FallonI've been sleeping alone in the wide bed for days.My 'husband' has been more neglectful than before and more focused on his work.I've tried visiting him a couple of times but I would leave immediately because of his unwelcoming ambience. Like I was a walking distraction that was consistently hindering him from his work. Until I've grown annoyed and just stayed at home.That dick. One day he's sweet as a honey bee and the next he's cruelly cold as dew to drooping leaves. Today, I continue spending time with Noire.I heard he's home today but still caved in his office. Sighing, I lazily left my room and headed to Noire's. I'd rather play with the kid than overthink the possible reasons why he's suddenly burying himself in paperwork. Is it something related to his talk with Chris Agnello? It's likely that he changed and became distant after that day.I know something's up. But it's so difficult to find out what.As I ambled the hallways on my way to Noire's room, I came across h
FallonThey talked about nonsense, something I never thought Jett would waste time on especially right now. He acted like he was at his busiest yet this is what I hear the moment I listen in on them. I rolled my eyes. Boys."Let's get back to the topic, Jett. Stop distracting me, man," Ross complained. I heard shuffling and a few papers being checked."Why is he still asking us for those things, anyway? Didn't we repay him a long time ago?"A heavy exhale. Then Jett replied, "He saved my mother's life before, Ross. No amount of money can repay that, which is why I owe him a favor. He's using that favor now.""Damn," cursed Ross."You should've said that from the start so I know you didn't have a choice... Still, he's asking too much."So, this client of theirs must be running for a spot in the government in the elections and he's used a favor to ask Jett to ensure 600,000 votes in Las Vegas? A politician is connected to an underground mafia. Not unheard of, but it is a serious matter.
Fallon"Yes, I'm familiar with this." Carter extracted the tracker from my ring and put the small square object under a magnifying glass. He then connected it to his computer and typed more unfamiliar things on the screen."It's the common GPS tracker but more precise and made to fit small objects like your ring. This was probably customized and accessed easily on a phone app.""I see... If I bring you another ring similar to this, can you tell if we have the same tracker?"He nodded. "Of course.""Alright." He handed the ring back to me after putting back the tracker. "Thank you, Carter."I smiled politely and tried dismissing his curious gaze, but he probably couldn't hold it back because as I left for the door; he asked, "Does the master keep track of where you go like this, therefore you also want to keep track of where he goes?"Curious, curious man. I'd like it if he just quietly obeys what I say, but of course, curiosity is part of human nature. It's inevitable for someone to a
Leo"I think we got something!"I dragged my gaze away from the screen and looked over to the other table where I heard the voice. The agents have already crowded in front of that screen. A tense air filled the place as I waited for their reaction. The pressure is building up. After hours of researching and digging, this is potentially the fruit of our hours of work.“Well?” I impatiently asked—my hands on my waist.The agents nervously glanced up at me. It took them a few more seconds of re-checking before they said, “This is a decoded call between Senator Warren Mongarde and Jett Rios on March 27th, 21:00. Mongarde says he needs the votes secured a week before the election proper. Rios responds he’s working on it and that 600,000 votes from Las Vegas is not easy to obtain.”I released the breath I didn’t know I was holding.So, it’s true.For days, we’ve speculated on the connection between the mafias and the politicians in the coming election. It’s not surprising for candidates to
LeoDirect orders. Withdraw. Case closed.I made sure the orders were received by Hawk’s Elite Ai. So, why did we still receive a mission report immediately after? She knows Senator Mongarde is closely affiliated with Jett Rios. Good. Then she should know that she must go. It’s the best option.But why is it that a week later, there is still no shadow of her in sight?Where has Hawk gone? Did she even leave?I’ve been pacing around my room for twenty minutes, thinking of all the possible situations that she could be in that’s hindering her from showing up in the HQ. Perhaps the Rios mafia has figured her out and she blew her cover? Maybe they’re on the search for her? Or what if she’s grown too attached to the place? Worst case scenario…did she fall in love with someone in there?No. The last one is impossible. I know Hawk and she’s not one to be personal in a professional mission. But I can’t ignore the possibility.I came to the HQ a few minutes later and looked for Fox. Like me, he
Fallon“I’m sure you’ve been expecting this for quite some time.”His glare hardened. I had to bite back from gulping in nervousness. This is it. The confrontation I’ve been preparing myself for. If he insults me, I can accept it. If he says he’s disappointed, I can accept it. But I’m not ready to accept it if he beats me. Nevertheless, I can do this. I ‘should’ be able to do this.“Tell me everything, amor.” His gentle tone surprised me. Will he still use that tone after everything?“I want no secrets between us. What are you?”It took me a moment to compose myself and my answer. I contemplated if I should be honest now or risk this again and keep going. “I don’t need to explain anything. It’s exactly as you saw.”“No, I want to hear it from you. What are you?”I pursed my lips and walked past him, sitting in the bed. He followed.Do I blow my cover? I’ve failed this. It’s impossible to think he’ll still trust me and besides, I can’t think of any more excuses. That or my heart just
Fallon“Why didn’t he return after saying he’d be taking wine?” I asked aloud, my mind wandering about our earlier conversation. Linda is currently helping me pack my things in the closet, getting ready to leave quietly as soon as we get the perfect chance.“The young mas—the master returned but you were already asleep, madame. He decided to let you sleep as he took the wine in his office,” she informed. I looked up at her with raised brows. He did? Wow.“And he didn’t even bother to leave the wine on the table so I could drink it when I woke up,” I muttered and scoffed. “Douche.”I heard Linda’s faint laugh. “The master is affectionate nor thoughtful like he should be. Though I am confident he will be a good father,” she said, shooting a meaningful stare at my stomach and up at me.When I realized what she meant, I sternly shook my head and pursed my lips. “Linda, you know why I don’t want to tell him. I told you…”“Yes, yes, I understand. I was merely saying…” she defended. “Anyway
Fallon“The preparations for the elections are reported to have been finished. Dear citizens, there are only five days until voting day…” I passed by the news on the lounge. So it’s 5 days until the moment of truth? Will Mongarde win? Did Jett secure the votes?I’m curious…will the mafia still be alive to witness everything that’ll happen?“Madame?” Linda called from behind. I slowly turned to her. “Your bath is ready,” she cryptically informed me with a meaningful stare. My eyes lingered on her before I nodded and climbed the stairs.We were quiet during the walk to the room. And when we got inside, I was immediately questioned.“I’m sorry for the doubt, madame, but I heard you made a few bottles of your favorite wine earlier and stored them for tonight’s party. Madame, why do I have a feeling that you mixed something in that drink?” Her expression was tenebrous as she scrutinized me.“What are you trying to accuse me of, Linda? Why would I put harmful ingredients in that wine if I’m
“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