Unfortunately, the truth came out and almost completely destroyed Rose. The lunch box packed in the small bag in Rose's hand came loose and hit the floor, pulling Rose's ability to struggle. The surge of Rose's breath came roaring out. That face... was currently helpless before her. Scared and looking down, the only thing Rose could find in the man she had been searching for.
George .... The heat of Rose's mind overflowed. She clenched her fingers, then a storm of anger gathered in a dynamic centered on one main axis. Nimble and uncontrollable as Rose was, she pulled the cloth collar on the body of the man who had done nothing. Silent, occasionally glancing at Theo. "I got you." Rose really couldn't help herself until she lunged into the gap of George's legs and shook the man's body violently many times. What a pleasant coincidence. Rose's voice was shrill as the commotion erupted. Rose had been quite patient so far, for that matter she was so eager to weaken"Don't let him go." Rose woke up to the rest of the painful memories, instantly paired with a pair of gray beads that struck her face sharply. She didn't know how Theo had come to rest on the arm of the sofa—not on top of her, but trapping Rose between a large body covered in a long shirt rolled up above the man's elbows. "Where's George? I have to get him!" Once Rose attempted to rise, she was confronted with the solid, firm surface of his chest as a shield. Rose's breath caught, running out of ways to deal with whatever she had to accept. Should Rose blame herself for the stupidity of letting George Keneddy get away without a sliver of hope that she could hold on to him. "I want to see George." Rose's brown eyes blinked for the umpteenth time. She wanted to go back in time to just a few moments ago. Such a terrible failure had led her to a similar dream. "I want to see George." Rose mumbled under Theo's watchful eye. Her husband watched silentl
Theo was not foolish to attribute the qualified truth to the worst, and he chose not to know anything. Except this time George Keneddy's involvement seemed to reopen the case that Theo had deliberately suppressed. The murder and the tattoos Rose had mentioned. Especially the scalp tattoo that Theo had never seen. He began to think the two were connected. "So you sought me out to take the life of your parents' murderer?" Sharp and hissing, that was the kind of thing that made Rose have to hold her breath. For the sake of her sanity Rose couldn't stay silent, letting things get more complicated. "I want to meet George. Find out who the leader is and yes, you have to kill them for me." Rose's consistency was still the same. Slightly fiery said that wish while clutching the shirt tightly to her husband's chest. "What price will you offer?" She began to dare to negotiate. In front of Rose, Theo's eyebrows were raised high. "How much will I offer? Can I make i
"Why are you taking me back to your mansion?" Along the way Rose had been plagued with confusion. Her question was only asked when the car was parked in the grounds of a large, towering building. "He's inside." Briefly. Theo opened the car door taking Rose with him. Instead of entering the main gate, they went to the right wing where a door opened that led them into a dark hallway. "Where are we going, Theo?" asked Rose, squeezing tightly the fingers that were joined and clasped between her knuckles. "The basement." It came as a surprise to Rose, as she had never known such a room existed while living with her husband. "How come George is here?" "I commissioned Lion to get him while you were unconscious." So .... Rose wanted to speak up again, but in front of her was the helplessness of George Keneddy who had been completely paralyzed. Rose glanced at Theo as the man knelt beside George Keneddy. The gag forcibly pulled aw
"You're just going to waste your time here. There's no point. Now we'd better go." So worthless in Theo's eyes. He didn't know that Rose had spent most of her life searching. Just because of one man's point of view in an instant all Rose's struggles were gone. Theo had destroyed all the hard work that had been fruitless until this moment. Without George Keneddy where should Rose start again. Rose's position is no longer what it was before she knew Theo. Just as Canada and Italy contained different stories. "What are you waiting for, Sugar. Let's go." Rose brushed away the fingers that almost touched her arm. She looked down deeply followed by lips that thinned uneasily. She did her best not to spit out the water that was racing down her memory lane, making her eyes glaze over. "You have no idea what kind of effort I've put in just for this one person. Sacrificing everything. My time and thoughts, even my pride." Rose's tone was
"Castrate him now." Theo's absolute command drew the attention of those under one leadership. Some stared in disbelief, others looked down in resignation. Theo didn't care what they thought. Focused on reducing the anger and sharpening the helpless man on the bed. After dealing with Rose's rage in the basement, Theo proceeded with the rest of the decision by hiding George Keneddy in an unnoticed warehouse, in the dirtiest of positions. He was still sane enough to take the life of Verassco's trusted man, knowing exactly where to weaken the enemy's consciousness the most. Theo was deliberate, thus Rose believed in the hope of the forcefully murdered. Meanwhile, he did everything in her own slick, untouchable way. The common thread had unraveled. Discovering the fact that George Keneddy was his wife's former client was worse than Rose's fiery rant. Theo thought the punishment he had mentioned would be an appropriate deterrent to Verasco's right-hand man
