While she was still trying to dress up, Nate and his men grabbed her hands and threw her into the dark room. Luckily she was able to pick up her torn shirt and brassiere before being carried out of the living room. The moment she got inside the dark room, she heard the other girls murmuring among themselves and wondered if they were talking about her. "Hi guys, I'm Jessica. Sorry for whatever happened out there" Jessica said, while trying to put on her torn shirt.She paused for a while, wondering why she was actually apologizing to them like it was her fault. However, neither of the girls replied; she had to mind her business till they were ready to speak, while she figured out her escape plan. She was about dozing off when George last words before leaving, suddenly flashed in her head and she quickly asked "Who is Italian here?" Jessica rose up for a few minutes, waiting for a response but nobody did. Since nobody responded, she laid back on the floor, closing her two eyes ti
Jessica was confused, did this strange face just say "you again?" While she was being brought out of the vehicle, she kept on staring at the guy who talked, trying to recall where and when she had seen him, but her head was completely blank about his identity. Instantly, she concluded that she haven't met him, maybe he has, but where? If only her mouth wasn't stacked with cloth, she would definitely ask him. For the first time, she looked around the environment, observing the beautiful flowers, the cars parked and the security guards standing in every corner looking all fierce. For the building, which appeared to be a two story building, she could tell that it wasn't an apartment. It seemed to be more like an office place. She was going to find out in a few seconds, but Instead of taking her into the building she was seeing, they diverted and passed a narrow corner until they finally stopped in front a giant iron door. Jessica was curious to know what was behind the huge door s
"Sorry to disturb you sir, what I want to say isn't important. I will just come back." Joe managed to say and quickly shut the door without waiting for Jayden's instruction. The moment he shut the door, he thought he heard his boss say something, but out of fear,he didn't bother to open the door and just left. If only Jayden allowed him to speak, he would have told him about the girl they saved a few days ago.Back at the cell, the atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating, devoid of freshness and vitality, which gave Jessica a feeling of repulse and she couldn't wait to be out.It was late in the night and she couldn't sleep as mosquitoes wouldn't stop singing in her ears and also sucking her blood. The concrete beneath her, felt like a stab of an ice which made her shiver continuously. The others however seemed to be sleeping comfortably; they were used to it. Except the snoring of people, sounds of bird chipping, she couldn't hear anything else.After a while, she saw a flash of
Jessica didn't know when the man finished, as she was in another words, envisioning how she was going to work as a stripper for the rest of her life.She is definitely not going to survive.The girls, who were to be killed began to weep bitterly begging for their life to be spared. Their pleading however fell on the deaf ears of the hefty guards who dragged them out like animals. Others, who have been assigned to be maids, followed an elderly woman in her late fifties into the building facing them.Although, that wasn't were they would be working; they still had a long way to go. Inside there, the elderly woman, Mrs. Dave would pair them into three, as there are different houses which they would be working in.While Lilian was leaving, she tried getting Jessica's attention, but the poor thing was still in shock, standing motionlessly with her mouth agape. Jessica was completely lost in her thoughts and unaware of her surroundings. Sadly, Lilian had to leave without a goodbye to her f
"Jayden stop!" Ivy ordered in anger refusing to listen to his wife and she kept on yelling at him as he hurried down the stairs."Don't push me Ivy, we can talk about this when I get back." He tried as much as he could not to increase the tone of his voice or get angry.Ivy was bothered about the fact that, for some time her husband, Jayden, has been refusing to have sex with her, failing to perform his marital duties. The pressure on her to bear Jayden a child was frustrating. Her dad had strictly instructed her to do everything possible in order to get pregnant this year.She had been married to him for over two years and he badly have sex with her and even when he does, he was either drunk or would request that they use protection."You promised me Jayden, you said this morning or have you forgotten?" Ivy shouted."Can you just get back inside and stop embarrassing yourself ugh? I am in a hurry right now." Jayden stopped at the entrance of the door, with his hands placed on the
Jayden turned his head around to look at the person speaking. He could see the fake wide smile relaxing on her face as she approached him.Nothing about her had changed; her height, face, body size, hair colour, everything was still the same. "I can see you are back, why did you leave France?" He asked Eva, who only responded with a smile as she glued her eyes on his face, giving Jayden a weird feeling.He looked around properly to make sure this wasn't a trap to catch him. He also wanted to be sure that no one was around them, asides his driver who was in the car. When he was eventually convinced, he turned to face her again."I can see you don't still trust people or it is just me?" Eva asked him fidgeting with the tip of her cloth."How do I trust some who accused me of killing my step-mom?" "Your step mom? When she was alive, you never considered her your mother, now you call her your step mom?" Eva said laughing profusely like he just cracked a joke, but Jayden did nothing oth
