Son-in-Law: A Commoner's Path to Revenge

Ch. 07 - Damien Shaw

The tranquility of the garden met the patriarch’s fury when his thunderous voice silenced even the chirping birds.

With a hint of sarcasm in his voice, the first son scolded. 

“My men saw her entering his apartment about an hour ago. She still hasn’t come out!”

 “That ungrateful wench! Let her come back, and I’ll show her who’s the boss!”

“What about Jackson?”

“He’ll get what’s coming to him. We just must be a little patient with the little fiend!”

Not even a second passed and the alluring woman with the raven hair joined them at the kiosk. 

“What are you guys doing out here? The sun is scorching.”

The old patriarch glared at his son, who hurriedly picked up his phone and called his men. 

“What’s the situation?”

[Yes sir. She’s still in there!]

The first son looked at the woman in front of him, confused. “A-Are you sure?”

[Yes, sir!]

He looked at his father and shook his head.

***

At Jackson’s apartment, a woman peeks through the curtain, making sure the black cars following her have left. She sighed in relief and turned to Jackson. 

“I’ve gotta go. Keep this meeting a secret, please?!”

She didn’t wait for Jackson’s reply and took off.

[One hour ago!]

She introduced herself as Rina Shaw. The first daughter of Southfield’s mafia boss. She had infiltrated the Raven family to keep tabs on them. According to her, the family has shady dealings with another group.

In Jackson’s memory; the Shaws used to be a prominent family until someone murdered Lady Shaw, the head of the family, Rina’s grandmother. Her father took over and turned it into a criminal syndicate while searching for the guilty party that harmed his family.

Eventually, the name of Shaw left the light, and everyone thought they had perished. He wasn’t sure why she disclosed such information to him, whom he had just met, but he agreed to keep it between them.

“You don’t know me. Why did you trust me with this information?”

The woman’s alluring eyes revealed a playful notion, making Jackson feel uncomfortable. Her voluptuous body swayed as she got closer to him. Her slender fingers touched his lips, forcing him to gulp.

She leaned forward until her breasts touched his chest. Her soft breath tickled his ears. A rose-colored blush appeared on his cheeks when her gentle whisper echoed in his head.

“Of course I know you, Mr. Jackson Taylor!”

Jackson, taken aback by her remark, remained silent. She entangled her body on him, raising the heat in his body. Unconsciously, he grabbed the woman’s slender waist and pulled her close. Rina ran her hand over his chest and caressed his hair with a smile on her face.

“That’s as far as we go, young master!”

Jackson pulled her head closer until their lips touched. Rina didn’t pull back, instead she shoved her tongue into his mouth.

His hand, holding her waist, slithered down her firm ass. With a swift twist of her body, Rina turned around and pressed against him. Jackson could only grab her chest and squeeze it as Rinna rubbed herself on him.

A knock on the window brought their interaction to an end.

With visible annoyance written all over his face, Jackson clicked his tongue.

“Damn!”

Jackson saw a girl looking like Rina entering through it. The girls changed places with one another. The first daughter climbed out the window and was about to leave when Jackson approached her. 

“I want to meet your father!”

“Hu Hu! I’ll let him know!”

In the apartment, brewing with awkwardness, was Jackson with another girl. He looked at her, surprised.

 “Who are you?”

In a calm demeanor, her soft voice escaped her lips. “The Raven family follows Miss Rina. If they don’t see her leave, they can’t report her whereabouts.”

Jackson didn’t question her further. He admired the cunning woman who slipped out and had thought that far ahead just to meet with him.

[Present time!]

Jackson sighed. “I wonder what else those bastards are hiding.”

His mind went through a spiral when he thought about a possibility. Why did his parents leave The Raven family?

Lost in thought, he fell asleep on the chair.

***

Nighttime came with a sudden chill in the air. Jackson sneezed himself awake. Drowsy as he was, he reluctantly left his chair and went to the kitchen. His growling stomach wouldn’t let him get a shut eye later on.

While making dinner, a knock on the door startled him. He turned the flame off and went to the door. He looked through the peephole and saw three men he didn’t know. 

“Who is it?”

He noticed them slip a piece of folded paper under the door. He picked up and read the contents.

[Damien Shaw]

Jackson gulped. He didn’t expect they’d be so quick. Cautiously, he opened the door. A burly man in a black suit went in first and looked around. He tapped the earpiece and whispered. 

“All clear!”

 A middle-aged man with messy gray-black hair and a beard of the same color walked in. The other burly man waited outside.

“I’ll wait here. Go take a bath and get changed!”

“We can’t talk here.”

Jackson was about to protest when the burly man inside growled at him. He swallowed his irritation and did as that man with the gray-black hair told him.

A few minutes later, Jackson returned with a fresh change of clothes.

Jackson followed them into a limousine parked a few meters away from his apartment. The middle-aged man next to him handed him a bag.

“Put this over your head, please!”

With an erratic heartbeat and sweaty skin, Jackson grabbed the bag. With no idea what to think, he could only obey. He cursed himself internally when he asked to meet Rina’s father.

***

The car parked, and they pulled him out. After a while, they seated him in a chair and removed the bag from his head. It took a while for his eyes to adjust to the new lighting of the room.

He found himself at a table and across from him sat a girl dressed to the nines. Maybe a year younger than him. At first, he didn’t recognize her, but as time passed, he made the connection. It was the same girl he bumped into.

A servant placed a plate of food in front of him before he could utter a word.

“I’m Damien Shaw. This is my youngest daughter, Alicia.”

Jackson was unsure how to respond.

“First, we eat. Then we talk!”