FallonJett's words rang in my head until the next day. I realized I was successful in wrapping him around my finger. He's madly, blindly, in love with him. As am I, but I still prioritize my mission over my emotions. And so, I decided to pay Old Barry a visit in the basement. Jett had just gone in and I asked to go in after him since he and the boys have to discuss in their meeting room afterward, I can also keep an eye out for him. As I stepped down the stone stairs, I heard chains jiggling. I was greeted by a few metal cells, only one occupied, and a darkly lit room. A worn-out oak floor, cobble walls, and a blinking light bulb. How ominous. I looked around and inspected the area for security cameras or wiretapping. After making sure the place was clear, I pulled a wobbly wooden stool and sat in front of him. He looked up at me with a glare. This pitiful old man... I think I should end his suffering. "Do you feel bad for embarrassing me yesterday night?" He snickered. "They des
Fallon"Old Barry is dead."I woke up to that news. It surprised me how quickly Jaguar took action. Now, the mansion is busy preparing for his funeral. It wasn't a surprise to them that I didn't participate much, since we didn't end on a good note, but I did put some effort into looking for a black outfit. Two solemn days later, it was Old Barry's funeral.Jett was deadpan the past few days, probably in shock at what had transpired a little while after they dropped him off at the club. While I tried my best to look mournful.Nonetheless, there was one topic that piqued my interest for the past two days. It was an interesting rumor. Old Barry's daughter, Natalia Rodriguez, would be coming here for the funeral. It was a name that was never mentioned ever since I came to the mansion. When I asked Linda about her, she explained that Natalia was around Jett's age and was his close childhood friend.When asked about the reason for her disappearance for the past few months, Linda excused her
FallonI was mildly surprised when Natalia felt my stare and turned to my direction. Of course, she's also trained since she was young. It's not surprising for her to be hypersensitive. Our eyes met. My raven eyes met dark and stoic chocolate ones. Beautifully enticing, but dangerous. I didn't change my expression but I saw her lips slightly curl as she nodded at me. Without another glance at Jett, she went to me and stopped a safe distance away. "I'm glad to finally meet the new Mistress of the mafia. I'm Natalia Rodriguez, madam," she introduced herself, with that same monotone, and offered a hand. I didn't bother tilting my head up to match her and only moved my eyes. I don't know what her motives are. Though she came here to grieve for her father, I did hear her casually mention Jett as her first love. I have a feeling she won't come back to where she came from even when Old Barry's funeral is over. Nonetheless, it never hurt to get as many people's trust. So, I gently shook
FallonNatalia wore a pained expression as she talked about her old man. I somehow sympathize with her, remembering the days I realized my parents were totally... gone. We were similar in that aspect—just two lost kids who were left by their parents. But our coping mechanism is far different from each other.Natalia openly talks about her emotions. I keep it inside and wait until it dissolves. The problem is, it doesn't dissolve and I know, one day I will explode. So, all I have to do is avoid confronting my emotions again to avoid myself from self-destructing.Natalia sobbed quietly. I let my empathy surface as I consoled the grieving girl."I know you can heal from this in due time. Sometimes, we don't want to heal because that pain is the last strongest link we have to what we've lost... I hope you still choose to heal so you don't ruin yourself. Your old man wouldn't want that."She looked up at me and sincerely smiled. "Thank you, madam. I will," she said with earnest.I returned
Jett"She's making me really anxious, man. I could never expect what she does next," I complained. "Should I make her pregnant to tie her to me?""You mean you're not trying to? After all these months?" Ross asked me incredulously. We're in my office, the following day after I confronted Fallon. I frowned at him. "No, why would I?" I asked and his brows met. "What do you mean why? You need a successor and she's your wife! It's her duty to give the mafia a successor!" Her duty? That's ridiculous. I didn't marry her so she can pop babies out for me. Then again, I didn't marry her for the noblest reason. Still, it'd be too heartless to just make her my babymaker. Sure, she didn't mean much to me at first but after all these months, it's difficult to look at her and say her duty is to give me a successor. Aside from that reason..."You think I want to continue this shit? You think I want my son to constantly look over his shoulder because someone always has a gun pointed towards him?"
JaguarA smirk played on her lips as she lunged at me. I avoided the kick but I'm pretty sure it was heavier than it looks. She's petite and skinny, but I should do better than judge a fighter by how they look. Especially when she's so emotionally driven after she found out I'm her father's killer. I saw the power and strength that contained that kick and if I received that, I would be dead on the spot. She must be a close aide of Jett Rios if she's this physically capable. I was on the defensive for the first few seconds, trying hard to deflect or avoid her heavy and calculated attacks. She's mastered Muay Thai and Krav Maga since it's evident in her style, which is difficult to win against. Add the handgun that she's gripping tightly and sometimes using to strengthen her punches. I jumped and ran to the ruined couch for cover when she rained down bullets from her gun. I glanced at Fox who was quietly trying to lift his wheelchair. Our eyes met and he signaled at his wheelchair, im
Fox"Kidnapped, you say?" My hair rose at the calmly sinister tone the Director used. God damn it! Why do I have to report this to him?! Why not Leo?! He's the scariest man in the HQ and they're throwing me, the youngest, to face his wrath! Immediately after last night's events, I ran to Leo's apartment to ask what I should do. Leo panicked as much as I did and told me to report back to the HQ personally since this was an important matter. In a panic, I didn't realize she used me as the scapegoat to avoid the Director's wrath. Damn, Leo! This is why I deserve to be the next captain and not her!"E-Everything happened so fast, Sir," I reasoned, "I only realized he was gone when I saw a suspicious black van drive away. I doubt he was killed and assumed he was kidnapped."Director Morris's sharp stare made me sweat cold bullets. This guy. "Fox, I expected this mission to not go as smoothly as it should but it will be a real shame for the agency to lose the elite captain when in a mis
FallonI worked on keeping my expression blank, like a fresh slate. Like I was not looking at the bloody sight of the man I've always revered and... loved. He raised his gaze to stare at Jett and I saw blood trickle from his forehead to his chin, going through the side of his eyes like he was crying crimson tears.But I knew he was far from tearing up. I was proven correct when I saw the side of his lips curl up to a smirk. A condescending and mocking smirk that I was sure threw my husband off. Jett sent a harsh blow as he released his grip on Jaguar's chin, sending him to the wall. I could feel the vibration when his skull met the cobbled wall and I couldn't help but show my wince.I doubt Jaguar will survive another one of those. So I tried interrupting."Jett," I called him. "Isn't that a little too rough?"Jaguar's eyes went to me. Our eyes briefly met but I quickly averted them to look at Jett's back. I couldn't see what expression he wore but I doubt it's a pleasant one."If you
“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