Pablo’s POV “Have a marksman skilled with a sniper watch him. He must not leave your sight. Have Joy continue to keep tabs on him, he is in for the worst. I put down the phone after disconnecting the call. My face reformed into an evil smirk that was followed closely by a hysterical laughter of hilarious anger. It was funny to think that a small boy like that would have the bravery to challenge me but annoying because he seemed to have more power. But it was only a matter of time before I capture him and his little pawns. “Now, I can sit and enjoy another bottle whiskey, maybe even a night with Kathie. I have seen her since she angrily left two days ago”Michael’s POV My phone chimed chilly on my breast pocket. I pulled it out and read a message from Torrance: [MESSAGE FROM TORRANCE: Meet me at Crescent Boulevard, the same place, same spot. No one should follow you or know of your whereabouts.] I chuckled at his message, it totally sounded like he was planning to kidnap me and t

Ayla’s POV It was scary and discomforting having to walk down such isolated narrow road, all by myself. Michael had walked me all the way to the last bend before letting me go. I clutched the flashlight in my palms more tight with my fingers pouring my fears into it to let it lead me through. It was just six pm, yet the road was dark and spooky, like light wasn’t penetrating into the alley due to the houses that squeezed into each other. Why think of living in such a place all alone, with a small child without any form of security? Anything could happen. I took a deep breath before letting myself descend from the top of the alley into an even darker path before turning to see a little building, awfully plastered sitting just at the end of the scary alleyway. It looked like a bungalow with not more than two room, including the living room and though it was practically inhabitable, I would agree that it was better than the one they left. Michael had instructed me to fix three cameras

Michael's POV I was just setting the table for Ayla's food when I noticed her move on the bed. I approached her. "Ayla, are you awake?" I asked to confirm I wasn't seeing things and then I saw her lips move. I moved closer to her, bringing my ears to her face but she wasn't saying anything anymore. Suddenly she grabbed my head, with a strength I never thought she would have, and pushed her lips to mine. I was stunned for a complete minute that I couldn't do anything but let her take control of my lips as she seemingly explores my mouth with her tongue. After some minutes, I got my act together and pulled myself out of her arms. She smiled in visible pain and fell back into oblivion, leaving me to brood about the bud of tender feelings she had just ignited in my desolated heart.~~~~~ It had been a couple of minutes since the romantic incident and I still couldn’t get my act together. My mind was twisted and my thoughts distorted, the only thing I could about was her soft, excit

Michael’s POV I had finally managed to shrug her off after countless minutes of thinking, just when my mind was accepting a fantasy of myself and Ayla, I was glad I finally remembered about the main reason this whole thing happened. I couldn’t possibly wait for her to get well before checking it out, so I opened my laptop and watched the recent recordings. There was nothing out of the ordinary till I noticed a lean figure move stealthily around the house to the back. The figure looked more like a man with minor muscular build, he poked his head into the shattered back door and slowly retreated from the house, turning into the alleyway before claiming off the walls. He had carried a sniper rifle with him, which was utterly suspicious. Did Lucille have so many enemies? What did she dabble in to cause such then? I couldn’t seem to get it. I set the laptop aside not disconnecting it from the camera as I still needed to monitor it. I would have gladly gone to bed, but if I did, Ayla wou

Pablo’s POV It was fresh news, a rather intoxicating one. I had been wondering where I might had once met Ayla Rodriguez when a load of good news landed. The time was few minutes past one, but dawn seemed nowhere in sight. Scott’s call got me started once again, his calls all seem to hold desirable news and the present one was as desirable as can be. “Jenie was sent to spy on Ayla and he had seen her sneak into a compound only to come out minutes after losing consciousness. But that isn’t the actual click, sir. The click right now is that Jenie did not follow Ayla’s savior after she collapsed, instead he went in to check just what had them sneaking around a person’s apartment at that time. He found it suspicious and stayed around…” “So, what’s the main news in that?” “He killed Anurag sir.” “Anurag? The Viking brother that had lost hope in ever conquering me and had at the time, ran away with Donovan?” I was shocked and confused. Was Anurag seriously dead? Why was he back anyway