Jack's eyes narrowed in suspicion, as he saw the girl trying to deflect his question. She flashed him a disarming smile before declaring;"Me…? Nothing at all!" But once again, her sentence was punctuated by her stomach rumbling audibly, giving away the fact that her nonchalant approach was nothing more than an act.Jack asked again, softening his tone;"Are you hungry?" The girl's face had gone beet red by now, and she just smiled awkwardly, before responding with a hesitant "maybe." "Why? Haven't you eaten anything since the morning?"The girl was natural quite eager to divert attention from this topic, and tried to dismiss it as she jumped up, saying;"That's what I was just about to do." As soon as she said this, she tried to get up from the booth and leave, but Jack clearly saw through her lie. After all, who comes to a pub for breakfast?! His gaze fell on a corner of her shirt, which had snagged on something and gotten torn. Without warning, he reached for her wrist as she
Although Jack had entrusted the care of his mother and daughters to Megan, a subtle undercurrent of worry persisted within him. Despite his level of trust, the fear of potential threats lingered in his mind. As long as Megan's identity remained associated with the Scavenger, there was a major risk of someone keeping an eye on her. Even if he trusted Megan blindly and she had no connection to Robert Wendell, the possibility of her attracting unwanted attention from her own enemies might put Jack's family at risk, as they might get caught in the crossfire. Since he had watched the car leave his mother's driveway, he had been thinking of some way to make sure of it. But then, as soon as he had heard about the girl seeking a job, an idea had clicked in Jack's mind. This girl didn't have any connections to the underworld, except being the sister of a victim. Being a college student and a female, nobody would bother to track her as a potential threat. Jack contemplated this new possib
As Jack's curiosity reached its peak, he decided that he could not keep sitting and watching from a distance. Thinking this, he got up and sneakily went behind the bar counter, and into the room concealed behind it. Once he was inside, he stood in the shadow of the large door, silently observing the man who had caught his attention. Although the man had a short and stout figure, his mannerisms and body language displayed an air of affluence and authority. Dressed in a finely tailored gray suit, he was wearing a maroon cravat around his neck and holding a drink in his hand, while chatting with some guests. Jack's eyes narrowed as he looked at the man's appearance from head to toe and felt a rush of recognition. Once he was close enough to hear some snippets of their conversation, the man's voice sealed the deal in Jack's mind – it was undeniably him! Without hesitation, he approached them, his emotions bubbling to the surface. In a sudden burst of emotion, he punched the man in the
Although Jack was quite intrigued by the mysterious turn of events and Toby's connection to the pub, he had to prioritize matters properly. Unexpectedly enough, his problem of funds that he needed to purchase a home in his name, had been solved by Toby. So now, he shifted the conversation to a matter of greater urgency.Instead of beating around the bush, he asked directly;"I can't thank you enough for that, and I will definitely get in touch with you for accessing that fund for my daughters. But first of all, do you know anything about illegal drug activity in this city, under the name of a certain Robert Wendell?"A dark shadow of seriousness appeared on Toby's face as he heard this, and he spoke after a brief pause."Right, is that for a new investigation? Just wait here for a while, and I'll be right back."Without waiting for Jack to respond, Toby just got up and left after fixing his blazer. Five minutes later, he returned, placing an envelope on the table and slid it towards
Jack's POV:As I saw my little girl teeter on the edge of her high chair, my heart skipped a beat. The potential danger felt like a ton of rocks pressing on my chest, threatening to crush me.In that split second, an unknown fear gripped my heart in its claws, and I lunged forward, arms outstretched, desperate to catch her before she hit the ground.The relief that washed over me when I felt her small body in my arms was overwhelming. But the poor child was probably terrified, and she began to shriek loudly. However, I tried my best to calm her down, and she slowly began to feel more comfortable as I cooed and reassured her. Holding her close to myself, I looked at her small face which had become red, feeling grateful that my instinctive reaction had saved her.Only when she had almost fallen asleep, did my gaze shift towards the young woman sitting on the couch, looking at Dottie as if she was even more shocked than the toddler herself!I bit back a smile somehow, even though I wan
Jack's POV:As I scan my card at the subway station, the hum of the bustling city surrounding me also seems distant, as the sounds are drowned out by the loud chatter of my thoughts. It was true that I have become wary of letting people into my life, and I was also aware that my traumatic past had dug its nails inside my mind and left its scars, forever altering the lens through which I will view the world.But even though I was aware of how these events have made me cold and uncaring, at least I know one thing for sure– I would never readily extend my trust, especially not to a woman. Just the thought of trusting someone with my vulnerabilities, was enough to make me shudder. The scars of betrayal ran deep, echoing in my mind like a haunting chant.No matter how much I try, I can't forget her– Rebecca, the one for whom I was willing to lay my life on the line. She left me without a glance in my direction, or even thinking about our children… and just for some cash?I was also will
Mortimer was completely taken aback, as he didn't anticipate this carefree and no- shits- given attitude from Jack right now.Meanwhile, Jack maintained a slightly condescending look on his face. On the inside, he was silently enjoying the lawyer's discomfort, and pressed on with his question. "Tell me, what will happen next? Since you are so sure that someone will find out any minute now… then please don't leave me on this note of suspense. What do you think will happen when your words become the reality, and everyone does find out that you are being held captive? Hm..?" The room hung with suspense as Mortimer struggled to formulate a response to this, and Jack continued uninterrupted."The most anyone will be able to do is to mourn and cry bitterly over your corpse– what more do you expect them to do?"His almost pitiful gaze remained fixed on Mortimer, and in that moment, the cunning lawyer finally understood something. His sense of panic and urgency heightened even more, when
Ch- 32As soon as Jack finished his sentence, he heard Mortimer's maniacal laughter piercing through the air, echoing off the cold, concrete walls. At the same time, tears were streaming down the lawyer's face, creating an eerie and unsettling sight as he reveled in an amusement that Jack struggled to comprehend. Jack was barely keeping his rising irritation levels under control, and snapped;"And what the fuck is so funny to you?" In response to his demand for an explanation, Andres managed to mockingly retort, while still being caught in fits of laughter, "What exactly do you think you will achieve, by calling him here? Even if I make the call, do you really think he's as stupid as I am, that he will come running here and surrender to you voluntarily?" He started to laugh again, and Jack roughly gripped the lower half of his face with his hand, making Andres grimace as he gritted his teeth against the pain.He shot back, "Then why don't you tell me where he likes to go instead?