Rose heard a door open, and she heard the sound of footsteps approaching her. She could detect that whoever had entered was wearing a heavy boot, judging from the sound. Suddenly, light flicked, and she had to shut her eyes tight as she tried to adjust to the rays of the light. When her eyes were finally getting used to the light, she scanned through her environment to notice she was in some sort of room, judging from the fact that it had a bed. Her eyes immediately went to the presence of the person who had turned on the lights. He wore black from head to toe; he was masked in black. Rose could not help but also notice that he had hair, as she had deduced it from the strands coming out of the mask."Who are you, and what do you want from me?" She asked the man, who ignored her as though she weren't in the room."Please don't hurt me; I beg you, I didn't do anything. If it is money you want, my husband has lots of it, please, I beg you." She went on and on rambling, but the man ignore
Jack had arrived back at his house after a hectic day; he still looked miserable and dejected over Rose's absence. The death of Vladimir had been announced right before him, and he knew without a doubt that war was coming, but he wasn't concerned because he believed Jeremy would work it out. His phone began to ring, and he checked it to see an unknown caller. Jack wondered why people called him these days with strange numbers."It seems a lot has been happening with you lately. So sorry about your wife anyway."Jack's mood deflated as he recognized the voice."What do you want?" He asked."Don't be like this now; is that how to respond to a simple greeting from your wife?""You are not my wife! Rose is," Jack shouted at her."Hold your horses, big boy; stop being a bitch on the phone.""If you don't have anything reasonable to say, I would be hanging up.""Hold up! I actually have something to say. It is in regards to your missing wife." Jack sat upright. "What is it? You know who did
Jack wondered why Sofia had picked this location an old building with no one living in it. He had always found reason to believe that Sofia was a psycho, and this was exactly the evidence to prove his point."You really never change from the ideology of being punctual; you held up," he said. He turned and saw Sofia all dressed up in black matching clothing. Jack thought of the character Black Widow in the Avengers movie when he saw her look."So what is it you want to tell me about Rose? Hurry up; I have no time to spare," he asked, checking his Rolex watch."You will have enough time to spare after this, I assure you," she clapped her hands, and three masked men came out from nowhere, circulating Jack. He heard a childlike cry and turned to see a fourth masked man holding Alonso in his hand. He wanted to reach out to him, but they held him down with a gun pointed at his son."You stupid bitch! It was you all along. Where is Rose?"He asked with resentment for her."That isn't part of
The few days in Italy had been terrible days for Rose; Jack was notably absent from the house and hired a female escort to watch over her. Even as she would later know she was to be called, she was nowhere near Viola, her previous bodyguard, and was a witch in disguise; she was irritating and annoying, and above all, she was always looking at Rose as though in a few seconds she would escape. On this particular day, she had tucked in Alonso to sleep and decided to head down stairs to check the latest buzz in the entertainment world when she came across a strange channel with Jack's face as the guest for the show. She was beyond shocked to see Imade standing side by side with him. She settled down on the couch and watched on as the show commenced."Welcome to our show, Mr. and Mrs. Jack," said the presenter, whom Rose would eventually know as Linda introduced them."Great to have us on the show; I mean, we never thought we would be honored, but either way, it is great to be here," Imade r
When Jeremy and Rose arrived, the event seemed to have already started, as the guests seemed to have all arrived earlier than they had. Stepping out of the limousine, Jeremy was dressed in a black turtleneck covered with a stylish designer trench coat. He had picked this style of fashion because he was fed up with the conventional tuxedo that people usually wear to grace an occasion.He entwined his arms with Rose, who looked nothing above spectacular in her dress. She wore a black gown that had a marble-like design carved on its fabric. Rose was certain that this outfit would cost a fortune. She wasn't interested in even coming for this show, but because she was under contract to meet up as Jeremy's wife, she had to grace the occasion. It was somehow ironic to believe that a few years ago, it was Jack who had been offered to be his wife, and now his stepbrother is doing the same. Though she would pick Jack ten times over Jeremy not because of their features but because there was so
"It's good to see you again, son." Priscilla exclaimed, hugging Jack, "You don't look your happy self." She exclaimed, noticing the gloomy countenance of her son."You really believe I will be happy knowing you orchestrated all this shite happening? Why Priscilla? Why did you choose to ruin my life? To ruin Rose's life, what has that girl ever done to you?"Priscilla sighed, taking her seat on the couch."I was only trying to do you a favor, Jack; that girl was no good for you!" Jack chuckled, taking his seat opposite her."Where is she right now?" Priscilla didn't answer the question; she pretended to be watching the movies."Answer me, dammit! Where the fuck are Rose and my son?" Jack was seeing red at the moment. He knew Priscilla was keeping them hostage."I don't think I will want to tell you where she is; I will remind you that you have a contract with Imade, and I hope you are aware that if you screw up, you will not only lose your beloved wife but also your son." Jack stood up
"I think you overwork yourself too much. Jack's voice brought him back to reality from the pile of documents on his table. Apparently, he couldn't go to work; he wanted to distract himself from the situation at hand and so decided to run some paperwork he had abandoned for days and weeks.Jack had been so engrossed in his work that he didn't know the time had gone by so quickly; thus, when Imade's voice brought him back to reality, he was naturally weak and tired."Here, have a glass of wine." I handed a glass to him. Jack didn't hesitate before he gulped the entire drink, and it felt really good. After some minutes, he began to feel dizzy. Holding his head up, he noticed the smirk on Imade's face."You bitch! What did you do to my drink?" he managed to say as he saw white dots appearing in his vision before his eyes began to twitch."Don't worry, Jack; I didn't poison you, but instead, the pill will make you sexually inclined. I am starving sexually, and I need you. Knowing the type
When Jack woke up the following morning, he held his head right as he was having a migraine. It took him time to adjust to the entire environment. Suddenly, something crossed his mind, and he raised the duvet up to see that he was naked. So many foggy memories of what happened last night flashed through his brain, but he could not piece them together. His door opened, and Imade came in with breakfast."I see you are awake," she remarked, placing the tray on her lap as she sat down and looked at him."What happened last night?" Jack looked at her, waiting for an answer."Nothing, except for the fact that you were really a power horse in bed, I will give it to you that you are naturally gifted, Jack," she followed her statement up with an irritating giggle.Memories of seeing Image on top of him, straddling and riding him flashed through his brain, and at that moment, his eyes widened in shock."We had sex?""It is really funny that you don't remember last night for the heat and intense