have later in life, whose mother died after giving birth to him. He named him Alex, as he made it his belief that the boy is his own Alex Box, the buried chest is not for him. He painstakingly trained, chastised, and treated the boy with all he had, he'd walk him to school and leave his duty to go walk him home in the afternoon, many extreme measures to bring up a child he'd observe, every of his child's movements he wanted to know. He promised to give his reasons for perhaps being so overprotective by recounting his ever-biggest fatal mistake when he sees his grandchild. He gave up going by the lakeside, as he age faster with depression and consuming guilt.And later, when Ryker was born Alex was twenty-seven years old then when it was Alex's birthday that year, Oakley decided, it was time, he wanted to tell the story of his life to him and his infant grandson.They headed to the lake in Oakley's truck along with Evelyn Orton Hartley, Alex's wife, Ryker's mother. They sat by the lake once again as Oakley tells the sad tale of his life, Alex is not amused he'd heard pieces of the story as he grew up, he'd pieced them together, but it doesn't get this clear though. He was pleased with the treasure talk, as was his wife but he doesn't seem ready any time soon to do that insane task of draining a lake. Now, Old Andrez H. Douglas' mob is a well-organized crime empire, with his son in the outside-law game, together they were flourishing. They have eyes everywhere in Vornen city, outlying counties and the districts, and also connections outside their territory. At last, they knew where to find Oakley. That fateful day, Ryker's grandfather sang to infant Ryker in his arms outside their house, he looked up and sighted two all-black Escalades and a Van from afar, he never had visitors in years so to him, the imminent is easy to discern. He rushed in, gave the boy to his mother, and to get his son and his family to hit the road with enough financial assistance to settle somewhere else, buy a house and start a life. He knew someone in Indiana, one of his top-chain clients to which he distributes his farm produce. "They are going to be here soon, but I'll finish what I started. Just make sure when I go with them you leave with immediate effect because they will be back for you as I am not going to let them have the box," poking his son on the chest, "It is Alex Box. Take it or not, the choice is yours, but I'm not going to let them have it. Here, take this card, when you get to Indiana, introduce yourself. His name is Mallam Kyari Ahabad.You're a man now, plan your life." Those were Oakley D. Hartley's last words to his family. *******Ten years later, the son of the crime boss- Angel H. Douglas, now the new boss of the empire, very scholastic with the inherited malevolent principle of his father's empire wants to fulfill his father's last wish at all costs. Therefore, the plot continues with the next generation. Alex D. Hartley, who enjoys living the simple life he had inherited, always procrastinates when to go back and drain the lake; he forbade his wife from discussing anything about going back or the box itself. Content with his sales managing job at a general merchandise and superstore. Now, Alex is a man with no extra motivation and doesn't take anything far too seriously except for his firstborn son- Ryker Hartley [The MC]. His predictable routines were the commute from home to Ryker's school, from Ryker's school to his office, and the reverse again.Angel and his men in their convoy had approached him once to communicate their intentions. But Lo, Alex might be phlegmatic but the stubborn mind he inherited will never give in to threats. And until he was being threatened before he knew the value of the namesake box.So he held on to his conviction, he would not sell neither would he allow them to have it by any means. Unfortunately, those convictions earned him the cruel tier cessation. Well, Ryker has grown too fond of his dad when it happened, he was 10 years old by the time of his father's death. He knew no other mechanism to cope with the loss, he derailed from his inherent trajectory, growing very bitter with egotistical choleric vibes, he wanted to act like in the movies, and taking revenge is now his goal and ambition.Quit important involvements like schooling. But, seriously? A ten-year-old boy? Entertaining such murderous thoughts?That was what her mother thought and always advised him, reprimanded, and reassured him. "You can be a good boy, Ryker. And living with ambitions and growing successful is the biggest revenge you can take." She will say.But nay, Ryker cannot live without harbouring his original thoughts and motives. He is way too