Novels by Jenika

Ayla’s POV “Get her out, now.” Shuffling feet approaching got my eyes opened again. I had barely slept, maybe just dozed off a bit. A man towered over me, looking straight in the eye before leaning down to pull me up. “What are you doing?” I struggled against his sinew arms on mine “Let go.” He suddenly let go and I fell to the bed with a thud. “Get up and get out.” “What is this? Who are you anyway?” I glared at the ma from before that instructed me to eat and then leave. Was he the one who saved me from Pablo? Why then was he acting so strange? “Get her out then.” He turned to leave as he ordered the same man again. “Wait.” I got down hastily from the bed, my feet almost tangled in the sheets before reaching him. “Do on touch, talk from a distance.” His voice was ice cold and I wondered why he saved me when he was just going to be so rude and throw me out again. “Who are you?” “What sort of a ridiculous question is that? After latching so tightly to me, I expect you would

Ayla’s POV Where was I? I could barely remember anything, my memory took a pause at the time I was saved by an unknown man from Pablo and my head ached from trying to recall what had happened after that. I tried to get up but my limbs were weak, it was like I had been sedated and I could barely control my body to move. I opened my eyes to a luxurious view of dropping chandelier of rather expensive cut. Where was I? I tried turning my head to look around and I noticed that it was definitely not my room and definitely not Michael’s, so I was not anywhere near home. Was I kidnapped? That was very unlikely because I felt way too comfortable in the feather like bed to have actually been kidnapped. “It is about time you woke up. After ruining my evening and scattering my plans you do not deserve any more sleep than you have already gotten.” A thick voice welcomed me followed by a handsome man with muscular build. He did not look familiar in any way but his facial features made my head ac

Pablo’s POV There was still no call from Gunner, nothing to indicate that he had survived but I was sure he had. He has faced worse and he conquered them all. An abrupt shooting spree was nothing he could not handle. I just needed to focus and keep my head in the game. Smith pushed the steel doors open and walked in sluggishly, panting heavily before flat of an armless sofa. He was too weak to be of any use to me, he was just a waste of space but I needed bait, a worm to catch the stubborn fish from the water and he seemed like the only willful option if he would agree. “Smith, come over.” I ordered and watched him sluggishly drag himself off the chair and shuttle towards me. “We need to get them to come after me again. You are gonna be the bait and you ain’t gonna complain or say a word out of the context, here or there.” “A bait? That will not be possible. I cannot be a part of your bullshit plan to sabotage innocent lives.” He yelled back at me, suddenly revitalized “They are

Ayla's POV He seriously only thought about himself and he even had the guts to admit it so blatantly. I hate him so much, so fucking much. What does he take me for anyway? Keeping me in the dark is going to keep me safe, total bullshit. Pablo will still come for me, I have heard of his numerous killing escapades and he is definitely not going to let me be if he realizes I am still alive. There's only one way to it; though two actually I choose the one that helps me show Michael just how ruthless I can be. He thinks I am just a little girl that he can toss around well he will just have to see, the hard way, that I can survive in the wild. "Ayla, there you are. Michael came looking for you...What happened?" My mother ranted off, immediately I walked in I stomped off from her presence and shut the door to my room. "I am going to show you Michael, that I can do just what you are doing." I vented out my anger, tossing some needed clothes and accessories into my bag. I arranged a boot

Pablo’s POV“Take him down, gunner!” I yelled. It was a raid, a bloody raid that I had not seen coming and it was not Torrance this time, the Vikings never worked like this. They were always to afraid to take a bold move, not to talk of a move as daring as this one.I could not wait for his response neither could I see him finish off the intruder, he would report himself to me. I shielded myself out, the intruder had used a Sub machine Gun and while his attacks were not directed at a particular target, he just shot as much as he could, all round.I passed through the back door, using the stair way that led to an empty underground garage. I got into my car and drove back home. On my way out, I saw the bodies of my soldiers lying outside the warehouse. The intruder had killed them all silently and it had happened during the call. They plan to take Kathie, get their friend and keep me on the losing end. This was not the work of the Vikings, they definitely had a greater help else, they w

Ayla’s POV He was a lunatic. How could he even think of cutting off my limbs to send to my parents? I did not even want them getting involved in this because of my disobedience. “You cannot try it. Smith will not allow it.” I yelled at him, trying to conceal my emotions. He burst out in a maniac laugh, lolling his head back and forth continuously. “You are really feisty. I like that. But I’d like to see Smith try. Gunner, hit her up.” He stared at me and took a sip of his drink, then a long drag to take it down. The heavily built man that had kidnapped me earlier walked towards me, swinging a mallet as he closed the gap between us. I shook in fear, and almost peed on myself when a phone rang in a distance. It sounded so distinct as I could only hear Gunner’s footsteps approaching me. Suddenly, he paused and walked over to Pablo; “Torrance.” He simply said to Pablo, who collected the phone and answered the call. It was a video call.Pablo’s POV“Perfect timing, I was just about

