Saint is sitting in a dark corner of the club. He is watching everyone dance, drink, speak to each other, but he sits down and drinks from his glass. He is here because he has gotten a job, his first since he came to New York. He hasn't worked in a long time and it's because he has been bent on helping his brother to find the people who killed their parents and little sister. Now he has gotten bored and he checked through his requests and by mere coincidence, he found out that someone in New York wants to take out a target here. It's convenient for him. He doesn't have to travel to get the job done. He is not taking the job because he is in need of the money, he is taking the job because he has become bored. Like most of his jobs, he hardly works with names, he likes to keep his targets nameless. His client on the other hand, has also chosen to remain nameless too. For some weird reason, Saint is not here for the target, he is here for the client. Most times, when clients want to

Saint had fallen asleep without even eating last night. He has been very much engrossed in finding as much as possible about James Jackson, that he fell asleep with his laptop by his side. He wakes up with a banging headache and the sound of the doorbell trying consistently going off. He kicks the blanket off himself, thank God that he is still clothed, so he goes to answer the door. His anger only intensifies when he sees Adriana Sanchez standing at his front door with a huge grin, two cups of coffee, and some croissants. “You've got to be kidding me,” he mutters as he rubs his eyes. “Mister Saint, hi.” She keeps the smile on. “Adriana Sanchez, what are you doing here? Don't tell me that my brother gave you my address!” “He didn't, I found it out myself,” she looks down at her feet. “Are you going to allow me to come in? Looks like you just woke up, but no worries, I brought you some coffee!” “What makes you think that I want your damn coffee?” He squints with displeasure.

Adriana is very excited for the date that she is going to have with James Jackson. She puts on a very seductive blue dress. It has a high slit and also barely gives her cleavage any covering. This is the perfect dress because she knows that it's going to distract James, while she carries out her mission. Afterwards, Saint Carter will have no other choice but to give her the information of the anonymous partner. On the bed, Jasper sits down as he glares at her. She is sitting by the mirror applying makeup to her face. He had tried to get her not to go, but she stood her ground and there is nothing he can do about it. He has been ignoring her and working on his laptop, but now she has put on one of her most seducing gowns and he can't believe that she is wearing it to see another man. “Adriana, why are you doing this?” He asks. *I told you that you can leave your grandfather's company. My father is going to make sure that you get a good job.” “And I've told you before, Jasper, I

The sound of James’ gun going off leaves them shaking like leaves. Adriana turn around to make sure that they are not hit, but she sees Tina holding her abdomen and her fingers are tainted with blood. “Don't stop, go!” She yells at them. So they keep running until they get into their car. Thankfully, Jasper came in a cab, not a personal car. He takes the key from Adriana and jumps into the driver's seat. Tina shuts the door after Adriana, she is getting weak from the gunshot. “Fucking James Jackson! I am going to make sure that he regrets this! I am going to call the police!” Jasper mutters. “Hey, you got out well and alive. You don't know how dangerous that guy is, so I will advise you to just walk away.” Tina warns. “This never happened, you will be lucky if he doesn't come for you.” Jasper and Adriana looks at each other they have no recovered from the trauma that the encounter of James has left them. Jasper head has cool down now. He wasn't thinking straight before, but no

Jasper doesn't know what to think of this. Andrew is the last person that he would expect to see at his dad's house. He looks around, waiting to see if the grand guest is here, but no, it's just Andrew. “What the fuck is going on?” Jasper snorts as he looks around. “Do you have a new gig as a driver? Did you drive my parents’ visitors here?” Andrew cocks his head with amusement on his face. This makes Jasper appear even more irritated. “Ahh, Mister Carter!” His father appears at the door and shakes Andrew's hand with so much respect. Andrew just stands by the side, wondering what's happening. “We have been waiting for hours! You came alone?! That's very unusual for a big man like you!” His father and Andrew are laughing as if they have known each other for a long time. Jasper is about to correct his father and tells him that he is wrong. Andrew is not a ‘big man'. His father leads Andrew into the house and he turns around to caution Jasper with anger. “How did you stand ther