My heart sank as I shut my eyes and opened them in pure disbelief. Archer was back with the Enforcer’s Sister?! I thought that after his disappearing act last Christmas till the new year, it was over between them. I had given the little bitch some form of immunity because she was Mark's little sister, Mark had just died, and I believed Archer was doing her out of misguided loyalty to his late friend. But now, seeing them together, letting her meet Victor Donovan, it shattered my hopes. ‘No, it couldn't be true. It must be a mistake, a misunderstanding,’ I thought to myself. But the evidence was right in front of me, with every gesture, every glance, the way Archer touched and looked at her made me feel like I was witnessing a nightmare. When he kissed her again, I couldn't bear to watch. I turned away, unable to stand seeing him treat her the way I deserved to be treated. The pain and jealousy gnawed at me, and I tried to hide my emotions, but it was too much to bear.My mind was a w

After walking for an extended period, I stumbled upon a secluded part of the woods where the ground gently sloped down to the water's edge. I dropped the bags and decided to take a swim to cleanse the blood and the aftermath of sex.After the refreshing swim, I dried off and changed into a more comfortable outfit – a thick turtleneck top paired with blue jeans. Opting for different ankle-high boots. Settling down, I decided to rummage through my mother's things. Among my mother's belongings, I discovered a lighter, which struck me as odd since she never smoked. There were also multiple credit cards and a substantial amount of one-hundred-dollar bills. As I pulled out her phone, I couldn't help but notice numerous missed calls from Victor Donovan, reigniting my frustration and anger.While browsing through her chats, I noticed an unsaved number that seemed to have regular correspondence with my mother. Intrigued, I began to investigate further, checking the frequency of calls and chat

The insistent ringing of my phone roused me from my sleep, and I tried not to disturb Adele as I reached over her to grab it from the nightstand. Slipping out of bed, naked, I walked into the hallway leading to the living room. "Dad?" I answered the call. "Patricia has been found. She is dead," Victor Donovan's voice came through. "Damn it!" I cursed, running my hand over my face and through my hair. "Jessica?" "She's on the run. I had hoped she wasn't that far gone. She's completely unstable. Where's your girl?" he inquired. "She's with me," I replied. "Good. Keep her close," he advised. "She wouldn't dare!" I growled. "That's what I thought until I saw her mother's body. She killed her and a taxi driver. Watch your back, son. Let your men know to shoot her on sight," he warned. "I'm sorry about Patricia, Dad," I said, knowing that my father may not have genuinely cared for his late wife, but she was still his companion, albeit a short-lived one. "Thanks, son. I'm having her

"What the hell is wrong with you? Calling the cops to intercept the DEA?!" Victor Donovan growled at me as soon as he laid eyes on me."They are not real DEA, Mr. Donovan," the head of the precinct spoke up, and my father gave him a single glance, which silenced the older man. Paul Anderson was not a stranger to my father; he had been on his payroll since the day he joined the force. Many law enforcement officers were in his pocket, but my father preferred not to get caught, maintaining a squeaky-clean record for years."They are not real DEA, you say?" Victor Donovan repeated, seemingly unconvinced."They are, Dad. What Paul meant was that they weren't working for the government in this case. They came after Adele, and planted coke in the car, but it is my car. I am responsible," I explained, trying to clarify the situation."Who are they? Who are they working for?" He asked, his expression intense."They go by the name 'Agent X.' I will handle it, Dad," I said, holding his gaze."I'

Nestled in the driver's seat, concealed within the woods, I wrapped blankets tightly around my body, and beside me sat the gifts Mark had given me. The brand-new gun, fully loaded and primed for action, lay within reach, while the cash he provided, along with a carving knife, was securely strapped under the seat. The trunk of my car held a carefully packed collection of weapons, including grenades, rifles, shotguns, and tasers, items I had acquired and added over the course of several months.Knowing my attackers would anticipate my escape, fleeing as far away as possible, I recalled Mark's advice to be daring and unpredictable. Hunger gnawed at me, an aspect I hadn't prepared for. In the past, Mark had always taken charge in situations like this, knowing exactly what to do. Tears blurred my vision, and I wiped them away in frustration.'This too shall pass,' I repeated silently, trying to find strength amidst the turmoil. My thoughts drifted to my brother, and an ache of longing for