Chapter Six
Jason couldn’t begin to fathom the reason for this person coming here but he sighed and regained his calm demeanor. However, the cold look didn’t leave his face and he kept his eyes on the man in a white suit. Mary noticed the sudden change in his expression and wondered what was going on. She traced his eyes and saw the man in a white suit, but she didn’t recognize him. “Hey… you okay man?” She asked but Jason sighed. “I’ll be right back.” He said before shifting the milkshake towards her. “What? Why don’t you just take this with you…” She uttered but the latter didn’t seem bothered. She pouted before grabbing his milkshake and wanted to place it inside the fridge, but she decided to take a sip. “Hmm… this tastes good,” she uttered before deciding against putting the milkshake inside the fridge and drinking it instead. Her mood had also brightened. Meanwhile, the man in the suit walked into the restaurant and took a seat. He ordered a few things from a good-looking waitress before Jason arrived before him. He smirked arrogantly again. “Wow… the rebuked son of the Ravenelli family is now a mere baker in a restaurant. What a shame. It’s nice to see you though.” He scorned but Jason didn’t lighten his cold look. “Wish I could say the same. What do you want, Lorren?” Jason inquired but the latter shook his head. “Ah ah. That’s not a way to speak to a brother you haven’t seen in a while and an influential one for that matter,” he claimed as he shook his index finger to and fro. Jason clenched his fist and he was tempted to punch his brother in the face repeatedly. However, he had bodyguards, and they could just kill him if Lorren ordered it. In truth, he really shouldn’t offend this guy. The atmosphere between the duo was quite cold. While one was smiling scornfully and the other was frowning deeply, the former had to break the silence. “At least take a seat, grumpy brother. You should learn to smile more.” He chortled. “While you should learn to stay out of people’s businesses and focus on restoring the family’s business and name.” Jason returned. “Hmm… so you heard,” he asked with a serious look but Jason didn’t reply. Instead, he looked at Lorren with his cold look, “Well, that’s none of your business anymore. And don’t you even think of coming back to the family?” With this claim, Jason smirked as he felt like he had hit something. “Is that what you came here to do? To threaten me?” he asked scornfully but Lorren wasn’t going to fall for his act of provocation. “Call it whatever you call it. The family doesn’t need a miserable person like you.” Lorren grunted and Jason scoffed. “Yeah. Been hearing a lot of that lately,” he mumbled but the latter growled. “Am I clear?” “Hey… do you think you have the right to tell me what to do? If I choose to come back, I will. That is not your decision to make.” Jason returned fiercely and the duo shot each other piercing gazes for a few seconds before sitting back down, “Besides… I wouldn’t want to destroy the remaining face I have left by coming back to the family that threw me out to die in the streets. I am satisfied with my life the way I am and I don’t need idiots like you in my life.” “What did you say?!” Lorren growled. He was now infuriated by Jason but the latter returned his cold and nonchalant look. “You heard me right. Now would you excuse me… I need to get back to work.” he said before returning to the bakery. One of the bodyguards that followed wanted to take action but Lorren stopped him with a raise of his hand. Jason returned to the bakery and Mary couldn’t help but watch him go in without speaking. She didn’t want him to face her in the first place, as she had already drunk over half of his milkshake. However, she was caught off guard when Jason came back and took the milkshake off her hands. She opened her mouth to speak only to remember that the shake wasn’t hers in the first place. However, Jason only took one long sip before returning it to her and flicking her forehead lightly. The latter blushed with embarrassment as she touched her forehead. She pouted but didn’t seem to take offense. Instead, she sipped the shake furiously. Lorren however, grunted slightly before leaving the restaurant. ‘You just wait. That will be the last time you will ever talk back at me, you miserable piece of shit.’ he thought angrily. ************** A funky upbeat song played in the background, and lights of different colors