VINCENT"I think they said it's this neighborhood. We just have to ask for a man called Fredrick Giles, known as Fred around here." James stated as he checked his phone to be sure of the address."And how many children does he have again?" I questioned when we stopped right in front of the porch that the address had called out."Seven. His wife is currently pregnant with the eighth." He told me, shaking his head."I guess he is better off dead, then. Good riddance for the poor woman."James laughed, saying nothing in return.We were currently in another state, but we are not there for business. We had watched the footages. Then, we searched for the fake driver and guard's location with some of the best private investigators in the country and the search led us to this state.Florida.Say hello if you recognize me on these streets, ladies, I thought to myself, then frowned. Actually do not, I amended as I thought of the reason I was wandering the streets of Florida—Katerina.Who probab
VINCENT"What the hell do you mean that there are no available flights to New York right now?" I was pacing about in the hotel where we currently were, and James was nervously trying to keep checking for available flights.I could tell he was panicking because I had not been able to stop barking orders at everyone since I heard the news. I was not going to just accept it this time, just believe that she was gone.It was why I shoved my pride aside and I called Sawyer. The bast*rd did not pick up my calls. He ignored 15 fucking times. I called Simon, but Sawyer was not picking up his calls either and he was also not in New York in that moment."I'm going to fucking kill Sawyer the moment I arrive in New York. The moment I set my feet in New York, he better go the hiding because I will not be friendly." I told James just as he pressed his phone to his ear again. "I've called him like twenty times now too, he has not picked up. I called Whitney, but the call went to voicemail too. What
VINCENTI got to the hospital in five minutes as it was not far from Sawyer's house. Coupled with the fact that I drove like a mentally disabled citizen to get here."Katerina Montego. Where is she?" I asked as soon as I got to the receptionist table. The receptionist looked up at me with a frown on her face, ready to say vile things to whoever it was that disrupted whatever it was she had been doing with her phone.When she realized it was me though, she swallowed and stood up at once."Uh.. Good evening Sir," She greeted with a large smile. "Katerina Montego. What ward?" I asked in a firmer tone now.She nodded timidly, then skittered over to a laptop, checking for it. Then she looked up,"Ward 117, ICU section. Have a nice—" But I was already walking away from her, half-running to the ward where I had been directed to. I stopped in my tracks when I got to the hallway where the ward was located. Whitney and Sawyer stood there, hugging each other. What the hell was going on this
KATERINAI never want to relive the past few days ever again. The second day after I woke up, it still didn’t feel real. I lay there, staring at the sterile white ceiling, trying to make sense of everything. My body felt heavy, like it wasn’t mine, weighed down by the layers of pain and exhaustion. The dull ache in my side was constant, pulsing in time with my heartbeat, though it was nowhere near as sharp as before. Still, every small movement reminded me it was there, a deep soreness under the layers of bandages that wrapped tightly around my stomach.I shifted slightly in bed, wincing as a wave of discomfort rolled through me. My muscles felt weak, stiff from lying still for days, and I had to fight to keep the panic at bay when my breath hitched from the tightness in my chest. Even breathing was strange—each inhale shallow, like my lungs didn’t trust themselves to fully expand, afraid they might tear something loose.I couldn’t stop thinking about how close I had come. The though
KATERINAKelvin and Vincent did not return that day. Larry fed my meal to me and stayed with me until late at night. We discussed about a lot of things but mostly about the case. I hated the fact that we had just met and I was already dragging him into my drama.So, after watching him sit there, going through his phone for a couple of minutes, I muttered, "I'm so sorry I dragged you into this."He looked up from his phone, his brows creasing as he questioned, "Dragged me into what?"Sighing, I continued, "Into my problems. I drag everyone into it, even those that have nothing to do with it."I tried a small laugh, but I ended up clutching my side in pain. Larry shook his head, standing up to check if I was fine. After he confirmed I was not bleeding or anything, he sat back on his chair,"Look, you did not do anything. It's not your fault that you got stabbed. Stop thinking like that, it would only slow down your recovery process." He advised, patting my hair."What if I tell you tha
VINCENTSawyer was acting funny, so I sent a couple of my guys to trail him. He was not at the top of my problems, though, but I had to be sure that my suspicions were just suspicions before I could let him in on too much.I did not dare tell Katerina about my suspicions, though. Knowing her, she would just tell me to stop helping her because he was her supposed 'best friend' and all I was saying or thinking was simply because I never liked him.I could not deny the fact that I never liked him, but still.I had just recently sold my soul to the devil. As I stood there and watched the doctors check her to confirm that everything was okay, my mind traveled to the events that led to my decision, and how Owen had accepted me to the club with open arms.Of course, I was no high-ranked, yet. According to my brother who took my place as the head of the mafia, I had to earn the trust of the brotherhood. I had been accepted into the syndicate though, performed the required rites and started t
KATERINA"Thank you…" I murmured with a wide smile on my face as I accepted the last batch of my get-well-soon flowers. I stood by the edge of my bed, my bags packed and ready to leave.Today, the little note read; 'My fighter. So proud.'I had only received a note with the flowers a total of three times since I had started getting them, and they always made me smile.My cheeks hurt from the way I kept smiling. How did I even get to deserve all this? This man was everything I had ever prayed for and a lot more. He was perfect; how could anyone be so perfect?He walked in at that moment, mirroring the smile I had on my face. I bit my lip, holding the flowers to my chest.He extended his arms and I walked into them without any hesitation. I stayed there with my eyes snapped shut for a good while before I started, "Thank you so much, Larry. Even with your busy schedule and all, you made this whole hospital experience better than it originally would have been. I'm really so grateful for y
VINCENT"We got a lead on the Kelvin guy." I looked up to see James briskly walking in with a serious look on his face. I stopped what I had been typing into my laptop and outstretched my hand to take the documents he was offering me. After one last long look at him, I opened the documents, only to look back up at James."What the fuck does this mean?" I questioned, stunned."What it says. It is still a probability though. We have gotten hair sample from Whitney, we would now proceed to get probably same sample from Kelvin. If it is a match, then our suspicions are right." He explained, but I could not believe it."It cannot be. How can Sawyer be Whitney's brother? They have different surnames, and I have known Whitney since she was a child. I mean, her father is top in the state. I know her mother as well, she has no siblings." I told him. He sighed, coming to sit on the chair across mine. "That is the thing. I think that they are half-siblings. We have not yet confirmed it, though