Luna's heart was a mishmash. As Jasper strolled past her into the room, she could smell his aftershave. She could tell that he had just showered.“He should be in bed now. Not here. In my room.” Luna thought to herself. She closed the door behind her, heaved a sigh and turned to face Jasper. The room was quiet except for the faint rustle of the curtains. Jasper stood near the window, his silhouette tall and domineering. Luna watched him from the door, her heart aching with the weight of their recent struggles and the quiet joy of their reconciliation.She closed the gap between them, but she still felt far away. No words were said.“Jasper, you should be in your bed by now. You need to rest. I know you postponed a lot of work today in order to look for me.” she murmured, her voice soft but steady.Jasper turned to her. There was something raw in his gaze, almost primal. “I’m done torturing myself.” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “I’ve come to realize that my feelings for you ar
As the soft morning light filtered into the bedroom, Luna stirred. She reached across the bed, her fingers brushing against the empty side. Jasper was gone. She immediately sat up, panic and fear strewn across her face. When she saw the neatly folded piece of paper on the bedside table, her panic skyrocketed.“Are we going to have this dance again?” Luna asked herself.She picked up the paper, unfolded it and read its contents with bated breaths."Good morning, sunshine. I couldn't bear to wake you up. You looked so peaceful. I'm off to work. I have a backlog of meetings and appointments to deal with. Last night was very good. The best actually. This is me being upfront about my feelings. You’re important to me Luna, and I promise to cherish every moment we have. Have a beautiful day. Yours always, Jasper."A goofy smile spread across her face. She held the note to her heart, letting his words sink in.Her feet hit the floor with renewed determination. She showered and got dressed.
The evening air carried a gentle chill as Jasper adjusted his cufflinks, took a deep breath before stepping out of the car. He walked to the main door and opened it. “Good evening sir.” Ariel greeted. “Madam Luna informed me that you were both eating out today. So she assured me that cooking dinner tonight was not necessary.” Ariel continued.“Yes. You can make dinner for yourself. Don't worry about us tonight.” Jasper affirmed.“Where is she?” Jasper asked. Ariel was about to reply when they both heard the soft clicks of heels descending down the stairs. Ariel smiled smugly, bowed her head and walked away. “Damn” Jasper whispered to himself. Luna looked exquisite as she descended the stairs. She was simply dressed in a black gown that hugged her body in the right places. Her cleavage was modestly covered but still much to the imagination. The gown was knee length and it accentuated her toned legs. As she got to the base of the staircase, she smiled at Jasper and Jasper's breath
The drive back home was bedeviled by an uncomfortable silence. Jasper looked at Luna briefly before returning his gaze to the road. She still maintained the same posture, staring at the road ahead. Jasper frantically wound the windows down. The atmosphere in the car was suffocating. He couldn't take it anymore.“Luna, what's the problem? You just zoned out during dinner. And you've been distant ever since we left the restaurant.” Jasper wearily stated. Luna was quiet.“ Damn! What's the deal with the mood swing?” Jasper asked. His emotions were raw.Luna sighed. “Jasper. I'm just overwhelmed.”“Overwhelmed? What's that supposed to mean? What is overwhelming you?” Jasper inquired.“Wasn't it evident enough?” Luna implored weakly. “Speak in plain terms Luna. I'm not a magician. I can't read minds.” Jasper said wearily. Luna sighed deeply. “ Jasper, I know you're wealthy and all that, but today just made me realize how vast the gap between us is.” She stated.Before Jasper could repl
The early morning's sun seeped through the window. Luna stirred. She was finally awake. She stretched out on her bed, feeling well-rested. She arose from bed and walked towards the bathroom to shower. Thirty minutes later, she stepped out of her room and walked down the stairs. A thick silence enveloped the interior of the mansion. Luna was disoriented. “Good morning ma'am.” Ariel greeted as she stepped out of the kitchen.Luna gasped as she turned to the source of the voice. “You caught me off guard Ariel.” Luna admonished with a shaky voice. “Sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to scare you. I was about to set the table for breakfast.” Ariel stated.“Okay. I'm guessing Jasper has gone to work already.” Luna assumed.“Ummmm. About that.. Mr. Jasper is out of the country.” Ariel stated.“What? Where did he go?” Luna inquired worriedly. “Africa” Ariel replied bluntly.Luna was taken aback. “Africa?” She queried. “Did he say why?” Ariel nodded. “ No ma'am. He didn't. However, he wanted me t
“Damn! It's hot out here!” Jasper growled. The air in N’Goko was thick with the dust of a thousand feet and the sun wasn't helping matters at all. N'Goko was a nightmare.N'Goko was a remote village in Mali, characterized by extreme poverty and isolation. Reliable network facilities, good roads, hospitals and proper waste disposal systems were non-existent. The community relied on only subsistence farming, which was hardly sustainable. It was really a nightmare. When Jasper received the call from Evans that Ms. Victoria Stefan, CEO of Frontier Space, was on a charity run in Mali, Jasper made an impulsive decision. He had been trying to get Ms. Victoria onboard so that she could invest into his company. She was a potential investor and client. However, she was elusive. Jasper decided to take the bull by the horn. His plan was to corner her in Mali, where she was hosting her charity run. Navigating his way to Mali wasn't difficult, but locating N'Goko was strenuous. He had to hitch a