flashed and moved around. The room was dimly lit and only the sound of mumbled moans could be heard. A young man sat in the middle of a large sofa with two women sitting on both sides. “That’s it, my babies. That’s good.” the man groaned with pleasure while the two women’s heads moved up and down around his crotch. They both wore leather stockings and garters with leather pants. Their chests were exposed as they used their mouths to pleasure the young man. The young man was immersed in ecstasy and he was beginning to hit his limit, as the woman with long black hair moved her head even faster and stroked a long piece of sausage with her mouth. She sped up and the sausage kept hitting the back of her mouth. “There. You suck real good…” the man moaned and the woman stopped and allowed the other lady to have her turn. After a while, the young man had truly hit his limit and he took out his rod from their mouths and began to stroke. They opened their mouths and expected the man to pour out his seed into their mouths and all over their faces. Just while he was enjoying the feeling of cumming, his phone buzzed and he glanced at it reluctantly. He wanted to ignore it at first but seeing the name on it, he couldn’t help but pick it up. “Hello…” he said while the girls ‘cleaned’ up his rod. “Hey, Jared my friend. I got your message and I wanted to ask about it. What do you wish to be done to the man named Jason Marco?” the voice behind the phone asked. Jared’s face turned serious before pulling out his rod and sending the strippers off. They both seemed a bit displeased but didn’t complain. “I want him eliminated. Can’t you do that?” Jared asked but the latter spoke reluctantly. “I’m not saying I can’t. But the person in question is from your family and he seemed to be cherished by the late Mr. Marco. Isn’t he protected by bodyguards or something?” The person said but Jared scoffed. “Protected? Tsk… don’t make me laugh. The old man is dead and the guy simply just lives a simple and miserable life. We don’t need such vile entities in our family so he must be eliminated.” Jared grunted. “In that case, we shall complete the task and give you the results by the end of the week.” the voice behind the phone uttered before hanging up. Jared smiled as he pocketed his phone. “Jason Jason… you are going to regret disgracing me before a lot of people. I will make sure you’re being wiped out of existence,” he said before laughing hysterically.Chapter SevenIt was a bit early in the morning as Jason was just about to go to work. He did not have breakfast he intended to grab brunch by afternoon. Just as he prepared to put on his shoes, he heard a knock on his door.“A visitor this early? I wonder who that is,” he said before walking towards the door and opening it. However, he saw a familiar but unexpected face looking at him coldly and standing by his front door.“May I come in?” Karen asked and Jason sighed. He wasn’t one to keep grudges, but he was no longer going to remain the same to her. He would normally want to invite her in and have a brief chat with her, even though he was already late for work, but not today.“Nope. I’m just about to go to work.” He said and the latter frowned. She simply groaned inside herself but didn’t complain.“I brought you breakfast again.” She said but Jason sighed.“Well, you’re gonna be eating it on your own because I’m not hungry,” he said before going back inside to pick up his bag and
Chapter Eight It would be an understatement to say that Karen was stunned by those words of his. She was completely caught off guard and suddenly, she couldn’t help but think about him. She looked at his calm but still serious face and a tint of admiration surfaced in her mind, even though it was only for an instant. ‘He considers me a priority to him and my safety matters. Why though? He could simply just let the assassins kill me. After all, they were most likely sent by my brother and I think he knows this too. Yet…’ She thought to herself and pursed her lips.“Keep your eyes sharp, Karen. Don’t act like I’m holding you hostage.” His voice jolted her out of her thoughts. She wanted to flare up and turn this into a small argument but remembering that there were assassins after Jason, she just kept quiet.“I don’t get something though. Since they’re after you, why don’t I just go home while you deal with them… or let them deal with you…” She suggested but Jason shook his head.
