Jack's POV:As I watched Mortimer squirm in his chair, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of satisfaction. I had expected that the method to extract information out of him would be simple, but I didn't think it would be that simple! It was astonishing how quickly he spilled everything after a just a little meeting my associates. Anyway, with that obstacle out of the way, I now had two crucial tasks ahead of me. Firstly, I knew that both factions of the drug cartel in the city were under the control of Robert Wendell. This information alone was worth its weight in gold, and it was all thanks to Toby. Toby had also told me that a lot of agents from Scavenger frequented his bar, and some of them were clients' of Robert as well. And now, Mortimer's answer had provided me with the key to releasing uncontrollable chaos in the capital of Robert's empire. I could strike at the very heart of his operation, hence crippling all his influence in the city. Of course, there were still risks
Jack's POV:I was observing Dominic's face closely for his reaction, and I noticed the sudden shift in demeanor as his expression morphed into one of shock and suspicion in front of my eyes. His voice laced with aggression as he asked;"What the fuck did you just say? What does our Boss have to do with Ravens? They are the scum of the earth! Our rivals, and those fuckers keep looking for ways to mess with us!"I fake an air of innocence, pretending to be confused as I respond. "Rivals? I just thought it was just a tough competition between the two factions, to please Robert and get his approval. But it looks like you are confused about something–"Before I could even finish my sentence, Dominic lunged forward, grabbing the collar of my jacket roughly, and backing me against the wall. His grip was tight, his voice dripping with menace as he demanded;"Who sent you, and why the fuck are you lying to me, huh?"I struggled against his hold, attempting to maintain my composure as I repli
As Jack approached his mansion, a sense of triumph washed over him. He walked with a lightness in his step, knowing that Robert Wendell was finally dead and the weight of that burden could finally be lifted from his shoulders. The police would soon arrive at the Hunting Garden Pub to investigate the murder, but Jack had no fear of being implicated. He had planned everything carefully and left behind enough evidence to ensure that they would end up uncovering Robert's true identity as the drug overlord.Whether or not the Ravens and the Venom would be exposed was now out of his hands; it was up to them to handle the fallout. But at least, he had shown the true face of the man who had tried to frame him and ruin his life… Despite his satisfaction with the night's events, Jack remained vigilant as he approached his mansion. He took all the appropriate precautions, scanning the perimeter for any potential threats before entering the safety of his home. As he stepped into the main hall,
Jack quickly tried to correct Amy, and steered the conversation in another direction. "No, not that," he said, rubbing the nape of his neck with one hand. After taking a few seconds to regroup himself, he said with a smile;"I'm just saying that, you don't have to worry about anything anymore, as–"Once again, Amy jumped the gun and started to speak, with her gratitude shining in her eyes;"Yeah, that's for sure! And it's all thanks to you that I have a place to live, and everyone is so nice!And don't worry, Mr. Turner! I'm getting along great with the girls, especially little Dottie! Although I don't wanna get too far ahead of myself. My internship is also running smoothly, so indeed, I don't have any tension–"By now, Jack was a little irked about how she is still not getting it, and the joyful mood in which he had originally wanted to tell her about his mission, had evaporated by now.With a deep exhale, he managed his rising frustration before saying;"No, not that! I mean, the
Jack's mind was running at the fastest speed it could manage after just ten minutes of him getting out of bed, in order to solve this mystery. Even though he was still feeling a bit groggy, he followed the captivating aroma wafting through the house. His mother was definitely a good cook, but her declining health, along with her injury just weeks ago, meant she was no longer capable of preparing such elaborate meals whose aroma was teasing his senses. Thanks to the delicious smell, his mind drifted back to cherished memories of his childhood. He remembered waking up to the smell of freshly made waffles and pancakes, lovingly prepared by his mother. The memory filled him with warmth and nostalgia, reminding him of simpler times when his biggest worry was finishing his homework before school. He recalled sitting at the kitchen table, eagerly awaiting his breakfast, while his mother bustled about the kitchen, humming a tune to herself. It was as if the golden- brown waffles and fluf
Jack's voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding,"Who told you to act like it is your house and cook?"As Jack released Amy's hand, his words caught her off guard. She could feel the weight of his anger bearing down on her, as his tone was cold and unforgiving, without any trace of warmth or understanding towards her. Her heart sank at his accusatory question, and for a few moments, she struggled to find the right words to respond. She had only wanted to do something nice, to show her gratitude for all that he had done for her. But now, she felt like she had overstepped her boundaries, like she had intruded on his space without permission.Meanwhile, even Jack noticed her flinching slightly at his words, the hurt evident in her eyes. His tone was harsh, his demeanor distant… he knew that he had become too cold because of his past, but he was too consumed by his own anger to notice or care. Jack's mind raced with questions, his frustration growing with each passing second.He
After a pleasant breakfast, Anna had left for school and Helen had retired to her own room. All of Dottie's attention was occupied by Amy, and judging by the loud giggles coming from the living room, the game seemed to be quite entertaining. Jack found himself alone in the quiet of the house and as he sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee, his mind drifted to the tasks that lay ahead.One pressing matter demanded his attention—he needed to confront the lawyer. Now that Robert Wendell was dead, he had to keep his promise to Andres Mortimer. With a sigh, he rose up from the table and left for his room to get ready. Half an hour later, he stepped outside and sat in the driver's seat of his car.This is when his gaze fell on the envelope lying on the dashboard… it contained the divorce papers he had asked to be drawn up. He had absent- mindedly left them there, when they had been sent to him a few days ago. As he pulled out of the driveway and onto the main highway, Jack's mind
Rebecca's days in prison had taken a toll on her once vibrant appearance, which she worked hard to maintain. Dark circles had stained the skin beneath her tired eyes, and her cracked lips had faded in color. Her face was swollen due to crying and sleepless nights. But in spite of the weariness that reflected on her face, a spark of hope flickered within her eyes as she caught sight of a figure waiting on the other side of the glass partition.From her point of view, only the back profile of the man was visible to her, clad in a crisp black shirt. She could see that he had already lifted the receiver to his ears, and she rushed forward. A surge of happiness swept through her heart, until she realized it was not Robert standing there but Jack. Her initial excitement turned to irritation as she approached the phone, her voice laced with frustration. "It's you! What the fuck are you here for?"Jack turned around, his smile evident even from a distance. "Don't get too excited," he re