Dan returned home to see his boys at the dining table, one drinking the other not, waiting for his return. After a quick shower and advising them to do the same to wash away the grime and blood and guilt, they sat back at the table, Jason in some of his old clothes and Damien fitting something old of Dan’s. They all looked exhausted.
“I’m proud of you boys,” Dan said, taking a shot of his drink. “I couldn’t have asked for better sons, despite everything. I know you all will carry the Sanders legacy on. Which is why I have some things brewing. But since Ross is gone, I will have to find a new lawyer.” He paused looking at Damien. “I want us to get your name changed to Sanders, Damien. You’re part of the family now.”
“No offense, but my name is all I have left of my mother. No thanks to you and Chris.” Damien argued back.
Dan only nodded, understanding. “You are part
Chapter 50 Antonio took a deep breath as he entered the nursing home he dreaded all his life. A hand touched his right shoulder and then another soft hand grabbed his rough one. Both Julissa and Janet were there to comfort him in this time where everything seemed so uncertain. It had been years since he even spoke to his mother, far too afraid of the outcome. They all waited in the guest room, holding their breath as the nurse went out of the room to escort his mother to them. Antonio fixed his collar as he cleared his throat. A beautiful, Latin woman came into the room looking sad at first, but her eyes lit up once she saw her son. “Antonio?” “Hi, mother!” Antonio stood up as Julissa and Janet helped him go to he
One Year LaterJason fixed Damien’s tie as he prepared for his first day on the job as the Sex Doctor. His hair was cut into a tapered style, head full of curly hair spilling over his face with a fresh fade on the sides. He fidgeted a lot as Jason helped him dress.“Nervous?” Jason asked but already knew the answer.“What if I can’t do this? What if I screw up?” Damien asked, doubting himself and ready to pull the suit off.“Do you want to do this, Damien?” Jason asked picking up his suit jacket.Damien sighed then as he swallowed a huge gulp of spit. “Yes,” he said determinedly.“Then, you have everything at your disposal for you to do so. I showed and taught you everything I know to prepare you for this business side of things. All you have to do is charm your clients.” Jason encouraged.The door opened then as Damien looked at himself in the mirror. “Oo
“Where is my family?” The man Jason knew as Christavo Tate, by way of his sister, was pacing the floor. He sat handcuffed to the chair, comfortably and calmly. This wasn’t his first rodeo in the interrogation room. But, he thought about Alyssa and his son being in the same situation and felt terrified for them. Now that Rebecca Fairchild was found dead, everyone in the whole unit was looking for her killer. It was safe for them to assume the Sanderses and company because they were the last ones to see her alive. “Your family is safe. You need to be worried about yourself, Jason. Let’s go down the list of murders around you.” Christavo laid down a file with photos of dead bodies on the table in front of Jason. His eyes only followed the folder as it plopped on the table in front of him. “Abagail Hawthorne, Tracy Vans, Fr
Chapter 2 Antonio and Julissa sat in the OBGYN waiting room a bit quiet and awkward as they waited for her to be seen. The past couple of weeks were daunting for everyone. Antonio more so with the baby, and stressing about the dead bodies, and Julissa and Janet. They hadn’t rekindled anything since the whole mess started. To be honest, he didn’t know what was right or wrong anymore. The baby was the only thing he could look forward to. “Fantasizing about your woman?” Julissa asked, with a scoff as she turned her head, already knowing the answer. “You think you know me so well, don’t you?” Antonio asked. His eyebrows rose in curiosity as he shook his head. “Well, don’t I?” Juliss
Chapter 3 Dan walked into the maid service headquarters building, The Sweet Sweepers. As he walked up to the front counter, he took off his shades and hooked them in his shirt, donning a charming smile. The woman at the front looked up at him and instantly began shuffling her papers and computer. “Welcome To Sweet Sweepers. May I help you?” Dan noticed the woman, easy target, sweet innocent girl from the looks of it, and very much reacting to him in his regular suit and tie combo. Her brunette hair was pulled into a ponytail. It must’ve been his devilish grin that made her blush as he continued to walk closer. “I need to speak with your manager,” he replied, propping his arms on the counter.&nb
Chapter 4 Janet opened her door, hearing the sudden knock late that night around midnight. Jason and Alyssa had gone to their room and hadn’t been seen since. She was curious as to who was knocking on her door this late, but she had a clue. Her heart knew, her body knew. Janet peeked through the curtains she installed a few weeks ago due to peepers and prowlers. Antonio stood there in a tee shirt and some sweat pants. She sighed opening the glass door. “Antonio what…” He cut her off with a mind-blowing kiss that sent her walking backward into the penthouse right onto the counters of the kitchen before she could breathe. “What are you doing here, Antonio?” She asked as he touched her cheeks, still needing the contact. “I needed to see you. We need to talk,&
Chapter 5 Alyssa and Jason lay exhausted in each other’s arms while the moans from the other room are barely audible, but they could hear them faintly. Jason covered his face with a pillow as Alyssa laughed. “You think we were quiet? Let her have some fun.” “It’s disgusting.” He teased, as he snatched the pillow back. “Besides, we went in the bathroom in the shower. If she could hear us she has magic ears.” Alyssa wrapped her arms around her husband, then. “We can go again. You know just to drown out the moans.” Jason turned back to her with laughter in his eyes. “I do like to hear you moan.” He replied, g
Chapter 6 Dread filled the room—pure dread and heartbreak. It was his curse, what he was meant for. It was his legacy. He had never been the one to cry. Seeing Bianca in the casket, lying there motionless, was almost too much for Dan to take. He could picture his lovely wife, Cheryl lying there and the memories of her funeral surfaced to the front of his mind. Janet was there holding on to his arm, rubbing it back and forth for comfort, but he couldn’t stop himself from looking at Bianca. Some of her family were there, but most were friends Bianca established over the years—previous clients and other voodoo witches, Dan assumed. No one stopped him from being there yet or blamed him, which was what he was most prepared for. Hate was always the expectation, not love and acceptance. Bianca was truly a remarkable woman to have so