She cleared her throat without uttering a word. She just stood there and watched Ashton place his order. It came to her that she should try to continue their conversation in a calm manner.
A question would never hurt. "Who are those drugs for?" She folded her arms behind her back as she asked.
"Someone." He responded plainly.
A sigh escaped her mouth at his reply. There was no way to avoid the problem she had just stirred other than an apology. Another sigh left her mouth before she began talking.
"Listen, I am so sorry for my outburst, I just didn't understand why you would do such a thing but now I get it. My brother is a big jerk for trying to hurt you and I promise you that I'll never ever let him do something like that again."
"No need to apologize, I understand what it feels like to want to protect someone you love." His eyes lingered on her for a moment as the words left his mouth.
She felt her whole pers
Ashton's steps came to a halt as he stood a few feet away from the car that the razz man had run to. A young man stepped out of the car with dark shades shielding his eyes from the sun. He slammed the door behind him and the razz man seemed totally composed in front of him.No translator was needed to tell Ashton that that was the boss the razz man was talking about. He was dressed in a black suit with white linings decoration on it. A red necktie peeked out of the top of his neatly buttoned shirt. His shoe was a black that shone so brightly like the car he had stepped down from. The man had Viking colored hair with brown stubble beards. His eyes were a light blue as Ashton took a proper look at him and his pink lips pouted disappointedly as he stared at the jazz man. "Rio! Where is Rebecca?" The boss questioned as he shot the razz man with a deadly scowl. "Boss, it really wasn't my fault!" Rio explained while holding on to his aching stomach. "I went in there to grab her for yo
Myles had managed to get into her head with his words of deceit and Rebecca had hoped she could bring herself to not believe it but easier said than done. Myles held her hand in his gently yet firmly. "Listen to me, I know it is kind of difficult for you to process things right now but I think I know what you need right now..." His voice was a calming tone that could bring a sheepish smile to a woman's face if it were a normal occasion. She looked up at him with an inquisitive expression on her face. Her face flushed red as her eyes widened with so much surprise, the last thing she had expected was happening right in front of her.A silver piece of jewelry shimmered in front of her eyes and the diamonds used to bring it to life reflected through her eyes with a beautiful glint. He had removed a small black box from his pocket and when he opened it, a diamond ring sat inside it. A gasp left her mouth. "Myles! What are you...?""Rebecca... Ms. Knowles... All you need right now is so
The whole hospital room was upside down. Nothing could be done by drowsy Theron who laid on the bed, half awoken from all the noise and half sleepy from his pain relief pills. Rebecca was too weak a person to take on a thug by herself and Myles was frightened to death by the name he had heard from the man. There was only one Brynn in the whole of Beaumont city courageous enough to go around causing trouble and taking whatever woman he desired without being questioned by the law and it was Matson Brynn, also known as the god of all thugs. Myles swallowed hard, he told himself he had heard wrong as the Brynn family's son was away from the city and his arrival had not been made known yet so he was probably just a thug with the same name. If he wasn't a random thug then he would introduce himself by telling them who his father was firstly just to incite fear in them."Mr Jameson, please help us!" Diana yelled out as she struggled to free herself from Jason's strong grip. Diana's word
Diana felt like her insides had turned to the outside. How dare he be such a coward? It was understanding when Ashton did it, he probably hated her daughter and cared less if she was looted away but him?!!Myles was supposed to marry his daughter but yet he cowered away now. "Mr Jameson! What are you saying?!" Her eyes bulged out like he was about to pop out of her eye sockets. Myles just remained quiet where he laid while Jason roared a mocking laugh. How was he to still speak up about Rebecca and that she was about to become his bride? With such a situation, he had to choose between saving himself or her. He wasn't daft enough to choose someone else's life over his own dear life no matter who the person was. His determination to remain there without moving a muscle was very strong as he lay still on the ground no matter how many times Diana chose to call out his name to fight. "So, Mr Jameson... Do you mind if I take her with me? Do you feel the need to stop me if I do so?" Ja
Jason roared a laugh. "You had your chance, prince charming." He turned towards Rio. "Bring her over here and teach this young hero a lesson. After this class, you'll never save anyone ever again." Rio did as his boss commanded, carefully placing Rebecca down next to Jason who kept a firm grip over her wrist while she struggled to escape. "Ashton! Don't be foolish! Run now! They'll kill you!" Rebecca hollered hoping he would at least listen to her and leave. "Last chance hero." Jason added. "Sorry but I don't take orders from anyone." Ashton responded. Jason smirked. "This is going to be interesting. The last one didn't try to fight back so it was just too boring. Break his bones boys." With his order, Jason's thugs rushed forward for Ashton, all of them attacking almost at the same time. As the men reached forward to strike Ashton, each of them found themselves on the ground, lying in a pile against each other. All Ashton needed to do was to target a sensitive part of
