"I'm home!" Sammy called out as he entered the house with a pack of tacos. Micheal rushed out first and hugged him. He dropped the pack he was holding and lifted the lad into the air and down. "You seem so excited today," Beverly said as she walked out of the bedroom. "Guess who passed all his papers this semester," he said excitedly. Beverly broke into a blissful smile as she walked towards him and hugged him. "I'm so proud of you," she said. "This calls for a celebration. We are going out," she announced, and Micheal was the happiest. Beverly had been so busy with work that she had not had so much time for him. Since she was dismissed early, she decided that she would as well spend time with them. Sammy's news was a good reason to do so.They soon got dressed and filed up in Sammy's old truck, which Sammy said that he only used because it could still move. They headed to the park since they were in the mood to have some fun. Sammy and Micheal headed to the games section while
Beverly was still wailing when they got to the house. It was difficult for them to find a cab that could get them home after the incident. Sammy tried to console her, but she was too wrapped up in the spur of the moment. He held her close to him as they got into the house. She sat on the sofa, tears streaming down her face, as she thought of what to do."I strongly think that this is not a coincidence," she said. "Someone must have planned this.""I agree with you," Sammy said as he paced about thoughtfully. His instincts were not going to lie to him. He knew that something was off the moment he saw the accident scene. He knew that the accident scene looked so unreal, and the policemen around grew some beards, were without badges, and looked quite ruthless. He would have just waited there with the other cars. But a thought came to his mind. They probably planned for those vehicles to be there as well, and they would have eventually attacked them even though they had chosen to stay
Mr. Abbott walked towards her in a black suit with a black hat on top of his head. He was not just the villain, but he had made an effort to dress the part. Jason had once cracked a joke about how much effort he put into his dressing, saying that he should have been a model and not a businessman.But as she looked up at him now, the expression on his face was stern. He looked at her with so much disgust, as though he would spit on her. The last thing she wanted to do was be associated with these brutal, wealthy men who would not hesitate to put someone six feet into the ground in a split second. She trembled as he reached out and touched the top of her head, his other hand casually in his pocket as he looked down at her. She looked like a puppet to him in this position. She had been forced to kneel before him."I guess by now, you should know why you are here," he began in a surprisingly soft tone that almost calmed her down a bit. "I don't think I do, sir," she answered, her voi
It was the third day in a row and Beverly had not been to work. Her phone lines were switched off and he had no idea where she was. His schedule had been too occupied to grant him some time to go to her house. Thanksgiving dinner was the last day he had been there and he thought that he could squeeze out some time to go see her later. When the door of his apartment slid open, he hopefully wished that she would walk through the door in her normal crispy manner, but it was only Alex. He resumed his coffee with a disappointed look on his face. "It may seem as though you are not happy to see me," Alex began as he approached him with the morning news. "You know me too well," Jason said. "Like the palm of my hands boy," Alex said as he retreated. Jason admired the way Alex was too professional. Even though they had developed some kind of bond over the years, Alex still knew that there was a thin line between work and friendship between them. He had been more reserved since after the
When Sammy came face to face with Jason, he could not believe that he was the gentleman he had seen the other day. He looked red with anger, something that he had never associated with Jason before. Anger. But there was a reason why it burned. It was out of fear that Beverly had probably left him, and that there was no chance of seeing him again. He wanted to pity Jason, but he was not forgetting that he was the reason she had to go away in the first place. At all costs, he wanted to protect his sister and niece. "Where are they?" Jason asked without mincing words. All he needed was a direct answer so that he could get to work."You think that I would tell you that so easily?" Sammy asked with a mischievous smile. Jason felt challenged. It was not the time to stand up to him, at a time when his anger was raging. He ordered Sammy to be put into the car, and they drove out of the school. Sammy could only wonder where they were headed, and Jason had already given the signal. They
Jason waited for a few days, and there was no reaction from his father. It took him a few hours to realize that what he did in the office on that day was a dumb move. Still thinking that he was in his right, he expected some sort of patronage from his father before he would return to the office, but none seemed forthcoming.He decided to wait until the next morning, but Alex did not show up. He had gotten out his clothes for work that day and was already sipping his coffee, but no one walked through the door. He thought that his father would probably come upstairs to speak to him. But he was wrong. Everyone went about their jobs and their duties, but he was left out of it all. It was at this moment that he wished that he was still speaking to Caleb. Their relationship had turned sour very quickly, and even though they saw each other in school, they were not speaking. He had stopped coming to work at the office, and from what he heard, he had resumed his job at the restaurant. J
