Jake’s boots made crunching sounds as he walked on the gravel stones and stepped on dry grass and branches. It was a cold night that he’d rather spend under the covers in his wife’s embrace.“Where are they?” He asked sharply.“Behind the tool shed, boss,” said Darius, one of Orlando’s boys.He followed the bodyguard to the location where the four arsonists were being kept. They were on their knees and bloodied. Their kegs of gasoline were piled together in one corner.“So, you are the idiots that tried to burn down my factory tonight?” He asked them coldly.“We didn’t know this place belongs to you,” said one of them. His left eye was swollen shut and the right one was barely open. He was bleeding from every orifice on his head.“Who sent you here? Wait, let me guess, Rex?”“Yes, sir. It’s him!” Said another one with a bloody m

“This is your little brother, Vicky. His name is James Aoki Turner.” “He’s ugly!” “What! Apologize to him right now.” “Why?” “Because that was a very disrespectful thing to say.” Victoria shrugged nonchalantly. “He didn’t hear me. He’s asleep.” “Apologize anyway,” Jake insisted. “Sorry,” she grumbled. “Can I go now?” Jake glared at her. Victoria used to be such a sweet child. When did she become like this? “Please, take her home,” he said to her nanny. “Will you come home for dinner today?” Victoria asked him. “No. I’m spending the night here with James and Meg.” “Again? You’ve been here for three days already. I’m tired of eating alone!” “One more night of eating alone won’t kill you. Go home. Goodnight.” She stomped her feet angrily and marched away. Nanny gave him an apologetic look before hurrying after the angry child. Jake shook his head, wondering where he’d

“How did it go?” Meg asked Jake as soon as he arrived home.“Not too bad. It could have been worse,” he replied coolly. He didn’t want to get into the details with her because he didn’t want her to panic.“Did the supervisor figure out how the machinery came loose?”“Not yet, but he will. The police and the OSHA are on it too. Where’s my son?”“In his bedroom, sleeping.”“And Victoria?”“Who knows?”He sighed and went in search of his children. James was indeed asleep in his crib while Victoria was busy in her playroom, tidying up her toys.“Oh, that’s nice. You’re cleaning up your playroom.”“Hi, Daddy! When did you get back?” She asked and hugged him.“Just a few minutes ago. Are you done for the day?”“Not really. I want to give these toys to Celine.&

Jake watched with horror as the armed men marched toward his vehicle with guns aimed at it. If they unleash more bullets on the car, it was only a matter of time before the protective shield caved in under pressure.Meg and Victoria were crouched behind the front seats and they were crying with James now. Jake hated feeling so helpless but there was nothing he could do but sit there and pray for a miracle.“Do something!” Meg screamed at him desperately. “They’re going to kill us.”“I don’t have a weapon with me in here. Let’s just hope that someone shows up to save us.”Just then, something caught the attention of the armed men and they began to fire their bullets into the distance. The one closest to the driver's side got hit in the head and fell down.Bullets were flying back and forth and the assailants began to drop to the ground like dead flies. Jake couldn’t see who was taking them

“We’ll keep him in our custody until he talks,” said Detective Fred. “and even if he doesn’t, he’ll still be charged with attempted murder.” “Sounds like music to my ears,” Jake drawled. “How did you manage to subdue him?” “I didn’t, my wife did.” “Wh-what?” “I was just as speechless when I saw her in action. Imagine my awe when I discovered that I’ve been married to a grandmaster of martial arts all this time.” “Wow…” Detective Fred was impressed. “Don’t make it sound like a big secret,” Meg laughed. “You never asked me if I knew martial arts and I never spoke of it because it wasn’t a big deal.” “What level are you, ma’am?” Detective Fred asked her. “9th Dan Black Belt,” she replied smoothly. “Holy cow,” the detective breathed and Jake whistled. “You won the jackpot, Turner.” “Thanks, Fred,” Jake chuckled. “I think at this point, we need to arrange for more secur