My heart sank as I shut my eyes and opened them in pure disbelief. Archer was back with the Enforcer’s Sister?! I thought that after his disappearing act last Christmas till the new year, it was over between them. I had given the little bitch some form of immunity because she was Mark's little sister, Mark had just died, and I believed Archer was doing her out of misguided loyalty to his late friend. But now, seeing them together, letting her meet Victor Donovan, it shattered my hopes. ‘No, it couldn't be true. It must be a mistake, a misunderstanding,’ I thought to myself. But the evidence was right in front of me, with every gesture, every glance, the way Archer touched and looked at her made me feel like I was witnessing a nightmare. When he kissed her again, I couldn't bear to watch. I turned away, unable to stand seeing him treat her the way I deserved to be treated. The pain and jealousy gnawed at me, and I tried to hide my emotions, but it was too much to bear.My mind was a w
My heart pounded in my chest as frustration and anger coursed through me. "Calm down, Jessica, think," I told myself sternly, trying to regain control of the chaotic situation. With a plan forming in my mind, I swiftly repacked my carryall, the one I had brought from Brooks. My bag always contained essentials - a gun, a pocket knife, and a Taser, prepared for any dangerous circumstances. Though lacking latex gloves, I made do with my trusty leather gloves, a habit of mine.I knew time was of the essence; once Victor arrived at the suite, the place would be swarming with guards. Whatever I needed to do, it had to be fast. I approached the side window, hoping to find a solution. But alas, the window was tightly shut, leaving no option to dispose of a body that way. The balcony seemed plausible, but the risk of exposure in broad daylight was too great.Carrying my purse, my hands trembled as I retrieved the gun, seeking out my mother's whereabouts amidst the echoing curses that confirmed
After walking for an extended period, I stumbled upon a secluded part of the woods where the ground gently sloped down to the water's edge. I dropped the bags and decided to take a swim to cleanse the blood and the aftermath of sex.After the refreshing swim, I dried off and changed into a more comfortable outfit – a thick turtleneck top paired with blue jeans. Opting for different ankle-high boots. Settling down, I decided to rummage through my mother's things. Among my mother's belongings, I discovered a lighter, which struck me as odd since she never smoked. There were also multiple credit cards and a substantial amount of one-hundred-dollar bills. As I pulled out her phone, I couldn't help but notice numerous missed calls from Victor Donovan, reigniting my frustration and anger.While browsing through her chats, I noticed an unsaved number that seemed to have regular correspondence with my mother. Intrigued, I began to investigate further, checking the frequency of calls and chat
My body trembled as I watched in disbelief, unable to tear my eyes away from the painful scene unfolding before me."Victor..." I managed to whisper, my voice shaky with emotion. The sight of him being intimate with another woman while I helplessly watched tore me apart inside. "Please!" I cried, desperate for him to stop this madness. But he remained unmoved, callously disregarding my pleas."Stop it!" I screamed, my anguish echoing through the room. The girl continued riding him, faster and faster, until she reached her climax. Her pleasure-filled moans mixed with my tearful cries, creating an unsettling symphony in the room."Thank you, Rosa. Get cleaned up," Victor said casually, kissing the girl and playfully smacking her on her ass. She giggled in response. "There's something in the bedside drawer for you," he added."Thank you, baby," she cooed, retrieving bundles of cash from the drawer and squealing with delight. She rushed back to kiss Victor on the lips, giving me a sly gla
The insistent ringing of my phone roused me from my sleep, and I tried not to disturb Adele as I reached over her to grab it from the nightstand. Slipping out of bed, naked, I walked into the hallway leading to the living room. "Dad?" I answered the call. "Patricia has been found. She is dead," Victor Donovan's voice came through. "Damn it!" I cursed, running my hand over my face and through my hair. "Jessica?" "She's on the run. I had hoped she wasn't that far gone. She's completely unstable. Where's your girl?" he inquired. "She's with me," I replied. "Good. Keep her close," he advised. "She wouldn't dare!" I growled. "That's what I thought until I saw her mother's body. She killed her and a taxi driver. Watch your back, son. Let your men know to shoot her on sight," he warned. "I'm sorry about Patricia, Dad," I said, knowing that my father may not have genuinely cared for his late wife, but she was still his companion, albeit a short-lived one. "Thanks, son. I'm having her
As we made our way back to my place, I quickly sent Archer a text, updating him on my whereabouts."Go home to my place, Adele. Must I have that little house of yours bulldozed before you move in permanently, Honey?" Archer's playful response made me giggle."I will go there only if you are coming home," I teased in my text."I am, love, okay?" His reply warmed my heart."Okay. I miss you," I typed, expressing my longing for him."I miss you more," he sweetly responded. Leaning back in the comfortable back seat of the car, I let out a sigh, contemplating the idea of moving in with him.The thought of it made me want to discuss it with Jade and Tiffany. It had been quite some time since we had all gotten together for lunch; lately, our interactions were limited to chat messages.Excitement bubbled inside me as I hastily typed and sent the message to our group chat with Jade and Tiffany. "He asked me again to move in with him!!""Again?!" Tiffany's response was quick, followed by a shoc
"What the hell is wrong with you? Calling the cops to intercept the DEA?!" Victor Donovan growled at me as soon as he laid eyes on me."They are not real DEA, Mr. Donovan," the head of the precinct spoke up, and my father gave him a single glance, which silenced the older man. Paul Anderson was not a stranger to my father; he had been on his payroll since the day he joined the force. Many law enforcement officers were in his pocket, but my father preferred not to get caught, maintaining a squeaky-clean record for years."They are not real DEA, you say?" Victor Donovan repeated, seemingly unconvinced."They are, Dad. What Paul meant was that they weren't working for the government in this case. They came after Adele, and planted coke in the car, but it is my car. I am responsible," I explained, trying to clarify the situation."Who are they? Who are they working for?" He asked, his expression intense."They go by the name 'Agent X.' I will handle it, Dad," I said, holding his gaze."I'
The truth about the Donovans and their dangerous connections had finally dawned on me. Mark had always known, but I had been blind to it, following his teaching to only focus on what concerned us directly.My emotions were in turmoil. Deceived? No, I couldn't say that. Archer had been upfront about being a bad man, but the extent of his dealings remained a mystery.Henry's knowledge of my place didn't surprise me; we had spent the day before searching for the perfect building for my pharmaceutical company. After settling on one, we bought office furniture and lab supplies. I was supposed to be preparing for a celebratory dinner with Archer, not caught up in this chaotic situation.Feeling cold and shaken, I hugged myself as Henry parked his car in front of my house and opened the door for me. With a whispered "Thanks," I headed to the back of the house, Amidst the chaos, I had left my bag, phone, and house key in Archer's car. However, I had already changed the locks after losing my k