Jason knew that his father could be full of surprises, but this was beyond what he could ever imagine in a million years. He did not know why his dad would bring in someone new. It showed that his father had just been waiting for a single act of misbehavior from him to strike. Fred, a tall, handsome man, stepped in and walked toward where Mr. Abbott stood with a big smile on his face. He shook his hand as everyone stood up to applaud him.Jason still sat transfixed. He did not know how to react to the situation at all, and he just clapped slowly. Everyone glanced at him as they clapped, as though they expected some sort of reaction from him. For the rest of the meeting, Jason was lost in his thoughts. He did not know where he stood at all. He wondered what would happen to his position or the office he was in at the moment. He wished someone would hand him a new job description so he would know how to go about things. He looked at Alex, who did not seem too surprised. It looked
Jason stood up and turned around to see his friend looking down at him with a plastic bag in his hand. He did not mind that there were tears in his eyes. He could be vulnerable with Caleb. He stood up and went to where Caleb stood. They looked at each other for a while before Caleb opened up his hand to give him a hug. Jason hugged him immediately and cried on his shoulders. "I'm still mad at you, though," Caleb said to him as they disentangled from each other. "I know," Jason said. Caleb smiled at him. "I would like to know everything that happened, but first, are you hungry?" He asked Jason. "I bought dinner," he added as he raised the plastic bag in his hands. They entered the house, and Caleb's baby sister came in through the front door. She practiced volleyball every day after school, and Caleb always said that she was on her way to the Olympics. She held Caleb's wheel in their mom, from the backyard, and they all sat down at the dinner table. Jason could not believe ho
On the day Daphne was discharged from the hospital, she decided that she wanted to go see her father in jail. Jason suggested against it, but she was not willing to comply. She had her reasons and when she persisted, he let her be. She took her child with her as well, and Jason's hands were tied as he knew that their relationship was stiff at the moment. There was no need to aggravate it.“At least allow me to come with you so that I can keep an eye on you and the baby,” she offered. “I want to do this on my own. I have my reasons,” she said to him. “And before you act stupid, don't ask any of your men to follow me,” she added before she got into the waiting car. She knew however that he would not just let her go like that without company. She could already see two cars following after her at a reasonable distance, but she did not mind. She needed the protection anyway.&nb
Jason waited until it was nightfall before he headed to the safehouse where Gustavo had kept Angelina. He wanted to be as discreet as possible, and Gustavo had been high on surveillance since Jason told him what they needed to do. When they got to the safehouse, another round of surveillance was done before the door of the car was opened for him to come down. He headed to the front door and headed to the stairs that led to the basement.Angelina was tied to a chair in the relatively empty and spacious basement, and it was a bit chilly, so she was asleep. He stood at a reasonable distance before her and stared at her for a while. It was almost unbelievable to him that she was at his mercy at this time. She was supposed to be the most powerful woman in the state, but she was crippled at his mercy.“Wake her up,” he finally ordered. A bucket of wat
The meeting that Klaus called for was one that Jason did not want to attend. It was as though there was something that he harbored within him, a kind of guilt that washed over him. However, he knew that if he did not attend, Klaus would be highly suspicious because he had a fallout with Angelina. One more seat was empty when he got to the venue. It was Angelina's seat, and the table was quiet, as Siman and Rasheed were not so much of the talkers. As expected, Klaus was unhappy, but this time, he was not pacing about like one without a purpose. He was just sitting quietly, as though he was in deep thought. Jason took his seat and stayed silent as well. He did not intend to break the silence that had ensued, so he just kept his cool. “I have not seen or heard from Angelina in four days,” Klaus began. “I have sent her a ton of messages, and I cannot get to her assistant as well.” Gustavo had made sure that there was a heavy massacre in the warehouse that day. He made sure that none of A
