She looked at her surroundings and she started having a panic attack when she saw the vast ocean that surrounded the ship, she's actually Aquaphobic."You'll be fine as long as you don't try to escape or go near the railings. I didn't bother tying you because I know you're Aquaphobic" Saint smirked."You're a devil!!" Rose screamed in tears."No baby, I'm a saint" Saint smirked, the ship kept sailing like that, heading for Persia. Rose knew there was no hope for her anymore.…….. Alison's car stopped in front of the station, she called Ramsey on her way
His eyes widened when he saw Rose sinking into the water and not just that, a dangerous shark was swimming towards her."Boss!! Boss !!" The engineer yelled loudly and Saint quickly rushed out of his cabin."What!? What is it??" Saint asked . "Why were you yelling, Simon?" He asked."It's your daughter, Rose. She jumped into the water and I saw a large shark swimming towards her" Simon said."What?!!" Saint walked towards the railings but there was no sight of Rose or the shark, it seemed like they had gone far deep in the water."Boss, I think you should jump in and save her," Simon said.
"I owe you, man. Thank you for saving my sister.""Of course. What we do for each other." Psalms smiled as he patted Christian's shoulder, "I'll get going now."They were quick to rush Rose to the hospital, and thankfully, her issue wasn't a big deal. Her respiration and health were back to normal, and she was just lying on the bed, resting."Sure! We'll see later, man." Christian smiled back, "I'mma treat you back for the favor.""I'll be so glad if that treatment comes from you.""Of course…"A cough interrupted Christian. It was Rose.Psalms' smile faltered slightly at the cough. He glanced at Rose, concern flickering in his eyes."Hey, you alright, Rose?" Christian asked, his gaze turning to his sister.Rose shifted weakly on the bed, a tired smile gracing her lips. "Yeah, just a little tickle in my throat. Must be from all the water, right?""Yeah. Right.""You're awake, daughter." Mr. Gabriel, who was almost asleep, stood up, "Oh my lovely daughter." He sniffed and gave Rose a f
Frustration laced Austin's voice.He eyed Alison with a mix of concern and frustration. "Here you are, clinging to me when you have this massive issue with your husband, and Angela's health is failing? What happens to the others? What about everyone else?!"Discomfort gnawed at him. He couldn't articulate his own turmoil, but he knew Alison hovering around him like a lost puppy wasn't the answer when her own life was a house on fire.Austin couldn't even explain what was happening to him and how he was reacting but he definitely didn't want Alison to be just over him while her spaces were void in some areas.Alison's shoulders slumped, and she choked back a sob. "You're my son, Austin. You're my responsibility too. I need to be here for you as well." She sobbed, "You're mine.""Mom, that's not helpful right now," Austin countered, a frown etched on his face, "Spare me that.""I will be fine. I can take care of myself. You need to be with Angela. Your husband is probably furious with y
Austin's phone buzzed on the table, shattering the quiet of his tiny apartment. He glanced at the screen, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. It was an unknown number, but the call code matched his father's company. With a deep breath, he answered, "Hello?""Mr. Rufus?" A smooth, professional woman's voice filled his ear.Austin straightened slightly. "Yes, this is he." He couldn't help but wonder who this could be. No one from his father's company ever called him.He wondered what could be the reason they were calling."Mr. Rufus," the woman continued, "I apologize for the unexpected call. This is Sarah Jones, calling from Rufus Enterprises."Yes. He was right. It was really his father's company. And Austin wondered why the lady apologized for no reason at all.Austin's stomach lurched. Rufus Enterprises. His father's company."Hello, Ms. Jones," he managed, his voice tight. "How can I help you?""Mr. Rufus," she began and then paused for a beat too long. The silence stretched,
The smirk on Andrew's face didn't reach his eyes."You can just leave, Ariel," he said, his voice tight. This wasn't a joke anymore. "Nobody dumps me. No one."Ariel's smile faltered. She knew Andrew had a temper, but this was a whole new level. He looked genuinely pissed, and seeing his jaw clench, she knew she wasn't helping."That was a joke, baby," she tried, her voice light and playful.She reached out, intending to rub his chest like she usually did, a way to soothe him.But Andrew flinched away, his hand shooting out to block her touch."Leave my house. Right now," he spat, the words sharp and cold.Panic flickered
The sterile white walls of the hospital seemed to press down on Vincent as he shuffled behind Ramsey and Austin, their laughter bouncing off the polished floor. Outside, the late afternoon sun casts long shadows, promising the freedom Vincent craved."That's crazy, you know," Austin cackled, nudging Ramsey with his elbow. "Just leave him there. He'd probably start talking to pigeons again."Ramsey slapped Austin on the back, a booming laugh erupting from his chest. "Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised. Vincent, the pigeon whisperer."Vincent rolled his eyes, a familiar warmth blooming in his chest despite their teasing. "So, you're saying I've always been a couple of fries short of a happy meal? That I've always been crazy, yeah?"Ramsey grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. "Everyone knows that. Vinnie and Trouble, 5&6. You're our resident nutter."The playful banter felt foreign after weeks of IV drips and endless beeping monitors. Vincent winced as he remembered the metallic tang of bloo
"He's headed to South America. That's far away." Christian muttered more like he was talking to himself and still looking at the tab before him, "He's hopping continents, Christian. That's a long way from the mess he made here." Disbelief laced Christian's voice.Saint, that criminal was traveling very far away from his crimes. He was trying very hard to slip further and further away."He's got a mission, Psalms," Christian said, a steely glint entering his eyes. "And we're going to help him complete it."Psalms scoffed. "By letting him waltz off to South America and hoping he spills his guts on some exotic beach? Christian, that's a crazy plan.""Not crazy," Christian corrected, his voice firm. "Risky, yes. But it's the only way to get him. Think about it, Psalms. If we follow him and get close enough to gain his trust, we can get him to talk. He might slip up, and reveal details about other operations, bigger players. Evidence the cops can't ignore."A tense silence rose between the