Jason Brynn grinned as he saw the looks on Rebecca's and her mother's face. Rebecca was indeed left in shock as she heard the description of the man that Ashton had just struck. The son of the known and feared Matson Brynn! A thug like a god! There was no escaping his wrath if Ashton were to harm him even more. Definitely, they would all be dragged into facing his deadly wrath and that was the last thing Rebecca or even her mother ever wanted. Jason sat up on the floor with a sinister grin on his face. He licked the blood off of his lower lip while trying to taunt Ashton with his gaze. "Do you know who I am now?" Ashton shrugged his shoulders plainly. "I don't think I care enough to know.""You ignorant fool! I will kill you and have your head hung on your doorstep for your entire family to see and then I'll order them never to take it down so they can be reminded of how foolish you were on this day!" Jason threatened him."Unless…" he muttered gently. "Unless you acknowledge me
Rio wanted to snap to his feet and give the stranger a good beating but he needed no one to tell him that he would only be getting himself killed. So he remained on the floor while thinking of a way to intimate Ashton to the extent that he would have to give up and run away. "Don't you know who Mr Brynn is? Huh?! Why are you acting so stubbornly?! I'm only telling you this so you can have a chance to save your life you useless freak! Stop now and leave!" He growled at his loudest. "You little troublesome troll! Why won't you listen when they are giving you a chance?! Huh?!" Diana growled. "Stop being so foolish! Nobody needs your heroism!" "Really?" Ashton arched his brow at the howling woman. "This jerk right here was about to do terrible things to Rebecca-- your own daughter and yet you side him now just because you hear he is the son of some thug?!""You are wrong! If any one is the jerk here then it's you! Mr Brynn only insisted on grabbing a drink with my daughter, you are the
The road ahead felt dark and lonely even though the sun was still up and shining. Ashton made his way through several people that occupied the road with rage burning inside of him.At first, it was anger, then it soon developed into self hatred. But after a while, it dissolved into emptiness. He felt like an empty vessel as he walked down the road with his hands buried into the depth of his pocket.The sky was a beautiful light blue with white smokish clouds floating about and the way everything came together to make a beautiful picture, including the birds that flew around in the farthest part of the sky making them look like little floating objects, it could make a sad person feel better just by looking at it.But Ashton didn't even see the specialty in it at the moment, what he felt was the sun beating down on him heavily-- even though it wasn't that heavy-- and a bunch of birds flying about aimlessly in the cloud that hurt his eyes a little when he tried to look at it. He had ne
The night was thick and the wind blew incessantly as Rebecca Knowles sat alone in her dark study. Her fingers drummed anxiously and noisily against the glass table as she mulled and thought over and over about the events of the past few weeks. She had played her hand well, or so she had thought. Manipulating Ashton and blackmailing him with Kelvin was one of her best plans in her grand scheme—everything had gone exactly as she planned. She let out a laughter at the thought. Soon and no one would hear anymore about the man, Ashton Pearce. He would be long gone, and so would his legacy. She was going to make sure of it. But right now, there was this unusual feeling of unease that was beginning to creep in. Things weren’t adding up. No doubt, Ashton had been far too calm lately, and she could feel something shifting beneath the surface, something she hadn’t accounted for. She hoped that it wasn't exactly what it was that she was thinking. As far as she knew, Ashton had asked to see Ke
Ashton paced the length of his living room, the dark light of the evening made out very long shadows against the walls. His mind raced as ge struggled to process the bombshell his informant had just dropped on him. For the last few weeks, Rebecca had held the upper hand, weaponizing that kid against him, threatening to take away the one thing he had vowed to protect above all else. But now, everything had shifted. The truth, as ugly as it was, lay before him. Kelvin wasn’t even his son.He grabbed his head as he felt the migraine come down on his oh so heavily. She was sick, Rebecca. His phone buzzed on the coffee table, and without hesitation, he grabbed it, his thumb hovered frantically over Thomas Gomez's contact. Ashton’s mind flashed back to their last conversation—the one where Thomas had warned him about Rebecca’s unpredictability. He was right, more than Ashton wanted to admit.Taking a deep breath, Ashton hit the call button. It rang twice before Thomas answered.“Gomez,”
Ashton had barely left the bar when his phone rang again. This time, it wasn’t Marco or Elizabeth—it was someone unexpected. He glanced at the screen and saw the name. A cold chill washed over him as he hesitated for a moment before answering.“Pearce,” the voice on the other end growled, low and menacing. It was Gregory, one of Rebecca’s most trusted associates and a man who had never hidden his disdain for Ashton. “We need to talk. Now.”Ashton’s hand tightened around his phone. “What do you want, Gregory?” he asked. “There’s no time for games. Meet me at the old pier in thirty minutes. Don’t be late.” The line went dead before Ashton could reply.A sense of unease settled over him. What could Gregory possibly want? He had never approached Ashton directly before, and the suddenness of the call reeked of desperation. Ashton wasn’t a fool—he knew he was walking into something dangerous. But if Gregory had information or was willing to talk, it was worth the risk.He texted Elizabeth
