JettThe woman was too stunned to speak. I let her mind register my words and once she did, she let out a gasp. I was slightly caught off-guard when she surveyed me from head to toe, still wearing that suggestive gaze. If ever she was threatened by my identity, she's handling it well."Jett... Rios. Your identity was never documented, but I've heard you were a glorious man. Though I never expected you to be so..." Her gaze met my eyes. "Breathtaking."I chuckled bitterly. "You meet the man who killed your husband and the first thing you do is.. compliment him?"Naya McConney shrugged. "Oliver was not a loyal husband anyway. We did not live together for the entirety of our marriage, of course, I understand why he was... entertaining other women. And when he died, I felt a little bad—but in our line of work, death is honorary because it was for the country."I smirked. "Was it a contracted marriage?"She nodded without hesitation."So, it seemed he had other reasons in mind when he begg
FallonJett lost consciousness almost immediately after returning. His guard told me he already lost a lot of blood and I realized simple first aid won't do. I looked up at the guard I summoned and asked, "Could you please contact our private doctor?" He nodded and left without a word. Sighing, I looked down at the unconscious man beside me. Do I take this chance to kill him? I wonder. I must've done a good job earning his trust and love if he's comfortable being this vulnerable in front of me. My Hawk side was telling me to grab the medical scissors in the kit and just stab him, but another side of me was strongly against it. Sighing, I let it be and cradled him gently until the guard returned. Feelings are so complicated. Love is so difficult. Why can't I choose who to fall in love with? Why him? My heart should remain only for Jaguar. Yet why do I not see Jaguar's face in him anymore? I looked up and saw the guard scurry to us with a man in a white coat. "Good day, madame, I
FallonI didn't want to admit it, but I was rendered speechless. Our relationship is now beyond a contracted marriage. We both knew it but none was willing to admit it, until now. No, you're not being delusional. I want it too. But I couldn't possibly say that, even if I try to lie. "W-What are you talking about...?" I mumbled instead. I looked down, avoiding his fiery gaze. "Let's- Let's just sleep."I thought he'd push the topic but I was surprised when he sighed and agreed. "You're right. This must be the fever talking. I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable, Corazon."I remained quiet, his questions still lingering in my mind. I'm getting too attached. I know my mission is to do exactly so but I couldn't help but feel like this group is growing on me. Nevertheless, I will not stop thinking of their wrongdoings and use that to convince me that they're evil people. Evil people... I'm currently snuggling, warm and comfortable in bed, with the leader of such evil people. He has s
Fox"When will you visit? I'm so lonely..." A lovely voice purred from the other end. I could feel the hair at my nape rising with her bedroom voice."I'll be there at 9. I'll buy food for our movie marathon, don't worry," I said and ended the call. Smirking, I looked back up at my monitors and saw a notification from one of the Elite AIs. As the squad's tech specialist, all the Elite AIs from the dispatched agents report to me and I relay their message to the Director."Ah, let's see, who's this from...?" I mumbled and clicked on the message. It took me a while to decode it but after seeing the complex and elaborate coding, it was obvious it was from Agent Hawk. She was the only one who used different codes every time.The message read:Naya McConney is dead. Vernons nearing bankruptcy. Agnellos loses men every day. Basil Hawks robbed. Need two half-siblings with a grudge against me. Need permission to kill Bartolome Rodriguez.My lips parted with the amount of information contained
FallonIt had been 3 days of solitude and I was starting to grow impatient. What is happening? Was my message intercepted somehow? I've been staying in the mansion, painstakingly waiting for a response. All I've been doing is tending to the garden or helping with the house chores. There has also been no social gathering given the crises the other big mafias are going through. Perhaps, Fox is gone? Did we lose our tech specialist without anyone informing me?I stayed staring at the blank ceiling wall with my back on the bed, overthinking every possibility and preparing for the worst. Until a knock outside woke me up. I immediately stood up and opened the door. Old Barry's calm face greeted me. "Old Barry," I acknowledged with much surprise. "What do you need?"He smiled. "Do you have some time to spare?"I immediately nodded.---I quietly sat with Old Barry in the library, warming my palms with the cup of coffeee he prepared. Like always, he had his small bowl of grapes and he qui
FallonWearing a faux black leather jacket, skinny jeans, and boots, I headed out to an apartment complex. My 'half-siblings' are also living in an apartment like Rio, but the building is relatively more well-maintained and cleaner.As I left for the mansion's front door, I ran into Aster. He stopped in front of me and said, "Let me drive you around today, Madame.""Hm? But aren't you supposed to be with Jett?""I was given orders to assist you today."Jett did? I quietly nodded and followed Aster to the garage."Where to, Madame?" He asked as he revved the Ferrari. It was my car that Jett gave me a few weeks back, during our seaside date. I hid my smile and told Aster the directions to Jaguar and Fox's place.It would've been a while since I last saw those two. It'll be quite the reunion.As we reached the building and parked in the underground parking lot, Aster spoke to me."Do you need a gun? We cannot risk you being harmed in a confrontation."I smiled politely. "Thank you for th