Inside the surveillance room, warden Lee took his seat in front of the monitors while Nash stood motionless beside him.“What did you say you could do for me again?” Warden Lee asked the inmate that approached him out of nowhere.“I could make you happy,” Nash answered.Warden Lee smirked, “What do you know is happy?” he asked.“I-” he was cut off.“First, how can you make me happy?”Nash was sweating on his hands, “I will, I will give you a blow job.”Warden Lee was left speechless, however he couldn't show any emotions as he was wondering what gave this jughead the nerve to approach him at first.“Okay, I see you. For what?”Nash shook his head, “Nothing. I just admire you from afar,” this time he was able to look the warden into his eyes just to add spice to his lies.And really warden Lee couldn't wait to see what this small rat has in store.“Alright, get on your knees and move closer,” warden Lee commanded.Nash breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't really hard to convince the wa

Inside Nash's cell, he mounted his bed and scooched closer to the wall. His hands were shaking since he collected the paper from the pretty officer.Not cold or the weather, he was really anxious about...nothing.He threw a glance at Abuelo, he was reading a book on his bed.Then he inhaled and opened the paper. What? His face squeezed together as he read the note.What the fuck is he asking him to do? Impossible, fuck.Yes, in the past he took on this job only because he wanted to support his sister in Worcester but now that his sister went missing a long time ago, this job makes his skin crawl.Fuck! He squeezed the paper and leaned his head on the wall, this would be hard to do.“Fucking mama,” he muttered to himself.Why would he even tell him to do this?“Uh, did you talk to me?” Abuelo sniffled his mucus filled nostrils.His voice was heavily clouded with catarrh.Nash gritted his teeth as he looked at the old man.“No bitch! Why would I want to talk to a limpy man? Tsk.”Abue

CEO Connor then turned to Lewis.“I need solid evidence that this man was with you that night.”Somehow, Lewis saw this coming, but he was not afraid because no matter what, they can't lie or hide forever. “How about we bring Chun Li? He was the master planner of this scheme,” Lewis threw CEO Connor a glance.“No, we are not bringing forth another inmate. Ten officers suspended their work for you,” he exhaled, “I told you what will happen if you don't succeed in this.”The officers had to sigh, they now looked pissed off that their boss had to listen to Lewis. CEO Connor turned to them and said, “Thanks for your time, you can go back to your duties.”They soon dispersed, leaving only Lewis, officer Viviette and the CEO in the mess hall.Officer Viviette jumped down from the table and cleared her throat. Really, she had been seated there because she thought she would recognise the officer but it didn't work out and now they had to find another way to clean this mess. Clearly looking,

Officer Viviette didn't waste a second to head to CEO Connor's office, she was over the moon but she tried hard to hide it, though the little blush on her face gave her out.Bringing her to ask herself, was she happy because Lewis wasn't her attacker or that fair justice will be served?“When did he say this?” CEO Connor asked.“Not too long ago.”“Officer Viviette, you went against my order. Didn't you get my message?” CEO Connor asked, his face was void of any emotions.“But we were about to execute the wrong man, aren't you happy that we didn't make this big mistake?” “Happy?” he sighed, “All of them are equal.”But officer Viviette disagreed with that, she inwardly shook her head. Even though those prisoners have been termed as harmful people, she couldn't say that for Lewis. She always has a strange feeling when it comes to him and after this she should privately look into this matter.“We will reinvestigate the case again, and if it turns out that the original trial was wrong,

~DR ward, Chicago prison~An officer in charge of DR inmates dragged Lewis in his oversized white pants. Yesterday, after he was sent to the DR [death row] ward, they provided a new uniform for him, specially made for DR inmates. It was a white bogo vest with ‘DR’ engraved on the back, and oversized pants with a rubber white sandal.The belief is that dressing in an all white uniform will get them to recognize their sins and repent before execution.Now, there was no smile on Lewis's face as the officer took him to the viewing room.It was a large overhead pond with lots of colorful fishes in it. Lewis stood there for a minute and got bored real quick, not that the view interested him but then his eyes fell on one of the windows lining up at the opposite second floor.Someone was peeking out of it and he could see the person.Officer Viviette.She raised her index finger to shush him, silently telling him not to talk.He gulped before throwing a look at the guard who stood on the exi

When she got to the office, she unlocked the door and stepped in. The heater was on, and immediately she felt the warmth, she had to lean her back on the door for a minute before exhaling heavily.Then she started rummaging her drawer for the key to the drug center. It was next door beside her. She found the key and stood in front of the door.Staff were not ordinarily allowed in there, the door is only opened every Saturdays to refill drugs or on days inmates were released and they would need them to sign a paper or on rare days death row inmates are to be executed like Lewis.She sighed before unlocking the door. The coolness of the placid room chilled her, and the white ambience added to the fresh smell of mint. They sprayed nontoxic substances to mask the smell of drugs.Immediately she went to the file holder and searched through. It didn't take time to find Lewis's file. She exhaled again, perhaps she should carry this to her office and read. They are yet to install a CCTV in h