Do you think Jeremy should interfere ot should he just stay put??? Thanks for reading❤️❤️❤️❤️
JOJO'S POV I feel the trepidation take over my limbs as I force one foot in front of the other. I'm going home! Aunt Sher— Fuck it, Mom and Dad are here. For me!!! Someone found me!!! Mallory you genius! you did it!!! We did it!!! I fist-bump the air as Madame Silva closes the door behind her but what if they didn't come to take me home? What if they only came to negotiate my ransom and get back to the owners of this shit place? Fear constricts my lungs as other possibilities roll into my gut, settling like a weight with an impossible shake-off, What if they aren't my parents? What if it's all a ploy by Madame Silva to get me out of my room and down those stairs? What if I go down those stairs and I'm forced to become a human lab rat for testing every batch of coke they produce? I suddenly feel like Madame Silva's words were only knives in my sides, she was only mocking my desire for freedom. Anxiety and worry encase my mind and with Katrina gone, it only fuels the turmoi
JOJO'S POV “You agreed that we would settle this later.” Aunt Sherry grits out to the woman behind her. The woman settles elegantly on one of the cushions like a debutante with years in the pageantry industry. Her gaze zeros in on me for a brief moment and I release a sharp breath as to how much of Jeremy Vongov I see in her. They both have the same black eyes, inky black hair, the same shape of the jawline and their lips carry the exact arch and curve. I fall into a trance the more I stare at her until the weight of her stare falls on me and a cold feeling skitters up and settles on my chest. “Come here, girl.” I look at Uncle Will and Aunt Sherry and they nod their heads that it'll be alright. The woman looks to be in her late thirties but the more I go closer to her, the more the skin of her face changes before my eyes. One side of her face is normal and smooth with lesser wrinkles while the other side of face is more stretched out from years of extensive skin grafting and m
JOJO'S POV “The husband went to visit his estranged foster brother and his wife. He told them about his predicament and they decided to help out. They fertilized the wife's egg with the foster brother's semen and put the fetus in an incubator to grow. As the baby neared the time for hatching, The couple's sins started to catch up with them. So when the baby was delivered all happy and healthy, they dumped the baby on the door of the foster brother and his wife with a horrid little note that told them to take responsibility for the child.” Anita looks me in the eye, “Now, how's that for disgusting, child?” “Very disgusting.” I agree with a straight face but my heart is beating so hard, it feels like it'll fall out of my chest if this woman keeps talking. “That's not all, this sickening couple decided to stay close to the baby, making themselves up as real relatives of the foster brother, can you imagine the level of incest?” She says with a hand over her mouth like we're gossip p
JOJO'S POV I focus my glare on Anita, “Are we doing this? Or Like Will said, Are we going to war? Anita shakily stands on her feet, stalking towards me with a blank expression on her face. “Don't think I didn't see you bullshiting your way through this marriage deal.” She whispers into my ear and a harsh breath saws through my lips as I exhale. “My son isn't marrying you because you're beautiful or the best amongst the rest, this marriage isn't an alliance. It is your punishment and if by six months you aren't in Tuscany the Guerrero family will be forced to wage a war against your people. Everyone you know and love will be dragged to A Casa Do Ouro for torture until you come back to take their place or they die then it’s onto the next.” “You can't do that.” My voice is barely a whisper and there's a buzz in my ear that's getting louder by the minute. I stamp down the panic attack and force myself to concentrate on counting backward slowly. “Watch me. If you think Junior is disgu
JEREMY'S POV I land on Tuscany soil the next day and it's almost sunset. I need to get into Guerrero's compound before sundown to get a feel of the layout so I call Malakai and he answers on the fourth ring with a yawn. “Who's this?” He says groggily. “Who do you think, Kai?” I pinch the bridge of my nose, masking my annoyance. “Oh shit!” Something crashes, I hear a deep curse and he clears his throat, “When did you land?” “About an hour ago.” Another yawn, “What kept you so long? It's like seven in the morning back here.” “Customs and something wrong with my passport. Why don't you ask me about the weather?” I ask with a calm I don't feel and he falls for it. “Oh yeah, how's the weathe—” “I don't care about the fucking weather Kai.” I snap, my voice high and depicting waves of rage, and the people moving around me turn and stare with wide eyes. “Whoa, you better calm down tiger, I see two airport security heading your way.” “Where's the nearest exit?” “You couldn't even f
