Jason couldn’t even remember how he got back to Montreau. Of course, he remembered asking Simon to explain exactly what he meant by “problem”. He remembered listening to his right-hand man and feeling overwhelming guilt of abandoning his own once again. He remembered Simon telling him that his flight was ready for him and he could even manage to remember the undelayed flight he had back. It was the little details that he couldn’t remember. Details of how the rain, which started just as he got off the flight without waiting for the car that was sent to him in his rush, had drenched him. Details of how he had seen nothing but the faces of his newborn children in his head throughout the long journey. Jason had no idea how he took the staircases in twos as he rushed to the nursery. He flung the door open but still had the consciousness of mind to quickly hold it so that it wouldn’t crash into the wall.He saw Celia rocking one of the babies while she jiggled the other one in his playpen.

Jason disconnected the call and looked at the door down the hall that Andrea stood in front of. Behind that door was that sick woman. That psycho. As Jason approached the door, Jason knew that his initial thought was not just a mere thought. He felt a chilling calmness under the bubbling lava of his anger. He knew that he could truly kill her first in his anger. He firmly tighten his metal hold on his anger as Andrea opened the door behind her. It was the sunroom and Jason hoped that the pseudo roof had been flipped back and Aria thrusted under the penetrating sun. She was exactly the way he pictured her when he opened the door. She was sunburned and furious too. The moment she saw him, she went berserk and started pulling hard at the restraint that had her tied to the hard cane chair that she was seated on. Jason knew that the roof would have been ricocheting with her words by now but there was a gag on her mouth. Her mouth was duct-taped. “Boss,” Simon said with the twin of Andrea

Aria got imprisoned. Jason didn’t believe that Heinrich had it in him and he had been waiting patiently like a snake poised to strike, for the moment when he would hear that she had been released. He did not believe it when Heinrich had police officers haul her out of Charlotte’s home on the day he got back from Seychelles. The man’s heartfelt promise to make sure that Aria pay for all she had done did nothing to alleviate Jason’s doubt and he sent his men to monitor the police and Heinrich’s activities regarding the case. It was not until Aria was sentenced to fifty years in prison despite all the antics of her bevvy of lawyers that Jason finally called his men off. Though he still felt that the sentence was not enough he was at least satisfied with the knowledge that the prune-faced woman would not go scot-free after all. It was months before he could finally sit face-to-face to have a real conversation with Heinrich. That was when he learnt that Aria had done more damage than anyo

“Are you saying that…” “That I want to have a hand in handling my grandpa’s business? That is about right” Millicent Dimitrios said with a small smile as she crossed her long, long legs in the chair opposite Jason’s. They were in his home office and it took effort for him not to gape at the self-assured young lady that sat in front of him. Had there been a speck of this confident woman in the girl he had first seen about five years ago? Jason couldn’t remember if the feisty female in front of him had been hiding underneath the scarred but brave girl that he had pulled out of the underground cell of her abductors back then or if she had grown her shell over the years. One thing was certain though. Anybody would think twice before trying to pull one over this girl…well, not much of a girl left in the curvy, womanly attributes in front of him now. Any would think twice before messing with her. But Jason was not any man. He was pissed as hell. Who did she think she was to just drop in

He had it again. After all this while, he had it again. And it was all her fault.Jason woke up in a pissy mood. The presence of the twins helped to reduce his dangerous aura but his shitty mood was back in the fold after he dropped them off at school. The children’s teacher must have noticed his morose countenance because her nervousness did not bypass Jason’s attention. He was sure that he had given off a wrong first-time impression to the petite, fluttery teacher but at the moment he couldn’t be bothered to care. His mood was black as he drove to work and all his dark thoughts were directed at one person. Millicent goddamn Dimitrios. That smart-mouthed little girl somehow seemed to transform into a hardcore, stranger all of a sudden. He swore fluidly as the headache he woke up with that morning flared and it seemed as if someone was doing the tango in his head. He had woken up panting hard. He had woken up sweaty. He had woken up with the dregs of panic and the smell of smoke in h