FallonAs I left for the door, I met Aster's eyes. He was taking off an earpiece and we accidentally made eye contact. He embarrassedly avoided my eyes and cleared his throat."You heard us?" I asked innocently.He immediately caved in and apologized, "I'm sorry. The Manager handed me this when you went in.""The manager?" I frowned. "I need to talk with him, it seems. It's impolite to be wiretapping someone's private conversation.""Yes, ma'am. I'll immediately get him—""Let me borrow your gun before you go," I belatedly said before he left to get the manager. With hesitation, he brought out the pistol and handed it to me. I nodded and let him go.I looked around the security cameras and made sure they couldn't capture this moment. I quietly opened the door and saw Fox treating his arm. I signaled him to go out quickly.I whispered to him and at the same time, I shot the window at the end of the hallway."Bring fake bodies."This was my effort to drown the wiretapped audio because o
Fallon"I-I don't know what you're trying to say—" I stuttered, but he cut me off."You're searching for your half-siblings, not for revenge but to indulge information about the mafia?" He sneered and cocked the rifle. I took a step back in feigned nervousness. "I knew I should've said something the first time I sensed something suspicious with you."I shook my head. "I don't know where you're getting that information but you're walking on thin ice right now, Old Barry."Aster stepped forward and shielded me. With a serious tone, he said, "Drop your gun. You know what punishment waits for disrespecting the Mistress of the mafia. It doesn't matter who you are as long as you're not the Master. The punishment is cruel to anyone. Drop. The. Gun."But Old Barry did not budge. "Move aside, young Aster. You don't know who you're protecting. She's most likely a spy from the government."Whispers and mumbles erupted in the hall. I shut my eyes and frustratedly sighed.Aster continued, "He's co
“One hundred! One hundred going once…” The auctioneer’s voice echoed inside the art studio, but it was slowly zoning out from a young man’s ears as he stared intently at the painting getting auctioned. “Going twice… No more? And…sold! Item 34 sold to Number 456 for 100,000 dollars!”Sebastian never imagined himself in an auction, better yet coming home with a bought item. He smiled and sat through the rest anyway, keeping his number on his lap. He’ll only auction for that one painting since all he needs is the experience for their next big assignment.After the auction, he went to the cashier to pay for the item and he was guided backstage to claim it. He thanked the cashier curtly, maintaining as minimal eye contact as possible, and pulling his black fedora hat lower as he picked up his item.It was an original painting by an international artist. It was half his size and had a simple but deep drawing. Sebastian sighed and left the auditorium with the painting. This can be his birthd
In a quiet neighborhood by the north, where a recent historical moment took place, lived a small family of three. One was a diligent mother who works a daily 9-5 in an elementary school as a teacher, one was an elementary student son that’s most usually dubbed as a prodigy, while one was a seemingly simple yet mysterious father that works in a vulcanizing shop fixing and cleaning cars…but hides a dark past.These three people live quietly together, but one intrusive thought keeps one of them at night. Lylia lays awake and is almost always kept up at night by this one question: when will he pop the question?They’ve only been together for only over a year, but at the rate of things, they should reach another level in the relationship soon. So why is he taking so long?---One day during their routinely trips to the mall and department stores, Matt leaned on a wall outside as he waited for Lylia to finish shopping inside a female department store. Matt’s eyes caught sight of a petite wo
Warning: mature content.Enya, better known as Agent Leo, was a cheerful woman in one of the most dehumanizing jobs in the world. She’s heard she doesn’t fit in her job almost every day, but that doesn’t stop her from climbing the ranks and carrying out orders from the higher-ups. With her special unit, found family, she’s living inside her bubble of principle and a very private lifestyle.She’s been pretty satisfied with her life. Although, if there’s one thing she feels short of, it’s friends and acquaintances. She does not have the luxury to participate in social functions often, limiting her social life. Which meant, the people she knows are either from work or her relatives. Which also meant, she is deprived of one of the most elating privileges of an adult life—romance.Her life lacks romance.So she’s ended up with one of the most risky settings, she agreed in a friends with benefits arrangement. Now, she’s in a complicated estrangement with none other than her unit leader—Will