Chapter Nine“How…. How did you do that?” Karen inquired but Jason wasn’t really in the mood to answer.“Long story. We need to get out of here.” He replied before pulling her hand and leaving the restaurant while staying crouched down. However, Karen’s mind was a mess. She was completely shocked by Jason’s ability. To her, she was so terrified to the point of seeing Jason as a savior who would get her out of this mess.‘He… he sensed those assassins before anyone could and he even fought three armed men and killed one of them. He’s skilled in combat. It’s almost like he has been trained.’ She thought before taking a glance at Jason’s face. The smooth facial contours and the depth in his eyes made her wonder, ‘Who the hell is this guy? What could he have seriously been through while our entire family was criticizing him?’ these thoughts ran through her mind but she did nothing but obey him. After all, it felt like she could only be saved by this man.They got out of the restaurant and
Chapter Ten Jason winced in pain as he pocketed his gun. He had been holding back due to Karen being with him and he didn’t want to fully unleash his abilities before her. Now that she was gone, he could finally switch to his killing mode. However, he looked at the wound on his shoulder and for some reason, the bleeding wasn’t stopping, only slowed. ‘Damn it… if I don’t treat this soon, I might as well be a goner. Imaging dying by bleeding to death… not exactly the kind of death I hoped to have.’ He laughed bitterly before returning to the tunnel. This time around, he walked on the tracks instead and used the darkness to his advantage. ‘To them, I’m running away. But they’ll be shocked to realize that I’m waiting here for them.’ He claimed before slowing down. He made sure not to use a flashlight, as that would put him at a disadvantage. Rather, he adapted to the darkness and he knew fully well that his pursuers would use flashlights, making him spot them as soon as he
Chapter 11Who the fuck did the boss ask us to eliminate? Hank was confused. For a moment Hank was in a crossroads of decision and wondered if he should go home, or try to kill this mysterious man for the boss. As he was still dwelling in his thoughts, Jason fired a bullet intentionally on Hank who ran for his life. Knocking down people on his part as he exited the subway back to the road above, he fled into the busy road.“Coward” Jason mustered under his breath amidst all the pain from his wonder which he had managed to endure the pain and the flow of blood.Getting to the top spot of the train station, he fell and one of the train station guards saw him and rushed to help him. Let me take you to the hospital mister, the guard said. Jason, Took his phone from his back pocket, and with a little strength said “Call my wife”. The guard with confusion replied “I don't know your wife”“Sir, can you hear me?” the guard asked, his voice steady but laced with concern.Jason nodded weakly,
The air was thick with the scent of jasmine as Karen stood on the veranda of the grand Marco estate, her heart heavy with the burden of her unspoken words. It had been months since Karen and Marco had truly spoken, and even longer since the incident in the train station. The tension between them was palpable, but Karen was ready to tire to adjust things with her husband.Karen had spent the last few weeks trying to reach out to Jason, who had distanced himself, retreating into the solitude of his apartment in the city.She had called, sent messages, even written him letters—each one filled with the hope that he would come back to her, back to the life in the estate.But Jason remained silent, his pain and doubts holding him back from returning to the place that held so many memories, both beautiful and painful.She knew the reasons for his hesitation. The Marco family was not just any family; the fighting, legacy, power, and expectations weighed heavily on Jason’s shoulders.But recen
Rose sat at the edge of the long dining table, staring at the empty chair at the other end. The silence of the room pressed against her chest as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.The grand chandelier above, with its crystal drops sparkling under the afternoon sun, cast fragmented light across the polished mahogany table. It was the same table where the family used to gather for dinners, laughter echoing through the walls. Now, it was just her and the weight of a conversation that had yet to happen.She ran her fingers along the embroidered edges of the linen tablecloth, her thoughts drifting back to the day when everything changed. It was sixteen years ago, but the memory remained as vivid as if it had happened yesterday. Jason, her eldest son, had stood tall, his eyes filled with a stubborn determination that matched her father do the terrible thing to them.Henry, Jason’s grandfather, had issued the ultimatum with the cold finality of a man who had spent his life b
