Novels by Gbemiè

~Stay With Me~The next morning, Andrès walked briskly down the sterile white halls of the hospital, his shoes echoing against the polished floor. He was anxious to see Joyce-hoping she was doing better already and eager to speak with her face-to-face.When he reached her room, he knocked softly and then entered, finding her sitting up in bed, looking much more alert than the day before. She glanced up at him with a faint smile."You look better," he said with a hint of relief, moving closer to her bed. "How are you feeling?""Like I've been hit by a truck," Joyce replied, managing a chuckle. "But honestly, a lot better than yesterday. They've been giving me enough medication to make sure I'm not in too much pain."He nodded, pleased to hear it. "Good. I didn't sleep much last night, worrying about you."Joyce raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise passing across her face. "I didn't realize I was that important."Andrès hesitated, then cleared his throat. "Joyce, someone clearly tar

~Cryptic Message~As Andrès drove home, trying to focus on the road while his mind raced with plans for revenge, his phone buzzed. Glancing down, he saw an anonymous text message lighting up the screen. The words made his blood run cold:"I hope you listen now."He gripped the steering wheel tighter, feeling a surge of anger and indignation. This message was no coincidence; it was a direct taunt from whoever had orchestrated the hit-and-run that put Joyce in the hospital. They wanted him to know they weren't afraid, that they were willing to cross lines to get what they wanted-and they expected him to bend under the pressure.But they had made a grave error.Andrès pulled over to the side of the road, his mind racing. He quickly scanned the message, analyzing each word, trying to find any hidden clues. "Listen now." What was it they wanted him to understand, or submit to? The message was cryptic, but one thing was clear-they were sending him a warning. And by involving Joyce, they'd c

~Hit and Run~Less than an hour after Joyce left his office, Andrès's phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he saw an unknown number, but something in his gut told him to pick up. The voice on the other end-a calm yet urgent tone-introduced themselves as a nurse at the nearby hospital, informing him that Joyce had been involved in a hit-and-run and was listed as critical. They'd called him as her emergency contact.For a moment, he froze, processing the words. Hit-and-run. Critical condition. The meaning of those words were scary, and then suddenly, he was moving-grabbing his keys and rushing out the door, not bothering to tell his guards or even lock up behind him. He didn't think twice. In that moment, nothing mattered except getting to her.The drive to the hospital was a blur, each red light and obstacle on the road adding to his growing frustration. His mind raced with questions. Who would do this? Why now? And most importantly-was she going to be okay?After what felt like an eter

~Nothing to Find~Andrès hung up the phone, the call with Carlos still lingering in his mind, leaving him slightly annoyed. But rather than letting it occupy his thoughts, he decided to set it aside. Carlos could say what he wanted, but Andrès had his own path to carve out, and he wasn't about to let anyone-family or otherwise-dictate his way of running things.With a quick shake of his head, he refocused and picked up his phone, calling his Pa to track down Joyce. After a few moments, Pa confirmed she was on her way. Andrès leaned back in his chair, letting his mind wander briefly as he waited. He'd asked Joyce to dig into Carlos's background, and he was eager to hear what she'd uncovered. Carlos seemed to pop into his life out of nowhere, and while he was supposedly family, Andrès knew better than to accept anyone's word without proof.A light knock at the door interrupted his thoughts, and Joyce stepped in. Joyce had a way of handling things that put him at ease, but she also had a

~My Rules~Carlos sat back in his chair, letting the silence hang in the air as he processed what had just transpired. The other members of the Table shifted uncomfortably, their expressions wary. Finally, Carlos cleared his throat and spoke, his voice a mix of reassurance and confidence, even if it was just for show."I'll handle it," he said, breaking the silence that had settled over them. "Andrès is... adjusting. He has his own way of doing things, but I'll speak with him. We'll sort this out."Some of the men nodded, though Carlos could see they weren't entirely convinced. They had just witnessed the fire in Andrès's eyes, his absolute refusal to be controlled. Carlos stood and gave a brief nod to the group. Without another word, he made his way out of the club, feeling the weight of their eyes on his back.When he got outside, he climbed into his car, shut the door, and immediately pulled out his phone. Dialing Andrès's number, he leaned back in his seat, waiting for his son to

~I'm The Boss~As dawn broke, Mateo walked into Andrès's office with a grim, determined look on his face. He had news, and by the look of him, it wasn't the kind anyone would take lightly."We got him, boss," he announced simply. Andrès looked up, his expression unreadable, but Mateo knew his boss well enough to know that he was already anticipating the rest."Who was it?" Andrès asked, barely containing his anger.Mateo straightened. "One of the Table's own informants. They sent him to sniff around our operation. He thought he was clever, but I made sure he realized his mistake." Mateo's eyes hardened, hinting at just how "final" the lesson had been.Andrès nodded, taking it in, his jaw clenching as he processed the betrayal. He took a deep breath, his voice low and cold. "Good. They need to know who they're dealing with. Arrange a meeting with the Table," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for debate. "And make sure Carlos is there. I want him to see this up close."Mateo gave a t