How far can you go for your dreams?How much are you willing to sacrifice?For Belle Alcazar, she can go as far as possible. She can sacrifice as much as she can. Growing up, the mestiza beauty was determined to fight for justice. But could she possibly sacrifice the love of her life, Aster Fernandez?While she was conflicted, Aster was sure to never let her go. The only things in life he values are the mafia and her. He cannot see a life without her. But she just had to choose to be a cop. And he just had to be a mafia member.When duty calls, will you answer at the cost of your love?---Belle was nine-year-old, swinging at their local park, when she saw a boy being pushed around by other kids.It was a wimpy kid circled around by tall, intimidating boys. They were pushing him around until he finally fell to the ground. It was almost an instinct for Belle to stand up and march towards them, witnessing such a blatant example of injustice. Her golden-brown locks bobbed as she purposef
Note:This is the last chapter. Thank you to everyone who made it to this point! It has been quite the journey ^^ It took us a few months and a lot (I mean a lot) of mental breakdowns and writer’s block. Nevertheless, it was fun to tell Jett and Fallon’s story. This book has a lot of errors, I’m sure, but I made it with full sincerity and honestly enjoyed the journey to the end. I will edit it if I’m allowed, but please bear with the errors for now. ^^Please do not be shy to drop your thoughts, sentiments, and/or feelings, that you wanted to express while reading in the comments. I will be happy to see you guys and interact with you (if it’s possible) in the replies. The chapters that will follow will be special chapters for our precious side characters. For now, please enjoy this chapter of Jett’s perspective.---She used to be a walking mystery. An enigma. Holding onto her was like holding onto a double-edged sword. When he first saw her, he never thought she would be the woman t
Warning: mature content.On a private island in Jett’s homeland in Madrid, lived a small family of three. It was a secluded island with only one mansion of marble and glass standing by the beach.From its lounge, a woman sat with crossed legs and a warm cup of coffee on her lap, watching the rising sun from the horizon of the sea. Her pin-straight black hair draped over her shoulders as her freshly returned bangs gently swayed over her forehead, inhaling the sweet morning dew. Her satin robe slipped and showed her smooth legs as she crossed her legs, letting the cold air seep into her nakedness under the robe. She paid it no mind and continued to appreciate the serenity the new dawn offered.Ah, this is the best retirement life she could’ve ever asked for, the woman thought.After years of constantly glancing over her shoulder, keeping her guard up, and longing for someone, finally, it’s all over. To live a life of languid and slow-living. To live without any reservations and … to ha
“…Therefore, the judge’s verdict shall be…”Warren Mongarde, who was once a mighty powerful man in a suit, looked as if he aged so much after a few weeks in trial. Cuffed and unshaved for days, he looked forlorn and misunderstood, to appeal to the jury.But it was all for naught when he heard it.“Guilty.”And the judge slammed his gavel decisively.Guilty. Such a small word for such a big thing.He knew his life would change drastically from here on out. It was inevitable. But for his age, he’d say he’s achieved enough. He’s already been the President of the US; is there anything more he can achieve to top that?So he laughed. He laughed loudly, his voice resonating in the court. All eyes were on him, but he continued to laugh. Their once dignified President now looked like a crazed serial killer who had just been sentenced to a life sentence.He doesn’t care anymore.Maybe, if he was given the chance to exact revenge…but he’s too old for that. He’s past his prime. He can’t even prop
FallonI was on the stairs of the jet when they pointed a gun at us. When I turned, I saw a Jaguar with a gun. Behind him were Leo, Rhino, and Panda. They all wore serious faces. I involuntarily gulped.From in front of the airport, I heard the cops’ sirens and sounds of shots being fired. Matt must be shooting them down as we speak.I put Sebby down and whispered, “Go inside.”“But Mama…”“Go.” I cut him off. “Mama will follow, I promise.”Sebby hesitantly entered the jet. Jett, who was also in the process of climbing, stared at Sebby with quiet reassurance. Once he was inside, I pulled out my gun. The pistol is in the hidden compartment with the silencer. I can’t believe my last use of this would be towards my colleagues. I roamed around the hangar and found one of its CCTVs.Jaguar found out what I was looking at and said, “It’ll only be hijacked for one minute more. We took too long.”“I see,” I said and locked eyes with all of them. My arm holding the gun was trembling. Everyone
FallonI watched Jett stagger backward and cough up blood.The man laughed, a mocking laughter. It irked me. Subconsciously, I was in the air and my feet connected to the side of Rhino’s head. My body twisted and delivered a clean flying kick to his head. It was over before I knew it, and the six-foot-tall giant was already clutching his head and groggy. I didn’t mean to attack one of them like that…but after I saw Jett and heard the man’s derisive laugh, I guess I lost it. “That’s all you got?”I heard a sneer from behind. Realizing what I’d done, I sent an apologetic gaze to Rhino who was still dazed and visibly disoriented. “Looks like you’ve lost your touch.”“Why don’t you come at me, then?”The man chuckled and walked toward us, provoked.“Fine.”I backed away, giving them space to fight. Jett was only barely taller than him, and the man was more buff. Jett was in his stance. The latter was standing upright, relaxed.I thought he’d go on the defense, but after Jett’s first pun