determined to be easily steered, he grows really worse and more toxic every year, taking out his anger on folks in the hood. He adjusted his temperaments so no one is allowed to break through the barriers. Not even his family can understand him; to buttress the point, he is not friendly even with his immediate family. (Once he stayed away from home to express unbridled bullying on the streets, he was known as the bully of the street urchins). He provoked the law enforcers several times and oftentimes lodged behind bars. But as a juvenile, he's still getting fair judgements. Not until Ryker was sixteen years old, that his fearless hectoring persona had seduced a teenage crime peddler who was expertly tactical with the bad boys' artifices. The notorious Emperor Jude, is capable of bringing him under influence, bringing him into the real game, only to expose his integrity to more consequences. But Ryker rather put his life on the line to extricate himself from the loop. With a thin chance of seeing the next sunrise, involuntarily he went on the adventure with his treacherous motives, and henceforth Ryker heeds to the still small voice, pursuing his passion and was acing the game as he makes new friends in the long run. But all these Ryker did under Angel's watch, while Ryker's mother, though sad with the death of his husband, knows not who the culprit is, but she was hoping for the day his son would grow up and man up to go for his father's possession. *Follow Ryker in his adventurous journey through life.*Ryker Neil Hartley, stood by the door to his room, dazed with terror. This is a 'Do or Die!' Nothing more, nothing less. No means of evasion, if he would not accept the deal, then he is accepting the worse! His fine boy physiques meant nothing if a bullet would violate his manliness, his cute diamond-faced shape distorted by the Glocks and pistols threatening his sanity in the comfort of his home. The perspiration is becoming real embarrassing, "This has to stop now, he wants co-operation and I'll give it." He said in his mind, as he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.Hesitantly, "Okay. Deal." He said with closed teeth, forcing a smile to make Jude feel relaxed... That is him. The typical tyrannical Jude.Do not argue with his point of view, and never! He never entertains questions about his choices of action. Ryk, Ryker, Rye. Call him whichever you fancy, he dislike it when people sever his dearest name but he's learned to cope with it.He very much knew who he wa
Suppose someone seems to care, and always showed up to lend you a hand, rescue you by any means possible, and understood your plights are worth being your friend, best friend even. As much as Ryker needed a friend irrespective of gender, since he had been mending his heart for better sane stability, and repressing the weaknesses of his temperaments to enhance his tolerance to fit in with the society's standards, He knew making friends would be necessary because leaving his past life behind had encapsulated him with a detestable life of boredom: not like when someone is feared and respected like the king of slave-masters. And talking of keeping friends, only a space for one he's got and it has been confiscated. Thereafter, no longer cared to create another for a myriad of reasons.Considering this inexplicable friendship aspect, Ryker's take on it was making it a medium of expressing his gratitude and reciprocating Jude's altruism. The thing is, but he never thought he would be im
Ryker should be ashamed, but for some reasons, he was boiling with terrific vexation as he had kept enumerating endlessly, what should stay as friends' confidentiality."Broke rascal, I wonder why you shouldn't consider that living on someone else's expenses by this stage of your life is a shameful thing." Jude expounded. "Yeah. Very!" A boy added sharply. Ryker knew for sure, he could get all offended right now but he'd lost the energy to pick on anyone, as he could sense a current of derision flowing through the arena, causing the atmosphere to grow heavy with contempt. He was weakened with undue rigor as stars of unprecedented demeanor woefully flash before his eyes."Maybe you did not realize," Jude kept on piquing himself and slaughtering his sanity with sufficient verbiage."But I'm sorry for your actively struggling mom, relentlessly catering for all three kids, she deserves a well matured, self-driven young man for a first child, to help ease the unanticipated burden of sing