The piercing gaze that proved Rose's disappointment was still lingering. She brushed away Theo's fingers that touched the big jailen's fur, saying nothing more than asking Theo to step aside. Rose stepped aside to find her own way out. Out of Theo's reach while hugging her big bear tightly. "I'm talking to you, Sugar."Not once did Rose care. Nor did she care how Theo stayed where the man loomed. A step or two and Rose was already widening the distance away from her husband. Going straight, then veering off to the left. Beatrace's bedroom was Rose's main destination. Tonight, or perhaps until later, she didn't want to be in bed with Theo. As the door swung open the middle-aged woman was startled by the presence of Rose with a damp, droopy face. "What are you doing here, miss?" Beatrace's tone was entirely concerned. Rose shook her head vaguely to calm her down. "You don't mind me sleeping with you, in your room, Beatrace?" she hesitated. Rose thought a
"We're not going inside, sir?" During the car stop in front of the old connotation building, it was rather worn and dark looking. There was nothing Theo was doing, except watching intently at the one open door where some people were going back and forth, not greeting each other. The rest were probably talking for some mere interest. Theo's sharp gray eyes took into account all that was thought. The ripples on his face were both unreadable and calm as coral. Theo would not rashly do something openly. For him, a form of secrecy must be resolved in the same way. In terms of possible outcomes, perhaps not rushing is the right choice. Theo's breath came out roughly as he turned to meet Lion's eyes in the windshield. "Go to the other store." Which in a sense... Theo's goal was simply to see if the building that had been erected decades ago was finished. He was tempted to add another tattoo to his body. In a more private place. *** "Slow down, Miss. You'll ch
Rose's breath hitched, then she inched back toward the headboard. "I'm going to bed. If he asks again, tell him I don't want to be disturbed by anyone." Rose pulled the thick blanket over her body. As hard as it was Rose forced herself to close her eyes. It wasn't long before the touch of Beatrice's fingers on her arm woke her tightly closed lids. "Are you asleep, Miss?" Rose shook her head almost imperceptibly. Turning half of her body simply looked at the shady face of the woman who had positioned herself better. "There's something I'd like to ask you. Do you mind?" Rose's eyebrows raised high. Curious and clueless at the attitude Beatrace was displaying. "If I may know when was the last time you had your period, Miss?" When .... Rose couldn't quite remember. But if she had to confirm further, perhaps the eight days of Theo's departure while they were on the private island was the exact answer Rose could give to Beatrace. "Why
Waking up under the warm, soothing gaze of her husband's eyes seemed to lead Rose astray into the gray beads and thick fur that seduced her defenses. She closed her eyes again and nuzzled the surface of Theo's chest more closely. Inhaling the masculine scent that never faded a bit until the only thing Rose couldn't escape was that intoxicating fragrance. Rose deepened the sweep of her face in search of the most comfortable position, at least until Theo embraced her with his arms, but he did not. Theo gently grasped her dark brown hair, which felt just right as the man's large fingers sank between strands and then rubbed the back of Rose's head lightly. "Still sleepy, Sugar?" Theo's baritone voice was crisp as if the man had been preparing for a long time to ask her just one question. Rose pulled herself up onto Theo's body. Let her husband lower his head slightly, and she would look up to start the conversation. "You've been up since earlier?" That swee
Rose woke up amidst the silence passing through her body. She scanned the perimeter of the living room still sharing the same oxygen and other things that wouldn't change. Including her husband—Theo on the side sitting back with his beady eyes closed so calmly, as if unaffected by the slightest movement from Rose who had just removed the arm band around that solid and firm body. She didn't know the last time Theo had immersed himself in the deep sea between them. Rose only remembers the little part of her that couldn't hold on any longer, then fell asleep clinging to Theo's body. While her husband was busy drumming on the keys of the keyboard, occasionally rubbing the top of Rose's head–offering a nod to the drowsiness and heaviness in her eyes. Rose's gaze shifted momentarily to an object on Theo's lap. It looked like Theo's coding work had been completed. A horizontal green line almost a quarter full filled the empty box lengthwise on the monitor screen. Then Rose as
"You brought Esme out of the cage to meet Mr. Zever, Miss?" Lion's one swift question seemed to intimidate Rose that she had just made a big mistake. While twisting the lid of the jar of snacks that had just been removed from a whole plastic packet, Rose deliberately did not let her gaze linger on Lion for long. Neither did she deny the accusation based on the 'truth'. It was Rose, and she had no intention of simply wishing for time to turn back to fix her empty knowledge. If Rose hadn't brought Esmeralda to the main room and sent Zever into a tizzy. Maybe she wouldn't have been hounded by her own thoughts about Theo waiting in the living room and her accompanying her husband on the hack. Last time Rose had told her everything. All about the problems they had to face together. And just like that—there wasn't much of a response from Rose after she ended her long string of sentences. Theo was silent, but Rose was sure he had processed all the information well.
