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
Before anyone could react, Jack continued;"So pack up, because we are leaving this afternoon." Helen beamed with happiness and said, "Oh, Jack! That's really great, the girls will have so much fun. Make sure to send me photos, okay?" Jack shook his head, interrupting her in the middle;"Mom, what are you talking about? Obviously, you are also coming with us." Helen hesitated a little, before continuing; "But what would I do there, except hold you all back from enjoying the surroundings?" Jack's tone turned firm as he promptly shut down the argument, "I am not hearing any of this."She had been apprehensive till now, as Rebecca had never liked the fact that Helen was so involved in her daughter's lives, and always saw it as her intruding on their own family dynamics.However, Rebecca had never said anything about it to Jack, which is why he was confused about his mother's reaction.Rather, his ex- wife used to threaten Helen in private, saying that she needed to stay away from the
The morning sunlight greeted the family as they stepped out of a local cafe, their bellies full of delicacies like Cuban omelets, fresh fruit plates, croissant sandwiches. Their spirits were also running high, for their plan of visiting the South Beach in Miami. Anna and Dottie were practically bouncing with excitement, their laughter echoing down the bustling streets of Miami. Amy led the way, a tote bag slung over her shoulder filled with towels, umbrellas, and beach toys.As they approached the sandy shores of South Beach, the girls' eyes widened with wonder. They had never seen anything like it before – the vast expanse of sparkling ocean stretched out before them, its waves crashing against the shore in a mesmerizing rhythm.Anna's excitement was evident in her mannerisms as she bounced up and down on her tiptoes, her hands clutching Jack's tightly. Her cheeks flushed with anticipation, and her eyes sparkled with pure joy as she took in the sights and sounds of the beach for th
Jack returned to the hotel just as the sun completed its journey across the sky. It was just past lunch time, so he assumed that the others might still be at the beach. As he approached his room, he fished his key card from his pocket, ready to slide it into the door lock.However, before he could make a move, the door clicked open from the inside, startling him. The worst and most horrific scenarios about what this could mean flashed in his mind and he instinctively stepped back as someone opened the door.But to his relief and surprise, it was none other than Amy who emerged from the room, her eyes widening in surprise as she nearly collided with him.Thankfully, she managed to catch herself just in time; but in that moment of awkwardness, Jack and Amy found themselves locked in a silent exchange. Each of them was processing the unexpected encounter, and it was taking some time for the adrenaline rushing in Jack's veins to subside. Amy's gaze swept over him, taking in the slight
As the sun rose over Miami, Amy awoke with a sense of determination. Today, she would finally uncover the mystery of Jack's disappearances. But as she got ready for the day and stepped out into the hotel lobby, little did she know that Jack had already made other plans for the day— plans that didn't involve sneaking off. He had been feeling guilty, and he had already rearranged his schedule to devote the entire day to his daughters and mother.With a warm smile, Jack greeted his family at breakfast, excitement twinkling in his eyes as he shared his surprise for the day. "Today," he announced, "we are going to explore Wynwood Walls together."Amy's curiosity piqued at Jack's unusual enthusiasm, but before she could decide whether or not to voice her questions, Jack whisked the girls away, eager to start the day's adventure.As they arrived at Wynwood Walls, Amy couldn't help but be swept away by the vibrant energy of the place. The Wynwood Walls proved to be a riot of colors and crea