Jared sat in his dimly lit office, a room that had witnessed countless deals, betrayals, and decisions that shaped the underworld he controlled. The walls were adorned with dark, expensive wood paneling, the shelves lined with books that were more for show than reading, and a large, imposing desk dominated the center of the room. Behind him, a large window offered a view of the city skyline, the twinkling lights casting long shadows across the room.The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, curling lazily from the ashtray beside him. Jared leaned back in his leather chair, the familiar creak providing a momentary distraction from the thoughts that weighed heavily on his mind.His hand, usually steady and controlled, trembled slightly as he reached for the decanter of brandy on his desk. The amber liquid caught the light as he poured it, the sound of the ice clinking against the glass loud in the otherwise silent room.As he took a sip, the warmth of the brandy did little to ch
The air was thick with the scent of jasmine as Karen stood on the veranda of the grand Marco estate, her heart heavy with the burden of her unspoken words. It had been months since Karen and Marco had truly spoken, and even longer since the incident in the train station. The tension between them was palpable, but Karen was ready to tire to adjust things with her husband.Karen had spent the last few weeks trying to reach out to Jason, who had distanced himself, retreating into the solitude of his apartment in the city.She had called, sent messages, even written him letters—each one filled with the hope that he would come back to her, back to the life in the estate.But Jason remained silent, his pain and doubts holding him back from returning to the place that held so many memories, both beautiful and painful.She knew the reasons for his hesitation. The Marco family was not just any family; the fighting, legacy, power, and expectations weighed heavily on Jason’s shoulders.But recen
"Ben, are you okay?" Hilary asked, his voice low and steady.Ben let out a shaky breath. "Not really. I have no idea what's going on. They dragged me out of my own home in front of my family, accusing me of stealing our damn painting. It doesn't make any sense."Hilary leaned forward, his eyes scrutinizing Ben's face. "I need you to be completely honest with me. Is there any possibility that you could be implicated in this? Any dealings, communications, anything that could be misconstrued?"Ben's eyes flashed with indignation. "Of course not! Why would I steal from my own family? That painting means as much to me as anyone else."Hilary nodded, considering. "They're claiming to have evidence—financial records, communication logs. Any idea where that could have come from?"Ben hesitated, thinking hard. "No. Unless... unless someone planted it. I mean, I handle a lot of the family's business dealings, but nothing illegal. Someone must be setting me up."Before Hilary could respond, ther
The atmosphere in the Ravenelli dining room was already tense, but the sudden intrusion of the LAPD turned unease into utter chaos.As the police officers filed into the ornate room, their uniforms starkly contrasting against the opulent decor, the family members froze in shock. The lead detective, a stern-looking woman with sharp features and piercing blue eyes stepped forward, holding up a badge."Good evening. I'm Detective Laura Martinez with the LAPD. We're here for Ben Ravenelli," she announced firmly, her gaze scanning the faces around the table.Ben, who had been nursing a glass of red wine and a wounded ego from the earlier confrontation, looked up incredulously. "What the hell is this about?" he demanded, pushing back his chair and rising to his feet.Detective Martinez's expression remained impassive. "Mr. Ravenelli, you're under arrest for the theft of the Monalisa portrait and conspiracy to commit fraud. Please turn around and place your hands behind your back."Gasps fil
The Ravenelli Estate stood grand and imposing, its vast gardens meticulously maintained, with towering trees casting long shadows over the manicured lawns. Jason Ravenelli walked beside his mother, Mrs. Rose Ravenelli, his wife Karen on his other side, as they took in the sight of the estate. It had been years since Jason had set foot on this land, ever since his grandfather had cast him out. The memories of that day lingered, but today, he felt something different—something almost akin to hope.Mrs. Rose pointed out various parts of the estate as they walked. "The east wing has been completely renovated," she said, her voice tinged with pride. "We added a new library, and the garden has been expanded. You remember how your grandfather loved his roses."Jason nodded, his eyes scanning the familiar yet changed surroundings. "It’s different, but it still feels like home."Karen smiled, squeezing Jason’s hand. "It’s beautiful, Mrs. Ravenelli. I can see why you’re so proud of it."Mrs. Ro