"Can you, Theo?" repeated Rose. Without specifying an answer she wanted to understand what Theo was thinking. Theo's silence was like ice until the atmosphere in the room changed. "Theo ...." "We can't predict what problems will happen in the future." "Yes, I'll try not to put you in any danger. But I can't promise." "I'm talking about you. Not me." To not put her in danger. Rose didn't think that was what she meant. "I know. I can take good care of myself." "But you didn't even dodge when I shot you." Rose parted the blanket between them. Her gaze fell to where she had fired hot lead at Theo. Already back to full skin, the scars were invisible—perhaps Travis had given them an elixir. Some of the wounds on Theo's body weren't as gruesome, except for the part where the shredded wound merged with a fold of flesh. "I didn't dodge, because I knew you weren't a danger to me." "It just looks that way, doesn't it? In fact, I put m
Rose never looked away from the sleeping face in front of her. Theo had said he wanted to sleep, and he did just that after their intimacy ended. The intimacy while Theo was awake was exciting, but what was unforgettable was that Theo held Rose almost tightly, never once releasing the embrace until all Rose could do was stay still. Occasionally she would have to wail at Dara's figurine. Rose imagined how if Dara hadn't had such a bad experience, maybe she would have seen what a happy man her husband was without having to carry guilt for almost the rest of his life. Rose understands that Theo might be carrying all the wounds, especially Verasco's denial of his existence. And it was Theo who had to bear every bit of pain that Zever should have. Rose had already found the answer to the very first question posed to Theo. She had once hurt the palm that now often caressed her, when she lost Oracle and caused Theo to come face to face with Bouldog. Rose questioned why Theo didn't sh
"Damn woman. How dare you play behind my back!" A thrown item almost hit the woman who was staggering in fear. Still in her nun's clothes, the woman's body was dirty and covered in bruises. Her long hair was disheveled. The woman grimaced with the corners of her lips trembling in fear. It was her fault that she was found in a state of no escape. The rage of a man was about to take her life. A man in a fit of rage is truly merciless. She endured every punishment, especially the way the cigarette flame touched the skin of her hands and feet. She just resigned herself unable to hold on to the resistance. It was all too late. Couldn't get rid of the savage, crazy and heartless old man. "Mercy, sir," she said softly, but explosions of rage overwhelmed the worn-out warehouse. She was helpless. Her long hair was pulled back to stare up at a face full of frowns and vicious streaks that went everywhere. Then a slap made the nun—clad woman turn away violently. "I apo
For the next few seconds, not a word was spoken. Theo's fingers were still doing their endless thing. More and more those hot lips began to nestle in the recesses of Rose's neck. Sometimes a small nibble on the earlobe would tempt Rose to let out a stifled moan. Rose had to remind Theo they had just had an emergency situation. His father probably hadn't left the mansion yet. And the man was already back to his perverted thoughts. "Theo, this isn't our room," Rose warned. It was enough to make Theo stop. The moment the ash bead turned towards Dara's large figurine, a mischievous grin simultaneously appeared offering Rose all kinds of alarm. She should have acted quickly before Theo did anything. Unfortunately Rose's movements were sluggish, spilling onto the bed first as Theo brought her to tussle under the thick blankets. One tug of a t-shirt on Rose's body slipped away. The rest of the clothes were just as easily tossed to the floor. Theo seems impatient to undo
"Damn old fart!" Zever's silence was short-lived. The next Theo was back in the picture. The man's anger was unusually explosive. He slashed at anyone nearby once, then lunged at Verasco mercilessly. A lunge that sent Verasco toppling backwards to hang from the second floor railing. "Great lord!" called Lion loudly. Everything had happened. Verasco's position was under great threat while Rose stared at Theo in disbelief. "What are you doing?" She asked incredulously. Thankfully, Verasco was still able to defend himself. However, Theo's cold streak didn't exactly care as he waltzed away towards Dara's room. The last point Rose found her husband disappeared, then turned to where Lion was trying to pull Verasco's arm to crawl up. "Let me help," Rose said shakily, offering to help. She and Lion struggled together. Little by little, they dragged Verasco to get the right accuracy to place his feet between the holes. One or two counts of them strugglin
The first time she opened the door to the main room, Rose's eyes were fixed to the west, noticing Theo and Verasco facing each other along the second floor line. No wonder Verasco's voice was booming as he searched for Lion. The man who was also there, bowed down next to Theo's body and said absolutely nothing. Rose closed the frame quite carefully. Keeping her distance from her husband. She was grateful that Theo was still in control of the body, though not with Verasco who seemed to be growing increasingly displeased. Anger was thick in Verasco's gray bead. The worst part hurt in Rose's mind when the middle-aged man spoke up. Not knowing how Theo heard it, Rose took a step faster. "You ignorant bastard. You should have gotten out of my son's body!" Verasco said angrily again. Theo's defiant stance was relaxed in the face of his father, as if it didn't matter what Verasco said. However, Rose knew very well what Theo was like inside. She quickly grabbed one