"What the heck am I doing?" George asked himself the moment he drove into Jayden's club.He remained in his car as he tried to act properly before Jayden's; he couldn't allow him see his fears. Any slight mistake he makes might send him to his grave and he needed to be extremely careful even in his words and action. George had been in his car for a few minutes, his two hands rested on the steering and he constantly tapped it with the tip of his finger.He was having an argument with mind as lot of thoughts kept on flashing in his head. At the point the only way to avoid Jayden's wrath is to forget about Jessica, but it was difficult. "Why did this fools make such a silly mistake?" He yelled in anger, hitting the steering forcefully.After much contemplating, he decided to forget about getting Jessica back and save his life instead. Just as he was about to start the car engine, he took a quick glance towards the entrance of the club and his eyes caught a familiar figure.She wasn't
Jessica stood still, feigning not to have heard him. She placed her hands on the pole, staring at it like someone who had no knowledge or understanding on what to do. There was an obvious look of confusion, clearly written all over her face. Everyone in the room could see how her hands shook constantly, which only infuriated Emy while the other girls chuckled in mockery.Jayden found himself drooling over sexy body but tried to hide it, especially from George. He couldn't deny the fact that, she was indeed wonderfully made; someone every man would love to take to their bed. His eyes were fixed on her body, running from her laps until he finally got to her face and stopped.Now, he clearly understands why George wanted her back.When Jessica saw Jayden rise up from his chair, her heart skipped and she didn't realize when she began to move backwards. A surge of heat burned through her throat as she bit the bottom of her lips while folding her fist firmly.With his eyebrows furrowed
One evening, after Ethan had been tucked into bed, his soft snores drifting through the house, Jayden and Jessica sat on the terrace overlooking their garden. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the manicured lawns and blooming flowers. A comfortable silence settled between them, a silence filled with love and contentment.Jayden took Jessica’s hand in his, his fingers intertwining with hers. He looked at her, his eyes filled with love and a hint of something else, contemplating.“Jessica,” he began, his voice low and thoughtful. “There’s something I’ve been thinking about.”Jessica squeezed his hand gently. “What is it, Jayden?”He took a deep breath. “Ethan, he’s going to grow up so fast. He deserves a normal life, Jessica. A life without...without the shadows.”Jessica knew what he was talking about. The “shadows” – the life Jayden had led, the life of power, danger, and violence that had been his reality for so long. She had always worried about it, worried
The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting long shadows across the room. Jayden sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on his phone. He had barely slept, his mind consumed by the message, the silence, the impending deadline. He glanced at the clock. It was almost noon. He had given them until noon."Any news?" Jessica asked, her voice filled with hope and anxiety. She sat beside him, her hand resting on his arm.Jayden shook his head. "Nothing," he said, his voice grim. "Not a word."He could see the disappointment in her eyes, the flicker of hope dimming. He hated this. He hated putting her through this, raising her hopes only to have them potentially dashed."What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.Jayden looked at her, his heart aching. "I'm going to do what I said I would do," he replied, his voice firm. "I'm going to find them."Just then, his phone buzzed. He snatched it up, his heart pounding in his chest. It was a message from the unkno
Jayden stared at his phone, his eyes fixed on the screen, willing it to display a reply. Who is this? What are you talking about? he had texted back, his fingers trembling as he typed. But the phone remained stubbornly silent. He checked it again and again, as if the act of looking could somehow conjure a response. Nothing.He sank back into the armchair, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. Jessica’s child… alive? The thought echoed in his mind, a flicker of hope igniting in the darkness. He had mourned the loss of that child, carried the weight of that grief for months. Now, this… this cryptic message. It was too much to process. He didn't know what to believe.He thought of Jessica, asleep upstairs, still recovering from her ordeal. Should he tell her? Could he dare to give her this hope, only to have it snatched away? He couldn't bear to inflict any more pain on her. But could he keep this from her? This… possibility?He got up and walked over to the window, staring ou