JOJO'S POV The morning of my wedding comes with a shuddering shriek. I bolt upright on the bed in confusion, turning left and right for my bedmate. Another ear-splitting shriek has my eyes shooting to the bathroom door. I dash to the locked door and bang it open with my foot to see Katrina curled up on the cold floor with her eyes slammed shut, writhing in pain and mumbling garbled words. I trudge back to the room and grab the blanket, then back towards Katrina’s sleeping form. Every step closer to a door is a strong reminder that I'm the cause of her pain. That I should never have let her walk out of the room. That I should've protected her like I promised. I gently cover her with the blanket and she shivers as the warmth envelopes her skin. I hold her hands and squeeze as I settle beside her and tremors rack my bones as I sob silently. Tears stream down my face to the tiled floor with a useless splat. Tears for who I was Tears for what I let happen to me. Tears for what I'm ab
JOJO'S POV According to the script Madame Silva sent, I'm supposed to meet the bridegroom at the venue entrance, then we'll walk into the hall together to the altar and the alliance will officially begin. I'm striding to the entrance of the wedding hall in the black gown with the white veil covering my face when a hand pulls me into what looks like a supply room and the door slams shut. I come face to face with Uncle Will— my father and his eyes have that intense gleam that he always gets when he's scheming something mischievous. He looks at me and inhales sharply as he drinks in my appearance. “What are you doing here?” I ask stiffly, subconsciously ticking all the personal hygiene boxes in my need to know why he's gawking at me like that. He heaves out a dry cough and takes my hand. “The gown's fitting for the occasion.” He comments dryly. “I'm glad you approve of my wardrobe, Father.” I spite, reminding him that I haven't forgotten or forgiven him. “I know you're doing this
JOJO'S POV Madame Silva stands and my hope dashes to quicksand as she opens her mouth, “You can skip that part, Father.” The priest doesn't look too happy about it but he forges onto the next question. (Priest) “Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and honor each other for as long as you both shall live? Madame Silva stands again and I blurt out, “I am.” Jeremy is staring at me in shock when I subtly step on his foot prompting him to answer the question and he answers with a solemn voice. “I am.” The priest nods his approval and looks down at his book. (Priest) “Since it is your intention to enter the covenant of Holy Matrimony, join your right hands, and declare your consent before God and his Church.” We stand there awkwardly until the priest leans towards Jeremy. “Take her hand.” He whispers. “He looks like he hasn't touched a girl all his life!” A soldier hoots and the hall erupts in boisterous laughter even the servants are chuckling quietly.
JOJO’s POV Two Months Later… They were graduating high school today but Josephine would always go back to that day each time she passed the workshop. She and over three hundred graduates passed by the workshop today but no one spoke about it. They had all forgotten. It felt like they'd forgotten everything linked to him along with him and that made Josephine sick to her stomach. One month ago, She, Junnev, and Jeremy were hanging on for dear lives in the hospital. Of their three cases, Jeremy’s was the most baffling because apart from the external injuries he suffered from the accidents and the cement, the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with him. So why wouldn't he wake up? They closed off Jeremy in a special room for “intense observation purposes,” that's what they called it. They kept him there until he was cleared for flight to be transported back to America. Junnev knee joints were broken from the weight of concrete. He’d woken up during the surgery, his tone mighty
Kendrick tried to stand but her ears were ringing so badly from the explosion so she used her hands to cover them and suddenly there was a semblance of peace in the chaos that had become the world. Kendrick blinked debris and dust from her eyes as she looked around, trying to find a familiar face. She couldn't see past the dust that had formed from the explosion but she could hear the awful screams and the rapid-fire gunshots and those sounds would stay with her forever. Bullets were flying left and right and Kendrick knew she had to get out. She needed to get out of there before she got hit by a stray bullet or before the ceiling caved in or before she died from a heart attack so she put one leg in front of the other and trudged along. The dust was settling and she could see certain parts of the building clearer. She looked around the unconsciously fed bodies of men to see Jeremy and Junnev covered with debris and as she got closer to them, her mouth widened in horror. They wer
Jeremy couldn't comprehend when the plan started falling apart but it had in fact… fallen. Lying in front of him were two bodies, Josephine was lying on the dirty ground, blood pouring out of her chest, yet she tried to sit up. Jeremy ran to her and took her trembling body into his arms, trying to apply enough pressure on her wound but crimson just kept flowing to the ground, steadily forming a pool of red around them. She’d run into the line of fire as he shot at her kidnapper. Why did she do that? Why? He racked his brain for a tangible reason but came up empty. Next to her was the masked kidnapper, they called her The Mistress. He had heard tales about her horrible doings since he'd been a tween, each one more fearsome than the last yet here she was, fallen by a mere bullet. She was dead. “Kila!” His father's men called from behind and he whipped around to see Maxim holding onto his bleeding neck. Apparently, the Mistress had decided his father would be her last victim.
