FallonIt had been four days after Jaguar came to the mansion. Four eerily uneventful days passed and I still couldn't find the right time to have a word or two with him. The reason why is because my husband has never left my side for no more than five minutes.He changed so much since that night and I wonder if it's because he genuinely likes me or because he's keeping his eye on me, warily, watching my every move should I do something to the mafia. The latter is highly likely. I've realized now that Jett is difficult to understand. Nobody can know his entire personality. Unless they've known each other since they were babies and the only person like that here is currently unconscious and is still fighting for her life—Natalia.Her condition is still critical even after four days. They said she was almost done with those high-caliber machine guns that I assume were Fox's and that had she been treated any later than a few seconds, she wouldn't have made it. Needless to say, the mafia
JettI leave Fallon's side for a few minutes and she's already nowhere to be found.Sighing, I walked out of the empty room and looked around, hoping to see a shadow of her.The mansion was breached and I came inside to check if my wife was okay. The rage currently swirling inside me is uncontrollable but I have to keep a calm mind in this situation.Our defense is getting too sloppy that I know I'm gonna have to re-discipline my men after this is all over.The strict frown on my face intensified when I came to check on Jaguar, his name being one of the useless things he told us, and found out he had escaped. I hadn't killed him yet but I injured him to the point of near-death so it's a real wonder how he uncuffed and unlocked the cell—unless, this was an inside job. Then it would be a more serious problem because that person if remained on the loose, would rot the mafia from the inside."Look for your mistress!"I barked the order at anyone I crossed paths with as I made my way outsi
FoxMay that woman respectfully go to hell.I slammed my fist on the wheel as we drove away. It was damn hard to lose the cars following us but after an hour of sweating and trying hard, we finally got away. They were persistent as fuck, living up to their reputation of being the most infamous mafia around here. But the hell I care, as long as I get these two back—and I only got one!"Why the hell did she not want to go with us?!"I've been screaming the same question over and over again because I can't seem to understand why she let us take only Jaguar. Speaking of, I glanced at the rearview mirror to check his state."Is he gonna live, bro?""He will. Don't worry," one of the agents trained in paramedics replied calmly. He was so busy wrapping bandages all over Jaguar that I almost mistook him for a mummy."Can someone confirm if Leo's at her registered apartment?"I asked again, hoping to seek refuge in her place. Leo has been quiet about Jaguar's issue. The time I needed her the m
Fox"What loose ends do you mean?" Leo walked farther away from the others and I followed. This was not the first secret side mission that the Director had given us. Who knows, maybe Jaguar was also on a secret side-mission too so he let himself be captured. At this point, I don't even know. She spoke after sighing, "The Director had to make sure Hawk is not making allies outside of the FBI. He's grown wary for some reason, and thus, here I am checking if she's made connections in the Agnello mafia." "Why is she not allowed to make allies outside the FBI?" I curiously pried. "Because those allies are not to be trusted, Fox. They can betray you anytime and if Hawk depends on them too much, it will also endanger the mission." I turned quietly to ponder over what she said. It sounded correct but at the same time incorrect.Why would Leo think Hawk would depend on people she just met over us, the FBI, who's been with her since day one? And why do they immediately assume she'll be bet
Fallon"What? Natalia's awake?" My eyes widened. Linda just came in bearing the big news and I was dumbfounded and didn't know how to react. Sure... It's good she's awake, but won't she come back to looking for Jaguar and Fox? I'm afraid they still haven't left LA yet... but Natalia's still injured! Right! She still needs to rest and that'll take a few days, right?I convinced myself as I showered and got ready for the day. Ellie and Rory informed me yesterday that they'd check up on me after hearing what happened at the mansion yesterday. I don't mind having the wives around, but they will bring their husbands for sure, and I can already see that the mansion's not gonna be quiet anytime today.As I left the room and made my way to the infirmary where Natalia's resting, I passed by the garden and caught a glimpse of the blooming Monkshood flowers. My eyes stayed on the flowers for a hot minute. When is the right time to use them? I shouldn't do it when Jett is present else he'll be ex
FoxWe let two days of hiding pass before we decided to fly back. Hawk didn't want to voluntarily run away. She said so in the cryptic message she sent the other day. When I first read it, I was infuriated.Why? Why did she have to go this far and commit to this mission when she could always fail this one and just try again in another mission instead of dying on this one? She's wasting the opportunities and throwing her life away!Then after pondering for a few hours, I realized it was her honor and pride in the country that was keeping her motivated. Hawk is a very devoted and loyal agent. She's all for the country's good future. So it's not a surprise she wants to finish this. But is it all worth it? Is Director Morris' approval and praiseworthy of risking your life? Or does she have another purpose? —I returned to Manhattan with a heavy heart. I could sigh in relief because I brought back what was taken from us—Jaguar—but saddened at the same time because one of us was left beh
Fox"He meant Natalia can go around and do whatever, right? Should I get rid of Natalia myself? She'll be a big threat to us once she recovers." I asked Leo as soon as we left the Director's office. We walked—well, I wheeled—side by side in silence, both deep in thought.I saw her shrug and continue walking."Go do whatever you want. Either tell her the Director instructed you to leave her or sneak back into the mansion yourself. But remember, Hawk sent us away." The question is, we don't know Hawk's plans. Even if we tell her, there's no telling if she'll obey it especially if it's against her prior plans. I sighed."Do we just leave her alone? We put her in a difficult position many times and almost compromised her. Isn't it just right we help her this time?""Our help was more than enough. She can do the rest herself."I turned my curious gaze to her. "You're sounding a bit cold and harsh lately, Leo. What's gotten into you?"Leo stopped in her tracks. In the middle of the empty h
FallonTwo days after the uproar the ruction inside is still yet to die down. I could see everyone still agitated and on their guard. I quietly sighed and entered Noire's room. Noire and Niamh were out on the mall the day of the bombs and gunfire. I sighed in relief when I heard that the other day. Good, or else the kid will be traumatized for life."Auntie Fallon!" The five-year-old squealed when she turned to me while playing with her toy... is that a grenade? My eyes widened and I hastily inspected the toy."Why are you playing with these kinds of toys, Noire?" I calmly asked the kid. Is this a coincidence?"Daddy gave toys... Are toys bad? Auntie Fallon?" She innocently replied, pouting at the toy hand grenades. I sighed. Ross, that asshole. Sometimes he's a good dad but at these times... I don't even know what to call him."Toys are great but not toys like these that are dangerous in real life," I explained. She should know this at a young age to be aware. She can't be growing up
“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