"What's on your mind, Jason?"Karen turned to face him, her expression soft but concernedHe sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's just... everything's different now. Being the Ravenelli heir—it changes everything. I don’t even know where to start."Karen reached out, gently placing a hand on his arm. "You start by facing it head-on. You’ve always been strong, Jason. You can handle this."Jason looked at her, appreciating the calm resolve in her voice. "I haven’t been back to the estate since Grandfather cast me out. It feels like a lifetime ago.""Maybe it’s time to go back," Karen suggested. "You’re the heir now. That estate is yours, along with everything that comes with it."He hesitated, memories of the old man’s harsh words echoing in his mind. "What if they haven’t forgiven me?"Karen smiled gently. "You don’t need their forgiveness. You’ve earned your place. It’s time to claim it."Jason lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as the early morning light filtered through the
As the night unfolded, Jason sat on the edge of the bed in their elegantly decorated bedroom, the weight of the evening’s revelations pressing down on him. The room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, casting flickering shadows on the walls, but the warmth in the air did little to ease the coldness he felt inside.Karen, with her golden hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, moved quietly around the room, her movements graceful and purposeful. She was dressed in a delicate, silky creamy lingerie set that clung to her curves, emphasizing her ethereal beauty. She had chosen it carefully, hoping that tonight, after everything that had happened, she could be the one to soothe Jason’s troubled soul.She approached him slowly, her bare feet barely making a sound on the plush carpet. Jason looked up as she neared, his eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and wariness. He had always been able to read Karen like an open book, and tonight, despite her soft demeanor, he couldn’t shak
A dancer had been entertaining him for a while, her laughter light and flirtatious as she tried to coax a smile out of him. But Ben's thoughts were far away, lost in the storm of emotions that churned within him. As the minutes ticked by, his patience wore thin, and the dancer's attempts at seduction began to grate on his nerves."Come on, Ben," she purred, leaning in close to whisper in his ear. "Why don't you let me take your mind off things?"But instead of responding to her advances, Ben's hand shot out, gripping her wrist tightly. His eyes were dark, filled with a volatile mix of anger and desperation. "Touch me," he demanded, his voice rough and slurred from the alcohol. "Make me forget."The dancer's eyes widened in fear as she tried to pull away, her playful demeanor vanishing in an instant. "I can't," she said, her voice trembling as she looked around for help. "Please, let go."But Ben's grip only tightened, his anger rising like a tidal wave. The events of the night—the rev
The night was growing late, and the revelers in the Marco estate’s grand ballroom were finally beginning to filter out, their excitement over the shocking revelation still buzzing in their conversations. Jason, however, had retreated to his private quarters, away from the eyes of the guests and the burden of his newfound status. The emotions of the evening weighed heavily on him—relief, confusion, and the simmering anger at how his life had been manipulated without his knowledge.As he sat on the edge of his bed, lost in thought, there was a sharp knock on the door. Before he could respond, the door swung open, and Jared Marco, his brother-in-law, strode in with the kind of arrogance that made Jason’s skin crawl. Jared was dressed impeccably in a dark suit, but the sneer on his face ruined whatever charm he might have otherwise possessed.“Jason,” Jared drawled, his tone thick with sarcasm, “or should I say, *Mr. Ravenelli*? Congratulations are in order, aren’t they? You’ve really out
My son, Jason Ravenelli, is the rightful heir to the Ravenelli Empire.”The silence that followed was deafening. Every eye in the room was on Jason, who still hadn’t moved, and still hadn’t fully processed the enormity of what had just been revealed. He had always known he was different, that he didn’t quite belong in the Marco family, but this—this was beyond anything he had ever imagined.Karen, her initial shock giving way to a wave of happiness and pride, grabbed Jason’s hand. “Jason,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “you’re the heir. You’re the Ravenelli heir.”Mrs. Marco, who had been watching from a distance, felt a sense of relief wash over her. For years, she had carried the burden of knowing the truth, of keeping the secret that Jason was not truly her son, but the son of the Ravenelli family. She had grown to love him as her own, but the weight of the deception had taken its toll. Now, at last, the truth was out, and she could finally breathe.As Jason stood there, stil