Jack reached home and found the house a mess. The tables were tilted, and the glass had broken on the ground, “What did they want from my dad.”
As he walks to the kitchen, he questions and notices a set of beads on the table.
He picked up the beads and stood against the counter, looking out the kitchen window. With everything that was happening, all he could think of was Claire as he grabbed the knife and banged it into the kitchen table. What was the connection between her and Marcus? Why was he so secretive, and who could he trust?
The night went by as he tidied up. After cleaning up the downstairs, he locked the burglar bar gate and let the dogs loose in the back to the front of the yard.
Exhausted and feeling alone, he sat on the bed, and thats when he remembered his phone on the counter, eighteen missed calls. Checking the call log, it was seventeen from Claire and one from an unknown number. Claire had messaged him a few times, asking wh
The footsteps faded as Angela slowly opened the door. She looked through the side of the door. It was quiet; there was no one in sight. As she stepped out behind the door, she had to find the key to that door.She slowly picked through those keys and fitted every key. When he was down to the last key, the gate lock opened.With a sigh of relief, Angela looked around and walked over to the door. She attempted to push it open, but it was locked. She banged twice on the door.When she heard someone screaming for help, "Nicole, is that you?" There was no answer. Angela was searching through the keys when she heard footsteps from upstairs and ran manicured into the corner until the footsteps faded.She stood up and put the gun in the back of her Jean. She searched through the keys and found a key that had fitted into the door. She slowly turned the key, expecting the worst, taking a deep breath; when the door opened, a horrible smell came from the cell. It was
There is a knock on the door, Jack is sitting on the sofa, eating a snack, and he turns around to look at the door, removes his gun from his waist, he then switches off the TV, stands up, slowly walks over to the door as he peaks out of the curtain. It's 9 pm. Who could this be at the door in this weather? Whoever is at the door, their back is facing Jack. All he can see is a yellow raincoat. He then wipes the mist off the window and walks to the door looking through the peek hole. It's Claire. He opens the door. She is soaked from the rain, standing there as the water drips on the tiles, "Claire, what are you doing here at this hour?” Her eyes are red. It looked like she had been crying. "Claire, talk to me. Are you okay?" He walks behind her and removes her raincoat. He notices blood dripping from her arm onto the tiles, but Jack can't see any injuries on her. He places his hands on her cheeks, “Claire, talk to me. I am here
“Wake up,” Jack checked for a pulse, and with a sigh of relief, he got a damp cloth holding it to her forehead. She opened her eyes, holding her head, “what has happened?” she narrowed her eyes. Jack lifted her from the ground, "Will you be okay?" "I think I will." “Maybe I should drive you home.” “I will be fine, Jack.” “You can sleep on the sofa.” "Are you sure?" "Yes, I am sure it is raining outside." “Thanks, Jack, thats sweet of you.” "Can I get you anything to eat?" "I am fine, thanks." "Are you sure?" "I am sure, thank you.” Claire stared into Jack's eyes and smiled, “are you always this sweet?” Jack blushed. “It depends on who I am with.” Claire lay down on the sofa as Jack switched off the light. Claire turned and looked at him, “ Jack would you mind sitting in the other armchair?” “Sure, but why, though?” “I just feel safer with you around
"What are you doing, Claire?"Claire turned around surprised, "I wasn't expecting you here.""Yeah, well, I had a feeling you were about to do something stupid." he whispered, "did you find what I was looking for?""Meet me outside," Claire whispered."I have what you are looking for, but what will you do with this?""Have up opened it?" Claire nodded."You do know what? That is not what we agreed on. You were not supposed to read it.""Well, you know me, I like getting all up in your business.""Just give me the paper.""No, not until you tell me what you will do with it; things like this can get us killed.""So you were about to stab Jack in his sleep?""No, I was not, and no one can see us alone again. It will start to draw suspicion.""I know. I have already had to answer many questions I wasn't prepared for."Claire handed the paper. He opened the paper, "So this is it. We finally got to
Angela dragged Nicole to the car and drove off; she was happy Nicole was alive."There is something you must know, Angela.""What is it, Nicole?""Me being missing is far beyond you or me; Jack is in danger.""What do you mean he is in danger?"Nicole looked down. "Nicole, what are you talking about?"“I wish I could tell you in words, but I was taken for a reason, they are out to get you and Jack, and I was the closest you have.”Angela frowned, "Close; you are not making sense; what are they after.""That night, I got taken; it was not Jack's fault.""But Jack admitted to dumbing you in the river.""Well, he didn't. We found out that they were after us that evening; at the fire, we were dancing, and I was snatched by some guys wearing masks. Jack got away.""So why didn't Jack tell me the truth." Angela looked into her rearview mirror. There was a black Mercedes behind her."We were pro