Victoria looked at him. “Call me Victoria please.” She stated. Before Jasper could continue, she interrupted “ Why don't we continue this conversation at my villa?” She asked coyly. Jasper nodded his head in agreement as they navigated their way towards her villa. Twenty minutes later, Jasper found himself seated in her temporary villa, a lavish bungalow situated on the edge of the campgrounds. The interior was far from rustic—velvet drapes, polished furniture, and a chandelier. Victoria poured herself a glass of wine, her eyes lingering on Jasper.“You’re quite something, you know that?” Victoria began, sinking into a leather chair opposite him. She gestured to him to continue. “My reason for coming to Mali is strictly business. I respect the fact that you are here on a humanitarian mission, handing out relief materials to the less-privileged. It's not my wish to derail you from that purpose, but I'd like to propose an idea to you which could be a potential boost to both our busin
Victoria smiled. She was mindfully aware of the effect that she had on men. She knew that she was a pretty face with a good body, who also happened to be the CEO of a tech firm. She knew that she was irresistible. She watched Jasper's attempt at evading her advances, and she smiled. He was trying, but she knew that with the right amount of pressure, she could dismantle his walls. Jasper maintained his position by the window, with his hands casually tucked into his pockets. He was trying to give off a vibe of nonchalance. He watched as Victoria seductively sashayed her waist towards him. He sighed. “ Apologies, but I'm not willing to mix business with pleasure. It never ends well. And besides, I have a commitment to somebody else. I can't betray her trust. It goes against my principles as a man and business owner.” Jasper explained. “Please tell me that you're joking.” Victoria laughed. “ Jasper Mason, the most eligible bachelor and playboy, has a commitment to somebody. That's a ne
Two Months After The Shootout The courtroom had been silent when the judge read the sentence. Life Imprisonment Alexander Mason, once a feared man, had sat expressionless as the verdict was delivered. His fate had been sealed—the culmination of years of crime, deceit, and brutality. The United States government had wasted no time in securing his extradition. The evidence against him was overwhelming: the murder of Jake Morgan and Jung Yen, the torture and grievous bodily harm inflicted on Sebastian’s mother, Luna, Lin and his funding of a terrorist cell (Black Sentinel).There had been no grand farewell or dramatic objection from him; just a simple nod as the gavel came down, condemning him to a lifetime behind bars. His reign of terror had ended. In the weeks that followed, Thomas and Sebastian worked closely with the local authorities in Vietnam. With Alexander gone, the Black Sentinel crumbled, their remaining members either arrested or fleeing into the unknown. The contraban
Five Hours EarlierThe convoy moved steadily along the winding dirt road, a line of black Humvees and trucks kicking up clouds of dust under the gaze of the moon. Inside one of them, Sebastian sat with his hands bound, his jaw clenched. Lin and Luna sat beside him, equally restrained. Across from them, Alexander Mason sat, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Sebastian had expected many things when Alexander’s men had dragged Luna, Lin and him, bagged their heads and tossed them into the van, but the sight that greeted him when he had reoriented himself was not one of them. The moment his eyes landed on her, his breath caught in his throat.“Mum?” His voice cracked, disbelief rendering him momentarily frozen. Her eyes widened, and before anyone could react, Sebastian lunged forward, pulling her into his arms. Her thin frame trembled as she clung to him fiercely, her silent sobs shaking her body. “You’re alive.” Sebastian whispered, as he deepened the hug.Alexander chuckl
Thomas adjusted his night-vision binoculars and focused on the camp below. Locating the camp after Jasper's direction wasn't hard, coupled with the fact that they had high-tech surveillance devices. The camp was a hive of activity, armed personnels moving swiftly in all directions. From their vantage point, he and his team had a clear view of the entire setup. The black tent in the center caught his attention again. Jasper had been clear. That was where Sebastian's mother was being held.However, getting into the camp wasn't going to be easy. It was heavily guarded and its location in the centre of the camp was a tactical nightmare. Thomas arched his brow as he noticed a pattern. There was a tall, bearded man, immaculately dressed, who strolled leisurely around the camp. As he walked, soldiers paused and slightly bowed to him in respect. This led Thomas to believe that the man held some sort of high authority. He was definitely the top dog in the camp, the shot caller. Thomas zoo
