Sarah's POVI did not know how to express the amount of shock my brain tried to absorb at that moment. I had gotten a call from John to come downstairs, which I didn't hesitate to oblige. Just to meet a brand new car parked outside the house. He had my name boldly written on the windshield of the car. That was to show that the car was mine. “You have a car my love” He had his arms open while he stood next to the car. I quickly rushed towards him and had myself sink into his warm embrace. I didn't see this coming. “Are you serious? Am I dreaming?” I sobbed softly on his shoulder. He gave me a soft pat on the back while caressing my hair slowly. “Yes, it's yours. Here are the keys” He flaunted it to my face. I wasn't quite acquainted with the skill of driving, so he opted to take the car on a run for me. I entered the passenger side, while John entered the driver's seat. It was a porsche. A four wheel drive. I don't know too much about cars, but I know this one moves very fast.
John's POVIt just came as an urge. The urge to tell her something regarding my life. A secret I have always tried to keep, even away from myself. There she was, eager and ready to hear what I had to say. I took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes. Her heart was too pure, and she looked very innocent. I didn't want to say anything that would scare her, but I had to take the risk. “You're just quiet. I don't have a problem if you decide to keep it to yourself” she said. She cares about me. A lady who has seen through my heart of stone, and yet she still found in me a man worthy to be loved.“I want to talk. My past relationship with Rebecca” I cleared my throat. “It was one of the sweetest relationships if you ask me,” I said. I know I should not be talking about this now. I have said something similar to her, but I don't know why I was prompted to just bring up the topic.“I thought you said you'll never tell me about her ?” she asked. “I guess I have, but you need to hear
John's POVI certainly didn't want to lose my life, so I was very careful. A gun was next to my head, and if I made any careless move, he was going to pull the trigger. So silly of me not to have realised that Marshal could do something like this. “Stay back. I will shoot” He shot the gun upwards, threatening them that he had the grit to kill me. Fortunately for me, I had quite a sound knowledge about combat. Disarming him was easy. First, a hit from my elbow to the right side of his stomach. That hit affected his liver. I quickly used that advantage to disarm him of the gun. Poor Marshal was now at my mercy. He went on his knees, as he groaned from the pain of that hit. “I am sorry. I will bring your money now” He pleaded. I wasn't in the mood to just let somebody who tried to kill me like that. “You're no longer in a position to set terms here. I am going to tell you what to do” I said firmly. My boys went ahead and carried him back to the chair he was tied to earlier. Th
John's POVI agreed to his promise anyway. This was a case of my money, and I wasn't a party to accommodating anybody who tries to steal from me.“Start talking, my friend,” I said with a soft smile on my face.“This lady walked up to me in my office,” He started. The beginning got my attention anyway.“She offered to pay me with the money we stole from you, if I was able to provide information regarding you” He continued.“Which information?” I asked curiously.“She asked if I had any information regarding your girlfriend. Her background, anything that the CIA could provide” He said.“Why will a lady be looking for so much?” I asked with a perplexed look on my face.“Look John, this is too much for me to answer. I have told you all I know. She also threatened to kill me if I leaked our deal to anyone. Even you” He barked.“I bet you, this is our little secret. I need you to ID this woman for me. Is it this lady here?” I brought out a picture of Rebecca that I had in my suit.He was h
Sarah's POVI don't know how he entered the car, but there he was. An armed man. He ordered me strictly not to look back.He already pointed a gun at me, right at the back of my head. “What do you want from me?” I asked nervously.My limbs were already shaking, and I had started sweating profusely. Simply as a result of the overwhelming fear of losing my life.There was no doubt that his gun was loaded, and I couldn't tell if he was against killing me or if he was here to kill me.“Just keep quiet” he shushed me immediately. I couldn't shout anyway. There was no use.My head could get blown off with his bullets before help will arrive.Just then, John opened the door and entered the car. He then placed another gun behind John's head and asked him to quietly sit down.“Now, lock the doors, ” he said. John turned to look at me, and he realised I was in the same condition as him.He tried turning back, but the man gave him the same instructions. John didn't dare to turn anywhere.Between
Sarah's POVI had to pause the massage for a while there. The shock had gotten me down to my nerves.It is one thing to have a man who loves you, and it is one thing for you to have a man who just reads your emotions.I would have understood him asking that question if he was looking into my eyes.But he wasn't looking at all. I was behind him. On top of his back, giving him a massage.Was it the way I was doing it?Did something change?I had several questions popping in and out of my brain, begging for urgent answers.“Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?” he asked curiously. This time, he made an attempt to roll over, so I just came down from his back and laid next to him on the bed.“How….How did you do it?” I was forced to ask that question.“I don't understand,” He said confusingly.“I mean, how did you know I had a troubled heart back there?” I made the question easy for him to understand.He just let out a soft smile and looked into my eyes.“I know how it feels when you mass