"Who is that downstairs?"Claire and Jack quietly make their way down the staircase; it's their dad, his wearing a grey suit and holding his briefcase, "Jack, son, you never told me you had a guest over.""Well, dad, I was not expecting you."His father walked over to Claire, "hello, beautiful lady.""Hello, Sir; it's an honor to meet you finally."His dad smiled. "What is that smell? I have not smelled something on that stove for a while now.""I am preparing lunch, Sir; it would be great if you could join us.""Yes, I would love to eat a home-cooked meal; please excuse me. I want to get settled in."Jack and Claire had hidden the gun when they saw it was Jack's father.His father went upstairs, and Jack and Claire walked over to the window, "was that my imagination of someone being on the roof?" Claire shook her head, "No, I also heard someone."Claire looked through the window and saw the two black Mercedes had
Claire laughed as the crowd looked at her, “Relax, guys, it's a water gun.”"That gun looks real."Marcus and Jack shake their heads and continue walking.“Wait up, guys.” Melanie ran up to them."Where do you think they are going?"Max stood there looking at Marcus and Jack, “who cares where they are going? Let's enjoy ourselves."Claire looked at Melanie, “yeah, let's do that.”Melanie followed Jack and Marcus, "Why is she so around them?" Claire looked at Melanie, “those shorts she had on were so skanky.”"Can you stop already?" Max snapped, “let her be with whoever she wants. If it's Jack, so be it.”Claire's eyes grew dark, "I never asked your opinion." Claire stripped down to her bathing costume.Her eyes peer out through a wild tangle of hair like a cornered animal. Defiant and intense, but skittering around, looking for escape simultaneously
Jack paced back and forth in the room. He felt annoyed at everything that was happening, he was constantly being attacked, yet all he did was mind his own business. Jack stood by the window, noticing a car resembling Max's brothers. He knew if he were to bump into them again, he would probably kill. He picked up his phone and dialed Claire's number. She answered immediately. "Jack, are you okay?" "I'm fine. Sorry for disturbing you, but can I get Max's number?" "You called me because you want Max's number. Why do you want his number?" "I think I see his brothers outside my house, and I am not in the mood to put up with their shit again. I can't guarantee what might happen." "Jack, calm down. It's not them. They are here by his place." Jack went silent, “Okay, good.” Before she could say anything, he hung up. She called him back, "Jack, did you just hang up on me?" "No, Claire, we were done talking." The do
Angela en Rogan had a good night together, while Jessica had a terrible night.Claire returned to the safe house and asked for jack, but Jack had disappeared, and nobody knew where he had gone to. Will he come back, and why does Claire need him?What will happen in the safe house? Will there be more drama, or can they finely solve their differences?A lot is waiting to happen, but for now, it is still a mystery.-To be continued-Let us know what you think of this first book. There are more to follow.We would love to know your ideas of what might happen with them in the following books.
"You like her, don't you?""Like who, Nicole?""Do not act dumb, Jack. I saw how you looked at Jessica.”"Guys, it's one in the morning. What is going on?”Jack looked at his sister and shook his head. Nicole had been crying; Angela sat beside Nicole, squeezed her hand, then let out a gentle smile, "want to tell me what happened?"Nicole looked up at Angela, “it's Jack. He likes Jessica.”Angela was waiting for Nicole to say something."You know we love and care about you and will always be here for you, but you and my brother split up before the accident.”Jessica stood outside the door, hearing the conversation. She couldn't help but feel relieved that Angela had talked with Nicole. She looked across the passage and saw Jack's room light was on. Jessica tip-toed over to his room and looked inside. He sat with something in his hand; she couldn't make it out what it was.“He stil
“Why is everyone afraid of him?” Nicole asked."Well, sooner or later, you will know more about him. Rogan is not the type of guy you see here; he is a well-known international person, and people he deals with are in the underworld.”“The underworld?” Nicole said."Yes, where the money laundering, drugs gangs, and druglords are. He spent billions on creating that market. Have you heard of the site salt that comes from the dark web? Well, Rogan has the real thing running.”"Does that not create alot of enemies? Make people dislike you?""Of course. Why do you think I kept my identity a secret?"My brother never exposes himself, which is why I am surprised we came here. Angela looked over at Jessica, "what about you, Jessica? How do you feel about all this?""Angela, we've come a long way. You would know how I feel about it but, just like." Angela stopped her, “rather not say.”Jess