“You are more like a pirate than an actual cop,” Junnev sparked after Burkely ended the call. “I am retired, Kid. Besides, all my years of following the law and reporting everything I saw left me without a wife, a roof over my head, and eventually a Jobless alcoholic with no future except nabbing one man.” “That's…” “Pathetic, I know.” Burkely fished out another stick of cigarette. “I'm a living, breathing bundle of addiction!” Burkely finished his tirade with his arms spread apart– eagle form on the sidewalk with a wide smile, pasted on his face as horns blared from vehicles passing by them. Junnev tugged his hands down and hissed through clenched teeth, “Control yourself, Old man. We don't want to draw any unwanted attention to ourselves.” Burkely shrugged out of Junnev’s hold and glared up at the kid, “Don’t call me an old man. You know my name, so use it.” “I'll call you whatever the fuck I want since you are the one who keeps forgetting,” Junnev responded with angry sparks
Something was wrong and Doc was certain, it had something to do with Josephine. The Dukes couple and their men were currently situated close to the bushes, away from the main road. Their men were well hidden with their guns and rifles in the surrounding bushes while waiting for the signal from their bosses who were inside a parked reporter van down the road. Doc was furious, anxious, and more so, scared as she got out of the van and paced down the length of the road. She tried again and again to get a hold of Jeremy Vongov but his line was switched off. “I told you we shouldn't have trusted him.” Will quipped from the back of the vehicle. “This is no time to point fingers, Will. Something bad has happened and we need to do something.” “How about you get Mallory and Kendrick and their friends involved? Get them to track down Jeremy.” Doc turned away from her husband, “It's too dangerous Will, why’d think we've been knowingly throwing them off course? Our hackers will easily h
“There was something in the air,” Jeremy thought to himself as he stalked to the back SUV where his father was already seated. Maxim looked composed and rather cheerful as he watched his son get into the vehicle from his side eye. “I told you no one was to touch her,” Jeremy growled in a chilling tone. “Oh, stop your grumbling, we have a big day ahead of us.” Maxim waved him off and grabbed the glass of vodka on the armrest, taking a healthy swallow. Jeremy schooled back his features and settled for a stiff smile, “Yes, we do Father.” “Good,” The vehicle sets in reverse and slowly pulls out of the driveway then it accelerates as the driver moves down the road and silence settles in the vehicle. Jeremy uses the quiet to finalize his plans by sending out a few texts and receiving a confirmed reply. “Tell me boy, how did your talk with the redhead go?” “That's none of your business.” “Humor me.” Jeremy locks his phone and focuses on his father, “Why do you care?” “Because yo
JOJO'S POV The truth hurts, doesn't it? Jeremy steps into the room right after his father slips out and goes into a full-on wrath when he sees me in chains and I want to slap him. I want to punch him so hard in his nutsack that he feels something's wrong down there each time he takes a step. Motherfucker, I want to stump on his ugly heart and crack it into a thousand tiny pieces. Pieces so tiny, they'd be impossible to place back. I want to break him. So badly it hurts to sit there quietly and do nothing. Which is what I’m doing when the chains are finally gone from my wrists, instead I ask, “What happened when you were eight years old?” He stiffens and his eyes turn into a void. “Jeremy?” I call but it's like he can't hear me. “Jeremy?!!” I call louder, shaking him a little. “Uh, Josephine?” “I asked you a question.” I probe, not letting up. His eyes harden to black stones, “It's none of your business.” “Of course it is, I want to know how you came to grow up in Ameri
Maxim Vongov Maxim's teeth grounded to his jaw as he realized how much time, his son had taken. It was time to make the trade and Jeremy was nothing if not time conscious. The kid was getting sloppy. He watched from the monitors as Jeremy kissed his girlfriend goodbye and left the room. Maxim turned to Yuri, “Make sure he's detained properly.” “Another safe house?” “No, he'll come with me but I want him restrained, twice as much as before.” “I'll get it done, boss.” “I want an audience with the girl.” “I'll arrange it, boss.” “Good and make sure my son doesn't know about the little visit.” Yuri nods his acquiescence just as Jeremy bounds into the room and Yuri subtly leaves. “To what do I owe this pleasure, father.” Unsurprisingly, his bastard of an heir didn't look very happy to see his father after locking him up in a house for more than twenty-four hours. “Did you tell the girl?” He bares his teeth at his father, “That has nothing to do with you.” “The fucking ingrat
JoJo's POV I wake up in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body heat fanning against my skin. His breath is shallow but when I crane my neck to see, his eyes are shut. He's asleep. I need to pee, so I try to untangle myself from his arms but they only tighten around me. “Whereareyougoing?” His deep voice is a gruffy rasp and I feel its feathery weight on my skin as he rolls us to the other side of the bed. “I need to pee!” I whisper-yell, squeezing my sore thighs in impatience. “Okay, okay.” He begrudgingly lets go of me and I slap his chest before I scurry over to the bathroom. In my birthday suit. At this point, I can't be embarrassed about rushing off to the bathroom barebacked with him in the room. Not after he’s fucked me ten ways to Sunday. I bend over to pee and I realize Jeremy cleaned me up earlier and that single thought has me holding onto my chest and hyperventilating in the kitchen sink. What does this mean? Why did he clean me up? Does this mean we're togeth