*Jake POV*The special agents quietly follow me around the race track. The white markings of where the president’s guards and the shooters died are still visible on the ground. I can’t help but hurt for such a loss. I remember every face because I was there when the forensic pathologist bagged all of them. “Are you okay, Sir?” one agent asks. “I mean, Jake,” he quickly corrects himself. I nod my head. “Call me weak but I revere life. They were fellow humans only performing their duties. Sons, daughters, husbands, wives, sons, daughters, parents, friends. They mattered to someone.”I am completely aware that they are the best of the military and probably used to their fellow soldiers dying. They would probably find my sentiments about human life pathetic. The beauty of it is that I don’t have to impress any of them, nor am I desperate for their respect. They all exchange look before one of them mounts up the courage to ask. “You are not ARF, are you?”I can’t help but chuckle. The A
*George POV*Black suit, shirt and shoes, I look like a million bucks as I hold my devastated mother like a good son.Grandfathers massive portrait is displayed on the screen with hundreds of really expensive flowers around his open glass casket. Add the black and gold deco, catering, the whole memorial service costed millions. It’s okay, though. The profits of all this splendour is much more. All these people are supposedly here to mourn grandfather but there is no such a thing in the world of riches. One will each say a few calculated words but the real reasons they are all here is to make more money. “I know that the two of you did not always see eye to eye, but he loved you dearly.”“I know, Mother and I loved him dearly too,” I respond with a hoarse voice. I am really good at this faking being hurt thing. Deep inside I am over the moon that the old man finally kicked the bucket. The asshole was becoming a real pain with all the Jake praising and his threats to cut me off his we
*Jake POV*Two weeks later, I wake up to find my hot mess looking at me. She has been really irrational and insecure since I arrested George. “Morning, Beautiful.”She does not respond to my greeting but gets straight to what I can only conclude has been on her mind the whole time I was sleeping. “Do you still love her? Do you want her back?”I look at her with a confused expression wondering how she reached that conclusion. “She was involved yet you only arrested George,” she adds. I can’t help but laugh at her accusations. George and his crew used Leticia’s key to enter the racetrack twice before the attack on the president. The idiots planned the whole thing there. They always stood where they thought there were no cameras but they were so wrong. They did not count on the mirror in my basement room reflecting everything to the camera across them.“That’s because she is innocent on this one,”I explain this to Tanya for the third time. As much as I wanted her guilty, we establish
*Jake POV*“Let me guess, your day off is over,” Tanya asks with a disappointment tone as I go open the door.I can’t hide my relief when her mother and sister walk in. Whew! I don’t get to be a liar today. “Jake, you look so relieved. Do you love us that much?” Mia teases before kissing my cheek and moving on to embrace her younger sister. I don’t bother responding to her but focus all my charms on my childhood crush. Growing up, I was crazy about this woman but now I absolutely adore her. Her kindness, the way she has always related to me even when I was nobody, makes her the most down to earth celebrity I have ever met. “The gorgeous, Mercy Drew. It’s always a pleasure to see you.”“That’s my mother, you idiot!” Tanya is not impressed with me.I plant a kiss on the old lady’s cheeks while they laugh at my sulking girlfriend.“I am afraid you got yourself a jealous drama queen, Son,” Mrs Drew says with a serious tone. “Mom!”I pull Tanya in my arms, already feeling bad for th
*Jake POV*It’s mid morning and the sun shining bright. I watch the women get into the car before moving under the nearest shade. I hope they are brave enough to drive off to safety if this becomes sour. The stout man quietly follows me and immediately starts talking.“Mr Anderson.” His stern commanding voice does not help me shorten the list of whom I think he is. He looks too calm and sure of himself for my liking. I curse inside for leaving my weapon behind. I am not used to being armed all the time, but it’s something I have to learn now that my life has taken such a drastic turn. I am quite an efficient martial artist, but that also has limits, especially in the open like this. This guy could be concealing a gun under that coat, giving him an upper hand over any skill I have. “What do you want?”“You wrongfully arrested my clients. I need you to drop the charges.”I chuckle and walk away from him, no longer worried if he has a weapon or not. A rich boy’s lawyer is the least of
*Jake POV*We finally get out of the car to have what will be our lunch. I catch a glimpse of someone and I can’t help but be amused. Len thought and even believed that leaving me to fend for myself was cutting off his attachments and maybe protecting me, but he was wrong. Now that I know a bit more about him and Tom, I am starting to wonder how much they crept in the corners when I was growing up. “I could swear I saw your creepy godfather.”I grin at how observant Tanya has become. “You go ahead, I will find you inside.”“Your usual?” My gorgeous saviour asks.I plant a kiss on her lips, my heart full. It really warms my heart how much attention she pays on my preferences. “My Babe knows me.” “Get a room!” Mia complains but we are used to her. “Get a man.” I hear Tanya respond as I walk away from them and around the corner. This man actually stands like a statue as if I can mistaken him for one. “Hi, Len.”“Jake.”I laugh at his poker face. “How are you?”“You are going to be
*Jake POV*“Here comes the vultures,” the police captain says before all the chaos breaks loose.In a split second, we are surrounded by journalists, each one shoving their mics on my face.“Mr Anderson, is it true that you assaulted Advocate Brent?”“Is it true that you arrested Mr Spencer as revenge for him sleeping and impregnating your ex-fiancée’?”That question catches me by surprise. I know that George dumped Leticia like a used toilet paper before his arrest. I also know that George’s mother chased her out of the her son”s apartment that very same day. The pregnancy is the first I am hearing of.“Do you not think it was a conflict of interest to have been the one handling the president’s case when you clearly have history with Mr Spencer?”I don’t even know which one is asking what and I don’t care. I flash them my innocent smile before following the captain to his car.“You look too relaxed about this, Mr Anderson,” the captain says, worriedly.“That’s because I have no reaso
*Jake POV*The following morning is chaotic at the police station. The paramedics are in and out of the cell, while the officers who were on duty last night are running around like headless chickens. They must have been so engrossed by those girls because the whole night none on them came to the cells to check what was going on. The bastards must have thought I would be dead by now. I wonder what they planned to write on their reports because their expressions when they found me standing instead of the rich idiots, was speechless. “Can anyone tell us their names?” the senior paramedic shouts. It’s really amusing because these guys are very well known yet the paramedics can’t tell them apart now. “George, Lance, Mathew, Rick and Mark,” one officer responds. The paramedic sighs. “Maybe my question was not clear. We’ve been given the names, we need to know which one is which for us to record in our assessments and for the hospital handover.”The officer looks closely at the five ma