His face lit up with delight as he heard his stomach rumble. Moving more swiftly than he would have expect himself to, in a matter of seconds, he was in the room, stripping off any unnecessary adornments and devouring the poor burger. Oh well, it should be happy it has got a precise, simple and predictable fate.As if being born into an unfriendly society isn't enough, unending contentions, oppression, and hostility unrelentlessly clawed at you.As he ate, he reflected on his life- the past and the present, unsure of what the future holds, he ruminated more anxiously.(Now he sees me as nothing but a damn pebble in his shoes, I'm not bothered about far worse things I could be to the world, but it hurts real bad from a friend, or anyone you undoubtedly build trust on.Because I remained unmoved and unyielding, I am a goddamn pebble?) He shook his head and hissed out loud.(I can only imagine what could happen for him to see me as a boulder then.)As he thought through his ordeal with
(Goshhh! What the F***!!!)His eyes shot up, aghast at Jude's callousness; as he began to experience the sick feeling of uneasiness all over again. "Come on man, you know I can't do that. Moreover, I am a pebble in your shoe, so why won't you get rid of me, you complained this much and yet won't give up chasing after me.""Bro I am already avoiding you, I urge you to do the same, so we let each other be?""Perhaps you find it hard to do just that, I am already trying to relieve you of myself, yet, you won't allow it" he said in a petrified and confused tone. He felt tempered again as the boys laughed like he was some stand-up comedian. Ryker tends to react to mockery like one who has a whole secondary heart with which they reserve animosity solely for retaliation.His choleric outbursts ignite when hold up to ridicule. In his world, he believes that no one in their right senses should crave or welcome any sort of pillory.He almost, impulsively pounced on Will, one of Jude's most a
Indeed, a supermom she really is, her task of motherhood with no reliable partner to render due support must not be easy with that of work, yet, she was inclined to bear the cross fate had jettisoned upon her. Since Ryker's father had vanished from the face of the earth or so he thought then. His state of curiosity leveled with that of surprise, when his pregnant mom had come to pick him up, an unusual occurrence in those days, back from school.She looked horridly disturbed, and forlornly heartbroken, although, the then ten-years-old Ryker is no mind-reader, he sure knew the blithesome woman that mothered him.On that fateful day his mom brought him home to the news that his father was still nowhere to be found. (Like seriously? A whole grown-up dad?) He thought, "But he is not an object, can a man be lost?" He asked his physically and emotionally fatigued mother who had lost all might and appetite since two days her darling husband went missing.That was unbelievable! Ryker has h
She retracted her shoulder while removing a small neat towel from it,Picking up the ice pack, and wrapped it with the towel, she gently placed it on his afflicted knuckles, bringing him to do the pressuring himself."I've got to go prepare dinner before it's too late." She said, He nodded apprehensively.She made to leave but then, stopped by the door, looked back, "Ryker." "Mom?" He jerked up his head to meet her gaze."You can talk to me, okay?" "And remember, Mom always love you." She consoled him with a big assuring smile. Ryker nodded with a strong sense of reassurance, as the door reunited with its jambs. He never stopped brooding over the biggest problem he had at hand for a while.He was ruminating on the best tactic to get Jude off his block, totally Alone once again, Ryker is back to his thoughts, back to his plight. The past couple of years, he had grown up to squarely face his problems, even though most of it he further messed up, but he never bought the idea of te
He felt deprived. And had become so mad and toxic that he confronted law enforcers who dared stand in his way, Ryker believed he feared no one.And that has got him frequent forceful free rides to the police station and occasions of detention. Twice have he been apprehended by Mr. Fred himself who was the most lenient on him, for he did nothing other than talk, talked, and talked so much that it would bore him. But what Ryker found most annoying, is that he would not realize his ears no longer retain voices he didn't utter; not that he'd tell him. No, he wouldn't even look at him, just sat there, staring blankly on the table that demarcated them, as he patiently waited for his departing hour to come. Though he had been excited when a text popped up on his screen, almost a year ago.It was from an unknown sender, which read, "Hi, it's Jane." "Jane Maureen?" He had texted back... Hoping he didn't guess wrong."Yes, got your contact from Robert, a week ago when I was home to prepar