Jason woke up with a start and looked around him. A wave of relief overshadowed him as he discovered that he was in his bedroom. He looked to the side and saw that there was a drip bag attached to his hand. As he attempted to lift his hand, a sharp pain shot through his arm and his shoulder, forcing him to let out a loud groan and fall back on the bed. He soon began to recall what had happened the previous night, and all the events came rushing back at him. It made him panic as he did not see Daphne or the baby in the bedroom with him. He struggled to get up again and pulled away the drip on his hand. He stood up and attempted to walk out. He wobbled and landed on the floor, causing a loud noise. The door opened and Gustavo walked in to help him get back on the bed. Jason closed his eyes in exhaustion. “I decided to bring you home because I did not think that you would like the attention that staying in the hospital would cause you,” Gustavo began. “That's a very good decision,” Jaso
“First of all, I want you to start with the way you took Maxwell down,” she began, and Jason glanced at Daphne, who seemed to be listening keenly as well. She would be so disappointed. “Oh! She does not know?” Angelina asked. “Can you just stop?” Jason asked her. “So, the woman that you claim to love is not aware that you are the one that put her father in jail, and soiled her family reputation, right?” She continued. “I'm not going to say anything about that,” Jason sounded firm. He did not intend to spill, and he was not just making up his mind at the moment. He had decided not to spill anything since he left his house. He saw how desperate she was for his confession, and he wanted to use that to his advantage. “Before I say anything, I would like you to tell me what manner of business you run here,” he said as he leaned in. “My merchandise is none of your business,” she said to him. “Well, if you need my confession, then you have to explain what this business is all about because
Jason got into the car, took a deep breath, and took out his phone to place a call to Angelina. Even though she had sent someone to monitor him as he drove to the address, she still asked him to be on a video call the entire time, to ensure that no one was in the car with him. He was getting exhausted from her rules, but he had to comply because of his family. She had proof that she was with them, and he was the only one that could rescue them. Gustavo had thought up a brilliant plan, and things were already in place, giving Jason added confidence. He was not too sure that his plan would work out, but in the end, he blamed it on the nerves. He started the car and began to drive without taking one more look at the screen, where Angelina was watching him. “You are cute by the way,” she began when the tense silence had lasted for a while. “I have envisioned you in my bed a couple of times, not gonna lie,” she continued. Jason swallowed hard at this statement. He was already disgusted. A
Jason clicked on the speaker button on the phone so that everyone could hear what the caller was going to say. The line was silent for a while, and Jason thought that it was just a prank call. “Hello Jason,” a familiar voice finally came on the line. It did not take him long to figure out who was on the line. He could detect Angelina's voice in a crowd. It was too deep for a female voice. “I am guessing that by now, you are shaken with fright at the disappearance of your wife and daughter,” she said with some kind of amusement in her voice. Her audacity annoyed him so much. “Angelina, I swear, if anything happens to them, you are going to regret it,” Jason fired at her. Ben immediately signaled him not to say anything again, so that they would not provoke her. Jason did not seem to care at all. He was just angry. “I would not be making threats if I were you,” she said. “You have no idea where I am or where your wife and child are, so I would be quiet and cooperate if I were you,” she
Jason was confused about what to do next at the moment. He kept trying to call her as he dashed to the elevator that led to the penthouse they occupied in the mansion. He prayed that by some miracle, Daphne was upstairs and sleeping peacefully with their son. That would give him so much relief. But when he got there, the room was empty. He went ahead to look into the bathroom but there was no one there. His heart began to thump loudly as he rushed downstairs again. Gustavo was waiting for him when he came downstairs. “I can't find Daphne and the baby,” Jason blurted out in a worrisome voice before Gustavo could even ask him what was wrong. “I had two of my men follow her to the hospital. Let me try to call them,” Gustavo said as he took out his phone. He was so calm, as though he was very confident that there was nothing wrong with them. Gustavo called them over and over again but none of them answered. He began to get worried as well. “This is very unusual,” Gustavo muttered as he
Jason stood up from bed very early, as he had a long day ahead of him. It had been three weeks since Jacob had been released from jail, and just like he had promised, he decided that he would give Jacob an orientation to the family business. Daphne was still very fast asleep when he was done dressing for work. He could not blame her at all. She had been awake for some time during the night to cater to a crying Benjamin. After the nurse left, it had been difficult for her to adjust to taking care of the baby alone. At some point, it was as though she was getting frustrated with the responsibility that she was saddled with and she would start crying. When he noticed that, he would usually offer her a helping hand so that she would not feel abandoned or frustrated. She appreciated his support. It showed in the way she embraced him or the way she kissed him. Jason walked up to the bed and planted a kiss on her forehead, causing her to stir in her sleep. “I'm off to work, baby. You know I