Daniel and Christian had been invited to the DeVille's house for breakfast. They had been quite surprised when the invite came to them through a message from Fabio. Daniel was very reluctant, having intimate relationships with a family under investigation was a no go for him. He didn't want to be clouded by his emotions other than logical facts. And damn, that family was filled with good looking people. From the women and even to the men. And his very bisexual self cannot deal with such. Maybe that was the real reason he was avoiding that family. On the other hand, his partner and best friends were stoked to be invited to breakfast. They were anticipating the whole deal and even got themselves nice outfits for the very simple occasion. Daniel felt they were obviously doing too much. "Why do you think the suddenly invited us?" Daniel asked from the driver's seat as he started the car. Christian was beside him on the passenger seat and Fabio was at the backseat. They were glued

Kraig kept his eyes pinned on Daniel as he waited for his question to be replied. He had guessed that Wesley was not the real Damont because he jad lived with Wesley, he had seen for himself hkw troubled Wesley was. However, this detective who only knew Wesley's corpse had been abke to guess that kt wasn't the reak Wesley. Indeed, Kraig's interest was piqued. However, the man he asked a question djdnt seem like he was able tk give an answer. Kraig had noticed the look of concern his friends had been throwing to him whixh made hkm wonder if the man was sick some where. In actuality, this was the first time his focus was oinned on Daniel. Rhe people he had his foxus on before were Christian and Fabio. He liked how comely christian seemed. He liked the calmness in him and how he seemed like the one who was abke to clam a storm. As for Fabio, it was mainly because he had been there when Wesley died and as such, Kraig fekt a weird familiarity to him. But Daniel was different. He w

Camille was frowning at her daughter who stood on the kitchen aisle with her. After she had showed her face in Wynn's room, Camille had dragged her by th ears and brought her to the kitchen. Wynn jad bee yelling ad asking her to stop but Camille fekt that she was the one who gave birth to Leah and so she could scold her daughter anyhow she feels. Leah was still dressed in her clubbing attire and as she stood in the kitchen aisle, she had hee head bent down. The alcohol was still in her system and it wasn't reflecting itself through rage but rather humility. Creepy to say the least. "Where were you?" "I heard you say thst you saw me keave for the club, so why do you still ask?" Camille growled, "what is your problem?!" She yelled, "why are you ruining things for me? I am trying to get you annamsing life but you intend on ruining it with your fucking stupid bullshit". "How is living my life bullshit?" "What jf you get pregnant?" Camille asked, "what are you going to do?" "I'

Juan sat in the questioning room, there was a deep frown on his face, not only because he was sitting in a confined room alone, but also that his stomach was rumbling. He has not had dinner before he was brought out of the house. He was angry and starving. Finally the door opened and christian walked inside. He was sort of grateful that it was the cool one that came in and not the other one. He watched how Christian sat down onbte opposite side of the table as they began to stare at each other in silence. Christian broke the eye contact with a smile. "I know you're…" "I'm not saying anything without my lawyer" Juan said. Christian had exoected such reaction, "yourethere fir two reasons; one to help us with this murder case and then then two is because you had aided the kidnapping of Wesley Damont. And I dojt your lawyer can help considering you admitted to the crime yourself". Juan's frown deepened. Seeing that his mouth had been seaked shut, Christian smiled and then cont

Griffin stormed into the house fuming wurh rage. He hadn't been at home all day, busy wuth work and his own personal life as well. Apparently, though they had gotten for themselves some investors, they still needed to put in some work to keep those investors. He recognized Juan's efforts but he needes him to put in some more. At times like these, he wished his brother were here. And that was when he was reminded that his brother was currently suffering in jail. And then he got a phone call that his nephew had been arrested. "You had been arrested?!" He roared as he knocked down Juan's bedroom door. Juan was akready drifting into unconsciousness, "what is this?" He asked as he allowed his eyes adapt to the light pouring in from the hallway. Griffin walked to the bed and yanked the duvet away from Juan, "you were arrested?!" Juan wrapped his arms around his body as he felt the cold carress his skin which was abruptly in contrast to the heat he had been enjoying. Juan finally got