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JOJO'S POV The first man to reach us, their leader looks at Katrina and me with confusion etched on his face. “Why are you just standing there? Kill that bitch!” The kid screams from the ground. He tries to get up but falls on his face for a lack of balance. “The Madame said not to touch her.” Their leader says with a hateful gaze on me. One of the men tries to grab Katrina, pushing past me and I block his path, my fingers sliding into the waistband of his jeans to pull out a revolver and I aim it at the men. “Step back,” I order and everyone freezes. Except for the guy who's still moaning and rolling on the ground with a broken arm. Such a crybaby. I kick him backward for good measure and the animosity in the leader's eyes flares so I kick the kid again and again for my pleasure. Their leader takes a step forward. I cock the gun and point it at the kid on the floor. Whoever this kid is, he's obviously calling the shots around here. The leader steps back until they're at
JEREMY'S POV We gather in the insanely cramped space that is Mallory's room and I feel her eyes poking lasers into the back of my head. She's not happy with my presence and neither am I. Without a doubt, I believe that if she hadn't tipped the fucking police, Josephine would be here amongst us. Amongst them, at least. Any problems I have with Josephine are between her and I and no one has the right to interfere. I yell the words at the brick-headed Mallory and she yells back that anything that concerns Jo is also a concern of hers. She didn't travel across the Pacific to watch her best friend fall apart over an arrogant prick with no heart and do nothing about it. Kendrick, who'd been glaring lasers into Mallory's head also comes to her support. They're all sisters, she says and they live to support each other because that’s the only way they can thrive. I laugh at their bullshit talk, mocking them with my reply. If they were such a tight-knit support group, why'd they leave Jos
FIFTY-FOUR JEREMY'S POV I swing my fist to his jaw and he dodges my attack with a surprised, “Whoa!” I glare at my stupid body that's working too slow for my rage-infused brain and I want to take my frustration out on something. Something like the man beside me. “What’d you want…” I slur and clear my throat to throw him a glare. Why is my tongue so heavy in my mouth? “Save your anger for someone who deserves it, young Vongov. I have something you need to hear.” I move to stand but my knees are jelly at this point. What the fuck, how's that possible??? “Oh, it is possible.” He answers my unspoken question with a sip of his bourbon, hiding a sly smirk. “You– What did you do to me?!” I snarl at him because at this point that's the only thing I can do. Glare, Snarl, Growl, and Act Surprised. Fuck. “We needed to tranquilize the beast before I could have a proper conversation with you.” He settles back on the stool and crosses his legs like a businessman in a Forbes intervie
Jeremy's POV I stare after the old Chevrolet as it hurtles past me coughing up smoke from its exhaust, I question the believability of everything I just heard. It can't be possible. I trudge mindlessly into another bar, that asshole detective forgot to return my Vodka. The thief. I buy another bottle of Vodka and drink straight from the bottle this time around. No more glasses bullshit. My phone buzzes in my pocket and a piece of paper falls as I try to grip the phone from my pockets with my still lethargic hands. I shrug at the piece of paper and ignore it but a passerby picks it up for me. “Here, you dropped this.” “Thank you, kind stranger,” I answer in Russian as I collect the paper and the man looks at me strangely before walking off. I pull out my phone to see fourteen missed calls from Junnev and Malakai. I dial the group chat and they both answer at the same time. “What's up?” I growl into the phone. “We found her location.” “Where's she?” “She is in Guerrero's
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
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