Sarah's POVIt was a heartfelt moment. I just cringed to mum in a tight hug.I couldn't hold back the flow of tears, and she couldn't either.After a little while of some emotion filled moment, we went into the house as I dragged my luggage with me.We took a seat on the sofa, as I prepared to entertain any question my mother was going to throw at me.She wiped off her tears and raised her face to look me in the eyes. “Where have you been, Sarah?” She asked calmly.I could see the pain in her eyes. The pain of having not seen her daughter for months now.The last time we met, I was not sure it ended up in a good way. I can't remember much from the incident.“Mum, it's a long story. But I will try to be brief” I replied. There was no way I could opt out from telling her what she needed to know.“There better be a way you can because I deserve a hell of an explanation.” She said firmly.“I have been away working. I tried returning, but my paperwork took some time to get processed.” I ha
John's POVI felt so bad that I was now left alone. I never knew that Sarah's vacation was going to take a toll on my emotions this way.I have been just fantasising about her return since she called me to tell me that she had reached her mother's house.She sounded very happy over the phone, and I wasn't ready to spoil that fun for her.I was going to stay the whole……“Mr. Stones” my PA called out.I was in the middle of a meeting with my employees, and I got carried away by my thoughts.“I am sorry, sir. You seemed to have drifted a bit” my PA pointed.It's a good thing that he called my attention there. I had totally forgotten that I was in the middle of a meeting.“There is no problem. You can continue. I think I was just lost for a while there.” I replied.My employees all had their eyes on me. Some looked pretty worried.While some looked shocked. I could tell that they were surprised to see me in such an unfocused mood.Most of them see me as a well disciplined man.I need to g
Sarah's POVFinally! I felt it was a dream. Walking down the aisle and the sound of wind beside the beach. It was all a moment I could never forget. My heart's deepest wish was granted. John was finally my husband, and fully mine. Nobody had the right to come in between us. “You look gorgeous this morning, Mrs Stones,” John announced as he walked into the swimming pool section where I was busy having a trip down the sweet memories. He walked to where I sat and wrapped his hand around me as he sat behind me. We both kissed for a while and then looked into each other's eyes while we let out a soft smile. “How was your night?” I asked softly. “It was perfect. What more could be better than sleeping with the knowledge that you're now my wife,” he flattered. I giggled. “Stop flattering me, baby.” “As far as we're together, I can't stop flattering you,” he chuckled. “How long are we going to be in Paris?” I asked curiously. “Your maternity leave just began in Paris,” he replied
John's POVRaymond's wedding raised questions in Sarah's head. Judging from her body language, I could tell how desperate she was for me to start making plans for our wedding. “What are your plans for the wedding?” Raymond asked curiously. I was beginning to feel that these questions were all orchestrated by Sarah herself. Rosaline had come earlier with the same question, and her father too did the same thing. But I left all of them clueless. “Come clean. Did she send you to ask me?” I asked Raymon. “No. Chill out, dude. I am just curious to know what the big man is planning,” he said. I looked at him closely, trying to see if he was behaving suspiciously, but there was no sign towards that anyway. “I have plans. But Sarah is growing impatient by the day,” I replied. “You can't blame her. Her pregnancy is beginning to grow prominent by the day, and she really wants to tie the knot with you. Every woman wants to be at the altar with her fiancée,” he explained. “I get your po
Sarah's POVI had a little to ask my father. “You look so much like your mother when she was so young. Those eyes remind me of her loving heart,” my father said as he went down memory lane. “What happened between you two? Don't lie to me because she also told me that you both got into a really rough situation,” I said. He took a deep breath. “There's nothing to hide anyway. Yes, we both got into a bad situation, and it was all my fault.” His expression gradually changed into a very sad and moody one. “I was a jerk to her. Everything happened because of me anyway,” he continued. “What do you mean, dad?” I asked. “I used to beat her up for fun. Unfortunately, I did these when you were there. You would always make an attempt to defend her from me, but I will ignore you,” he explained. Tears had already started clouding up in his eyes, and I could see how remorseful he was for his actions. “It just felt like I couldn't stop. Like…something was pushing me,” he continued. “So, she
