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The club was packed to the brim when Valencia entered. With people milling about, girls out for action and guys ready to give them. Gangsters and regular people alike twisted and turned on the dance floor so packed that she wondered how anyone was able to breathe at all. One would think that a party that belonged to a police officer would be free of people on the shady side of the law but the opposite was the case in Felix's lounge that night. The place was crawling with them. Valencia could pick out the bulge of guns in some’s pockets as they danced, and stood around smoking while some smooched with their partners. Distaste filled her mouth as she looked around furtively trying to catch a glimpse of the birthday boy but the smoke-hazed room almost made it impossible to pick people’s faces out. The atmosphere was cloying with the smoke of weed, grass and the occasional cigarettes. For a police officer? This was beyond outrageous. She wondered if he did not care about what the publi
Jordan couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten so angry, especially over something that had nothing to do with him. He was known for being calm no matter how nerve-wracking the situation was after all. It was one major reason why he became the youngest sheriff in the history of Rova county, why he was so good at being a policeman and why he was a damn good private investigator, after all. But he saw her looking so damn sexy in that ridiculous getup she had on in a club filled with a pack of bastards who would as soon ravish her as blink their eyes. A few paces away from where he spotted Dickson earlier, another capital asshole who wouldn’t mind adding any new morsel to his long line of conquest, he just lost it. “Are you out of your mind?” he asked in anger as he ignored her jibe at his momentary job. “What on earth do you think you are doing here by this time of the night in that?!” he said jabbing a finger towards her slinky clothes. Her hazel eyes fired up and she drew in
Valencia wished the ground would just open up and swallow her, but since that would mean more humiliation in the presence of her nemesis, she simply opened her momentarily closed eyes and bent down to salvage what she could from the wreckage on the floor. A futile move, but she would rather do that than face..."What? You are just going to ignore me now?" The voice said, as the person who called her earlier sauntered to her front.He stepped on the pieces of glass in front of her and crushed them hard with the heel of his black, sophisticated boot. Valencia had no choice but to swallow her anger and embarrassment as she lifted her head to look at Bastion Issachar.Well, she at least knew that he was the person behind the domino mask. “Okay, what the hell is with the masks?” she thought momentarily in anger as she was forced to be in a weak position in front of the most hateful person she had ever come across. Her stepbrother.But then she remembered how dangerous her situation was, an
The headlights stayed on for a moment without dimming.“Who is that?” Valencia called out in anger. She had no idea who could be playing such a prank on her, but she was certain that it couldn’t be Jordan.When nobody answered her, she removed her hand from her face and turned to leave. She wondered how she had not realized that assholes lived in her building. Not that she had been here long enough to know anyway.The lights went off suddenly, and she looked back again to see Bastion getting out of the car. Her eyes were still adjusting to the lights, but she could see him clearly.“What the hell is wrong with you?” she yelled at him, even as she realized that her cover had been blown. She couldn’t go in now, so she thought fast as she changed her direction and moved towards him.“That is a question for you, bitch,” Bastion answered as he removed his mask. “You back-biting bitch. You are rolling with the enemies now, eh? You are going to regret this, baby sister,” he said as he came a
“Where is she?”Jordan jerked his head up from the document he was trying to concentrate on and blinked up at his cousin. His very unexpected cousin.“Chione?” he called in confusion.“Good to see you too, cuz,” Chione answered absentmindedly before she sat down abruptly in the chair in front of Jordan’s desk. Then she pointed towards the door and asked again in a near-whisper, “Where is she?”“Where is who?” Jordan asked as he rubbed hard at his forehead, where a raging headache was currently brewing. Nothing made sense. Just like the sudden disappearance of his so-called assistant-slash-rookie. “Laura? You must have seen...” He looked sharply at her inquisitive face and asked, “Wait, what are you doing here? Did you take a leave? I am sure it is not yet time for your annual leave. Do your parents know you are here? Why are you even here, Chi?” he asked rapidly, his confusion mounting.“Wow, slow down, 'dad'. Will you?” Chione said with a grin, the anxious look on her face gone for a
“Apache is Dreadlord?”Chione nodded before she bit into her juicy burger. The sauce slipped off the sides, and she swiped it with her finger, then licked it off before she gave Jordan her full attention. “You and many others know him as Dreadlord. I know that Dreadlord is the same man as Apache Isacchar, your assistant’s..."“Father. Yes, yes, I get that. How did you know, though?”Jordan wondered as he looked at his cousin in amazement. Even he just discovered recently that Dreadlord is the current leader of all the crime rings in Baleria and beyond. He was hoping that Dickson would lead him to the man. And Chione just happen to know the man’s name and who he was related to?“Remember the nickname I earned in college?” Chione asked with a grin as she popped a chip in her mouth.“Cat?” Jordan asked testily, wondering how that had anything to do with the current issue.“Wrong again. Eagle Eye. That was what I was called. I didn’t earn that nickname for nothing. There was a reason for i
Mollie was not in the house when they arrived.She was pacing in agitation in front of the office building with the office phone in her hand. She rushed forward as fast as her legs would allow as the car barreled into the driveway.“Thank God you are here. I forgot the new emergency number again,” she said anxiously as Jordan parked the car.“Speed-dial 5,” Jordan answered automatically. “What happened?”“You need to see for yourself. She wouldn’t open her eyes,” she answered as she dialled the emergency number.Jordan and Chione rushed inside. “What the fuck?” Chione yelled as Jordan took in the devastation of what had once been his pristine firm.Every furniture in the offices was upended. Some broken. Books from the library were thrown about. Jordan’s experiments and inventions were all smashed to nothing. The computers were gouged with the figurines that Laura kept on her table. It was a total massacre. Amidst all the chaos, Laura lay in an uncomfortable angle. She was unconscious
Limping badly and scarred-faced, Maria went through the door of the storehouse that one of the men standing outside it held open for her. “Thank you,” she said before she passed through. Valencia thought that her dehydration was finally making her lose it when she heard the voice. Maria couldn’t possibly be there. She looked up and was amazed when she saw that it was really Maria. “Maria?” She licked her parched lips and raised her head higher. “Maria, is that you?” Maria gingerly placed the tray in her hands on the table and quickly went over to pull back the curtains from the shrouded, barred window, then she limped back to Valencia’s side. “It is me, miss. It is me” she said with tears in her eyes. Valencia’s eyes widened and her excitement dimmed when she saw the huge, ugly scar that covered most of her right cheek “Your…face. What happened to your face, Maria?” she asked instantly, hoping that it was not what she thought. Yet she knew. Maria turned her face away from Valenci