"Sorry, Angela, for bringing it up. It's better to let it out than to keep it bottled up, being uncertain."Nicole looked ahead and sunk in her seat, “it's him, "it's him, the guy who raped me."She pointed at a fifty-year-old white guy with a thirteen-year-old girl standing next to him. "Stop this car immediately,” Jessica demanded.Angela pulled over to the car, and Jessica walked up behind the older man, pulled out her gun, and shot him in the back of his head in broad daylight. Angela ducked down in the car, "what did you just do?""You saw what I did. That asshole deserved it.""He did, but come on, in broad daylight, we can't go doing shit like that in broad daylight.”Nicole sat in silence, watching the two girls talk. Jessica dared to kill the man in broad daylight for her sake. No one would do what Jessica did; she showed no emotion or remorse for what she had just done. “What if they saw the license plate An
Arriving at the hospital, Nicole and the others are waiting for the doctor."Don’t be nervous. You will be fine.""I dont feel that way. Right now, my heart is beating fast."She takes Angela's hand, placing it on her chest. "can you feel that?"Angela nods, "you will be fine try not to overthink it."Jessica is sitting on the opposite chair, is becoming impatient, then stands up and walks over to the reception. A young lady with red curly hair wearing red lipstick and a formal black skirt looks up."Can I help you, mam?""I don’t know, mam, if you are capable of doing anything else than sit there ignoring instead of lifting your ass off that chair and coming over to us to tell us what the holdup is?"The receptionist flickers her eyebrows, looking down at her file, then looks ups, "The doctor will let me know when I can let you in.""Is that not the whole reason we call in for an appointment?""Yes, b
"How do you know Rogan again?" Nicole stood with her arms folded, tapping her foot on the ground.Jack walked up to her, "Nicole, we broke up that day before you left. I am not sure if you remember that day. We went out separate ways saying no hard feelings.”Nicole eased her arms to her side and walked over to the window, staring out, "if we broke up, why am I here?""Because you have been through alot and me and my sister want to make sure you get treatment. After all, we both lost families."Nicole's eyes became teary, "so you never loved me?" She said, staring out the window and looking at the tree and the rain."I loved you, Nicole, but we both agreed we were better off as friends.""How do I know you are telling the truth and not just saying so because Jessica is here?""Jessica and I never had the connection we had. What we had was amazing. We built memories and had a great time together."Nicole folded her arms, s
"How did you find us here?""Well, you have known me since school. I've been good at sniffing out hiding places, Im like a trained dog on a leash."Thats quite a term to use, Marcus thought.Rogan had this smile when he smiled understandingly, much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance that you may come across four or five times in life.It faced –or seemed to face– the eternal world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. He was commonplace in complexion, features, manners, and voice. He was tall and of ordinary build. His eyes, of the usual blue, were perhaps remarkably cold, and he certainly could make his glance fall on one as trenchant and heavy as an axe."So, will you tell us how you found it?" Angela crossed her arms.With his long shoulder-length curly hair, Rogan walked over to the fridge. Opening it, "your broth
"What are you doing here?" Mark looked surprised, "the question is, why are you here, and where does this lead to?" "To my garage." Mark acted surprised, "fancy car in a garage?" "Yes, this belongs to a friend." Claire looked over Mark's shoulder, "why are they here?" “We came down here for some work and ended up trying to open whatever this is?" "Would you mind if we gave a peek inside?" Angela stood with her arms crossed, blocking Mark, the guys who climbed out stepped forward, "Gentleman, please give me some space?" He said, sounding annoyed. "Okay, boss." "Quite a title you have there, boss?" "Yes, they work for me on a construction site." "Construction site at this hours. I bet they get paid well over time, do you boys." She leaned her neck forward, grinning." "Of course they do. I take care of my staff." "Good to know, Mark." "Are you able to direct where you
"Marcus, I don't think your sister is fine. She is going backward." "What do you mean?" "She is saying things that make no sense, and she kept singing, hush, little baby." "Thats a song my mom sang to us when we were afraid." Marcus grew concerned, clenching his fist, “those assholes fucked her mentally." "We must take her to a doctor for an MRI." Marcus walked over to the window, staring out. Lacy white-edged clouds rolled in over the blue sky, their centers as deep as any shoreline rock. “The weather is getting worse. It looks like we are expecting a storm.” Angela hurried over to the window glancing out, "What about Jack?" "He's like a cat with nine lives." Marcus joked, regretting his words afterward when seeing how concerned Angela was, "he will be okay." Angela looked at him with her deep soulful eyes, then walked over to the other end of the window, "Do you know Jack has always been the strong one