John's POVThe clue has been in my hands since, and I was ignorant about it. “How did you get this picture?” Sarah asked shockingly. “This… Come with me. We're going back to the correctional centre. I think I know who your father is,” I replied as we made a rush out of the house. “What are you talking about?” Sarah's confusion deepened. “Just follow me. Trust me,” I urged. It was still 6 pm, so there was a little window for us to gain access. “Good evening, sir. Please, we would love to see Louis,” I pleaded with the guard as we got into the correctional centre. “I am sorry, sir. We don't accept visitors by this time of the day,” he replied bluntly. “You need to understand, sir. This is very important,” I persisted. “Look, sir. I suggest that you please leave this place at once. Except you want to be meat for the night,” he said angrily. “Come on, man. Work with me. I could give you something in return,” I whispered. “Now you're talking. How much are we looking at?” His exc
Sarah's POVWe moved from prison to prison, searching for clues as to my father's whereabouts. But all we kept getting were negative replies. John was as frustrated as I was. But he wasn't ready to leave my side. “Good afternoon, sir. I am sorry we had to disturb your peaceful afternoon,” John said as we both walked into the warden's office. Edward was replaced by another warden, and he looked quite rigid. “I don't have a problem, as long as you guys make your visit fast,” he said with a baritone voice. “Oh, we are just here to ask you if you know about a man named Reese in this prison,” I said politely. “I am sorry, but that name hasn't been mentioned within these walls since I've been here,” He gave a straight reply without looking at our faces. “You could probably look at the records, I guess…” “You need to leave. I have provided the information you needed,” he interjected rudely. “Just give us a listening ear,” I said firmly. “Leave my office immediately. Silly humans
John's POVRaymond's news was the news I have been waiting for. Sarah's questions kept coming but I wasn't ready to answer them. “Just wait until we get to the station. You will see it for yourself,” I replied firmly. Immediately we got to the police station, I quickly rushed out of the car with Sarah and rushed into the building. “Where is he?” I asked desperately. Raymond quickly pointed towards the interrogation room. Without further hesitation, I quickly rushed into the interrogation room. I raged towards Johnson and gave him a firm punch to the face. It didn't end with one punch. I kept punching him over and over until Raymond rushed in and pulled me away from him. “Get yourself together, man. He isn't worth the stress,” he said. “Let me deal with him. He's the fault my fiancée is in all this pain and trauma. Her mother was supposed to be alive if not for that scum sitting there,” I yelled angrily while struggling to loosen Raymond's grip on me. “Calm your nerves man.
Sarah's POV After what happened with Rebecca the other day, I have been sick and worried about John. He has a lot of enemies, and you can't tell when he is going to get attacked again. I heaved a deep sigh of frustration as I used my right hand to massage my forehead. I was feeling a little bit stressed, and I sure could use a break. I have been working seriously these few days, and John warned me against that. “Do you need some rest, ma'am,” Grace said as she walked into my office unannounced. “You didn't knock? Do you think you can just walk in at will?” I asked angrily. “I am sorry, ma. I have been at it for a while now. I kept knocking, but you didn't give me any response,” she replied softly. “My bad. Maybe I didn't hear you. Gosh!! I have a lot of things going on in my head,” I lamented. “I am sorry ma'am. You need to have some rest. I can help you handle these emails. That is why I am your PA,” she suggested calmly. “You seem so nice. I guess I ha
John's POVI know I felt a little bit of remorse for treating Rebecca the way I did, but that didn't mean there was room to trust her. “Calm down,darling. I kay cane here to speak with you,” she replied. “How the fuck did you get in?” I asked curiously. “I told you earlier, you can't keep me away,” she said with a quite suspicious smile. “I'm finding it hard to believe a single word you say,” I said. “I don't eddy you to trust me, John. I just cane ro say hello to your fiancée by the way,” she replied. “Take her inside. Make sure you don't let her out of your sight,” I instructed Parker as I handed Sarah's protection over to him. Parker quickly moved up the stairs with Sarah's hand in his. She looked very worried, but I sent out a wink, assuring her that I was going to be fine. “So, now she's away. Can we spend some alone time?” She asked seductively as she made an attempt to take off her dress. “That is not happening with the both of us. I am engaged, and I suggest that yo
John's POV“What's the update, man?” I asked as I walked into an abandoned warehouse. Raymond was able to catch one of the men who worked with Johnson. So we brought him in for a little interrogation. “We've been having a peaceful interrogation, but I can't get him to speak up,” he replied with blood over his fist. “Oh, come on, man. Don't you think you were a little bit hard in him. You should have started with some Russian manicure before beating him. I'm sure he would not withsatdn the pain of three fingers,” I said. Raymond smirked. “You remind me of the good old days.” “So, back to business. Where did he stop?” I said. The victim gave off muffled noises and screams as I approached him. Fortunately, we were able to get good information. He gave us his address, and Raymond didn't hesitate to call his friend who works for the LAPD. “Are you sure you trust this man to handle this situation?” I asked cautiously. “Yes, relax. He's nothing close to Johnson. He can be trusted,