Sebastian’s head hung low, blood dripping from his temple. His wrists were raw from the metal shackles that bound him to the wooden post. His body screamed with pain from the beatings, but he had endured worse. He would not break. He just hoped that Jasper had been able to escape and call for help.Lin was slumped beside him, barely conscious. Her face was swollen, her lip split open. They had fought. They had endured.With a venomous stare, he spat out a lump of blood on the boot of his torturer. The torturer was a bulky, dark man who had been tuning them up for days in search of information. He had proven to be an unyielding captor, and the fact that Sebastian and Lin refused to talk infuriated him. A knock vibrated the door. The torturer's attention snapped to the door. He had instructed his minions not to interrupt him whenever he was at work. With an irritated voice, he snapped.“Who's there?” He bellowed.No response.Sebastian and Lin exchanged weak glances. They were glad fo
Jasper’s breath came in ragged gasps as he sprinted through the dense undergrowth. Twigs snapped underfoot, branches tore at his arms, and the darkness seemed to press against him from all sides. After running and simultaneously scanning his environment for hours, he had done it.He had escaped the camp.But now what? Realization dawned on him. Adrenaline had driven him out of the camp, but now that the rush was fading, reality set in.Where the hell was he?The jungle was vast and like a green void. He had no compass, no map, and no idea how far he had run. He sighed as he mentally facepalmed himself.He had been so reckless.How was he going to locate the shore where the boat had been hidden?He forced himself to keep moving. There was no turning back. As the hours stretched into days, Jasper’s pace slowed. His legs burned, his lips cracked from dehydration, and his stomach twisted painfully from hunger. No food. No water. The sun was relentless, beating down on him thro
Jasper had begun to believe his father had abandoned him again. Days had passed without any word from him. It was therefore surprising when his father strode into his tent on a cold evening. His father stood at the entrance of the tent, a smug look on his face. Jasper hated how unaffected Alexander looked. He clenched his fists. “Where are my friends?” “They’re fine.” His father replied him, his voice devoid of emotion.Jasper studied him. He didn't believe anything he said.“I want to see them.” His father exhaled through his nose. “That won’t be happening.” Before Jasper could retort, Alexander held up a hand to cut him short. “I didn't come here to banter words with you. I came here to give you a choice.” Jasper’s jaw tightened. “What choice?” “You leave this island. Tomorrow morning, a helicopter will arrive. You’ll board it, and you’ll forget you ever saw me.” Jasper stared at him in disbelief and confusion.“Excuse me?” He inquired.“You heard me.” Jasper let out
Two days passed by in quick succession. Ever since Alexander stormed out of the tent, he hadn't returned. The only people who had entered and left the tent were the nurse who came to change his bandage and the maids who came to drop off food and water for Jasper and the strange woman I'm the corner. Two days confined in a space with a mute woman who was like a lifeless husk—unwilling to socialize. The morning of the third day, Alexander decided to bless Jasper with his presence. Jasper sat on the edge of his chair, his father’s piercing gaze locking onto him like a predator studying its prey. Without any form of pleasantries, Alexander decided to swoop in for the kill. “Let’s try this again.” He said, his voice calm but firm. “My apologies. I wasn't entirely honest with you. Your friend Jung is in custody, that you already know. However, we also managed to capture two other people plus the commando-lady we picked up two weeks ago. They've already been questioned and I have to give i
Jasper groaned as he stirred, pain radiating from his injured leg. His mind was foggy, the lingering effects of morphine dulling his senses. As his mind cleared, the first thing he registered was the smell of roasted coffee beans. Last time he checked, they weren't on a vacation island which provides luxuries like hot frothy coffee. With a huff, he sat up and properly assessed his surroundings. He was in a tent, that much he could deduce. The tent was well furnished, two plush couches arranged perpendicular to each other, a large shiny oak table in the centre, maps and documents spread across it, expensive-looking artworks propped up against the foot of the tent and another king-sized bed situated in the opposite corner of the tent. Glancing at his foot, he noticed that it had been neatly wrapped up with clean bandages. He sighed.His nostrils traced the source of the coffee smell. It came from a coffee pot which was placed on a tray with cups on a table in the corner of the tent. T
From the shadows, figures emerged. At least five of them, dressed in a mixture of camouflage and dark clothing, their faces partially covered with cloth. Each one wielded a weapon—rifles, machetes, even crossbows.The leader, a tall man with a bald head, stepped closer. Unlike the other men, he didn't cover his face with a cloth. From the slant of his eyes, he seemed to be of oriental origin. However, his English was surprisingly clear and well-pronounced. “Who are you? And what are you doing on this island?” His voice boomed and reverberated around the forest floor. Sebastian's mind whirled as he tried to figure out the best way out of their current predicament. Looking at the men, it was evident that they weren't government military personnels; instead, they looked like the pirates that Lin had warned them about. Sebastian exchanged a tense glance with Luna. He knew one thing for certain. They were in serious trouble.“We are researchers, on a research mission to uncover the w