Ashton’s thoughts raced as he walked alongside Elizabeth, their footsteps echoed down the dimly lit streets. The weight of Rebecca’s threats still hung heavily in the air, but Elizabeth’s revelation about the mysterious meeting had lit a fire within him. He needed answers—and fast. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and when he saw the name on the screen, a flicker of hope stirred within him.It was his contact, the spy he had placed to gather intel on Rebecca."Ashton," the voice on the other end was low, cautious. "I’ve got something big. Meet me at the usual spot in an hour. You need to hear this in person." He said to him. Ashton nodded, though the man couldn’t see him. "I’ll be there." He said. Elizabeth looked at him questioningly, and Ashton explained, “It’s my guy. He has something—something important. This might be the break we need.” he said to her. Elizabeth nodded, her expression unreadable but supportive. "I’ll come with you." She said. They headed to the meeting plac
Ashton stood under the shower, the steam enveloped him like a shroud. The water cascaded down his body and it washed away the remnants of the earlier confrontation with Rebecca, but he knew the bitterness of her words lingered in his mind like a stain that wouldn't come out. He could hear her mocking laughter echoing in the recesses of his thoughts, taunting him with the possibility of losing everything he held dear, including his son and his job.His phone buzzed incessantly on the counter, jolting him from his thoughts. Elizabeth's name flashed on the screen, and he immediately felt a feeling of urgency mixed with dread. He had kept her in the dark about the fallout with Rebecca, not wanting to drag her into the chaos. But as he turned off the water and toweled himself off, he knew he couldn't hide from her forever.After pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, he picked up the phone and answered. “Hey, Liz." He said. “Ashton,” Elizabeth’s voice came through, steady a
Ashton leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking beneath him as he stared at the glowing screen of his phone. The fury that had once consumed him now simmered beneath a surface of determination. Rebecca had made her move, but he was ready to play the game on his own terms. He had to find a way to outsmart her—find a way to reclaim not just his son, but his entire life.He opened his contact list, scrolling through names until he landed on the one that stood out. A name he hadn’t thought he’d have to rely on again: Myles Jameson. They hadn’t spoken since their falling out over the rumors, but desperate times called for desperate measures.With a deep breath, he dialed Myles’ number, his heart racing as the line rang. He had no idea how Myles would react after everything that had happened, but he couldn’t let fear hold him back.The call connected, and after a few rings, Myles’ voice broke through. “Ashton? Is that you?” Myles asked. “Yeah, it’s me,” Ashton replied, trying to kee
Ashton Pearce paced back and forth in his apartment, his phone was clutched tightly in his hand as he paced. The walls felt like they were closing in on him, like they were going to suffocate him as the weight of his situation bore down on him. His career, his reputation—everything he had worked so hard for—was now on the line, and he knew exactly who was behind it. Rebecca.Why was she being this way ?Why did she had to be so cruel and evil to him?The sound of his phone dialing Rebecca’s number sent a jolt of fury through him. He'd had enough of her games. After about three rings, the line finally clicked open and her cool, composed voice greeted him.“Ashton,” Rebecca said, her tone was smooth. It was laced with a venomous sweetness that made his blood boil. “What a surprise.” She purred into the phone. “Cut the crap, Rebecca,” Ashton snapped at her, he was unable to keep the anger from his voice. “I want to see my son. Where’s Kelvin?” he demanded. Since she claimed he was h
Rebecca’s mind still buzzed endlessly with how intense and the discussions of her meeting she had with Miguel as the car cruised through the darkened city streets. She glanced out of the window, and watched the blurred lights as they passed, but her thoughts has already spinned ahead, she anticipated her next move. Miguel was a snake, she knew that much, but for now, he was her snake—one she could use to finally dismantle the Cooper empire alongside Ashton Pearce and claim her victory.But as much as she felt in control, there was a gnawing voice in the back of her mind. Was she truly prepared for what working with Miguel would entail? She knew that she wasn’t naive. Miguel played by his own rules, and while he may have agreed to their alliance, she knew trust was a fragile thing in their world. Still, the adrenaline that coarsed through her vein was undeniable. The rush of power, the thrill of knowing she was about to topple giants—it was almost addictive. Myles wouldn’t underst
Rebecca stepped out of the sleek black car, the hum of the city faded as she stood before the entrance to Miguel’s exclusive club, the same one she had been to with Myles but tonight, let's just say she was doing things in her own terms and by that, going with Myles was too much crowd. The neon lights flickered above the doorway, it illuminated an eerie glow on the street. Tonight was different—tonight, she had come alone.Myles had no idea about her plan, and she oh so discreetly intended to keep it that way. This was her decision, her strategy to forge a new alliance and take control of the situation. Myles could be too cautious, too predictable. But Rebecca knew that if they were going to bring down the Coopers, they needed someone ruthless, someone like Miguel.Not that she hadn't slandered him behind his back, but he mustn't know about that. She was dressed to kill, she wore a dark emerald dress that hugged her frame, it exuded power and confidence. Her heels clicked against the