Jayden gently scooped Jessica into his arms, carrying her bridal-style as if she weighed nothing at all. He wanted to reassure her, to make her feel safe and cherished. He carried her through the silent mansion, up the grand staircase, and down the long hallway to his room. "No way is she staying in her room" He thought. She needs to be close, where I can keep an eye on her.He laid her gently on the king sized bed, the soft Egyptian cotton sheets a stark contrast to the rougher textures she’d endured recently. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his gaze filled with tenderness. “I’ll be right outside,” he murmured, kissing her forehead. “Just call if you need anything.”"All right" Jessica responded with a soft smile on her face.He closed the door softly behind him, leaving her in the capable hands of the maids whom he had intentions to fire soon. He couldn't trust any of them but he was certain they would take good care of her, since Lilian who gives them orders is now
"Why would you say that? I don't hate you, and I've forgotten whatever you did. Stop blaming yourself; it's all my fault, Jessica," he said, tightening the hug."You will hate me, Jayden. You will soon hate me," Jessica said, tears running down her eyes.Jayden pulled back slightly, cupping her face in his hands. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions – concern, anger, and a deep, underlying sadness. "Jessica, what is it? What's wrong? You can tell me anything." He already knew. He’d seen the video. George’s cruel, gloating message. The confirmation of his worst fears. But he needed to hear it from her. He needed her to trust him enough to tell him.She hesitated, her gaze darting away from his. "It's… it's about George," she finally whispered, her voice trembling.Jayden's jaw tightened. He knew what she was going to say, but he forced himself to remain calm. "What about George?"Jessica took a shaky breath, her hands twisting in her lap. "He… he's been… for
Jayden's helped Jessica to her feet, his grip firm but gentle. "Come on," he urged, pulling her towards the exit. He didn't want to carry her in bridal style, incase they were attacked, he would be able to react swiftly. They moved quickly with Joe and Ben flanking them, guns raised, ready for any threat. The sounds of battle raged around them, but Jayden's focus was to get Jessica out, then erase every trace of this nightmare.They reached Jayden's car, a sleek black SUV parked a short distance from the building. He ushered Jessica inside, then turned to Joe and Ben. "Get the others out," he ordered. "Make sure no one is left behind."As Joe and Ben disappeared to round up the rest of their team, Jayden slid into the driver's seat. He glanced at Jessica, who was staring at the building with a mixture of awe and terror. He knew she was trying to understand him, trying to reconcile the man she knew with the ruthless operator he had become. He waited for a few more minutes and he saw J
The narrow staircase descended into darkness, the only light source Jayden’s tactical flashlight, cutting a swathe through the oppressive gloom. The air grew colder, heavier, thick with the smell of damp earth and something else… something metallic and faintly sickening. He gripped his gun tighter, his knuckles white. The silence was unnerving, broken only by the echo of his own footsteps on the stone steps.He reached the bottom, the stairs opening into a low-ceilinged chamber. The flashlight beam danced across rough-hewn walls, revealing a space that was more dungeon than basement. Chains hung from the ceiling, their cold iron glinting in the light. In the center of the room, a single bare bulb cast a sickly yellow glow, illuminating a scene that made Jayden’s blood run cold.Jessica was tied to a chair, her wrists bound tightly with rope. Her face was pale, streaked with tears and dirt. A gag covered her mouth, muffling her sobs. Standing before her, his back to Jayden, was George.
The gates, more like flimsy decorations than actual security, crumpled like paper under the weight of Jayden’s SUV. He didn’t even bother stopping; he just plowed right through, the twisted metal screaming a prelude to the carnage that was about to unfold. He jumped out, gun already in hand, the adrenaline pumping through him like a shot of pure fire. He wasn’t thinking straight, not really. Just pure, unadulterated rage.“Let’s go!” he yelled at his men, who were already spilling out of the other vehicles, weapons raised. The air crackled with tension, the quiet of the forest about to be shattered.George’s guards were scrambling, clearly caught off guard. They were expecting a quiet getaway, not a full-scale assault. They were outmatched, outgunned, and they knew it. Jayden moved like a man possessed, taking down two guards before they even had a chance to aim. He wasn’t playing around. This wasn’t a game.The clearing became a whirlwind of gunfire, shouts, and the sickening thud of
Jayden was seated in his room, going through the documents sent to him by Joe concerning Eva recent movement, purchases, pictures of her at different locations and all. Suddenly a video flickered to life on his phone screen. He’d received a cryptic message with a link, his heart already a lead weight in his chest. He’d known, somehow, that it was about Jessica. He’d been searching for her relentlessly, following every lead, every whisper, but it had all been dead ends. He pressed play, his breath catching in his throat. The first few seconds were a blur, just a dimly lit room. Then he saw Jessica, her eyes wide with terror, tears streaming down her face. Suddenly, George appeared. Jayden’s blood ran cold. He felt a rage so intense, so primal, it was like a physical force. He gripped the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles turned white.He watched, his stomach twisting into knots, as George violated her. He wanted to scream, to reach through the screen and rip George apart, but he w