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
Jack entered the underground cell once again, where Andres seemed to have fallen asleep, bound to the chair like a prisoner of his own exhaustion. The sound of footsteps woke him from his nap, and he looked around impatiently to try and see who had come this time, like a fish thrashing about after being taken out of water."My, my, I'm getting such warm receptions this morning. It must be my lucky day!" Jack remarked sarcastically as he approached Andres while saying this, and came to a stop after standing in front of him. The tired lines on Mortimer's face deepened as he sighed heavily and asked with some fear and hesitation;"What… what more do you want? I have already told you all I know, I swear!"Jack's lips curled into a sly smile as he raised one eyebrow;"Oh, I just came here to give you some news. But I can leave if you want?"On hearing these words, Mortimer's eyes widened with anticipation, a flash of excitement bringing some color to his pale face. "What? What is it? I
Andres knew that now, his only hope was to plead for mercy, to beg for his life in the faint hope that Jack might show him some semblance of compassion. But as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, his voice choked with fear. "I… I am… Please…" Seeing him trembling like a lamb who was about to be slaughtered, Jack raised a hand to silence him."Save your breath, Mortimer. Your fate is sealed. Whether it's the cartel or me, someone will ensure you never see the light of day again."Andres' heart raced as he weighed his options, and with trembling lips, he managed to utter, "So will you—"But Jack cut him off once more, his voice measured and calculating. "I do have another option for you," Jack said, fixing his gaze on Andres. Hope flickered in Andres' eyes, mingling with tears of desperation.With a hint of amusement, Jack continued, "And this is your turn to prove whether or not you are really smart enough to know what is good for you."Andres leaned forward eagerly, hanging onto
Ch-47As Jack stood on the balcony of his room, the gentle night breeze tousled his hair, carrying away the wisps of smoke from his cigarette. He took a long drag from his cigarette, the burning tip glowing brightly in the darkness as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.The moon cast a soft glow on his chiseled features, highlighting the lines of determination etched into his face. He had just come back from his daughter's bedroom, after putting them to sleep. They had insisted that he had to read at least six stories to them, to make up for missing so many days.Although both of them had fallen asleep during the second story itself, he had stayed behind for a while longer before returning to his room. His hair was still damp from the shower as strands of dark hair clung to his forehead. With a dark blue satin robe tied around his waist, the fabric clung to his toned physique. The robe hung loosely around him, revealing glimpses of his sculpted pecs and defined abs beneath.With one hand r