Almira’s POV I stepped out of the house with a tray of sliced fruits in a lunchbox and sandwiches wrapped in parchment paper. George and two of the garbage collectors were attentively listening to George, but I saw one of the guys with the same uniform as the collectors walking into the neighbors’ houses, picking the trash bags in front of their gates. I was almost to feel sorry for him as it seemed like the other two guys were slacking off, but I saw the hardworking guy glance in our house’s direction, and it would have been impossible for him not to notice his colleagues idling around, yet the man would not bother. Maybe seeing George holding a pitcher and one of his colleagues holding a cup made him understand that his colleagues were asking for drinks. And maybe he wasn’t as thirsty as his comrades, so the guy kept working without expressing any signs of complaint. “Here, I hope you guys do not have any allergies to anything, but they are mainly flour, eggs, bacon, and lettu
Marco’s POVI chose not to join Gab and Skye when they spoke with George Nahart. Since we were supposed to collect the garbage and the two of them were already busy doing what we were there for, I decided to do the work we were pretending to be employed with as our disguise in being here. Aside from that, I am also afraid to hear whatever this man George Nahart was going to say. ‘I don’t like him. I actually hate him!’ The things I was told about this man were weighing so heavy in my heart because I heard some of them directly from my foster mom and dad, Regina and Brandon. ‘I do not know how to change my thoughts about him and anything he would say not to my liking, but I do not want to disappoint Skye either. Skye had a point when she said she was, after gathering information and only after then will she decide which ones to believe in and which ones to ignore.’I could see them speaking to the old man, who was now holding a pitcher, and a woman was standing next to him. I suppo
Skye’s POV“Alfonso!?” I felt like lightning struck me all of a sudden. I have been in deep thought about something because I noticed Marco would react somehow weirdly whenever we get deeper into our interrogation. I couldn’t point out what he was reacting to exactly, but since he wasn’t willing to share his thoughts even when I had already told him that he could talk to me about whatever it was that had been bothering him ever since we started this investigation. I also asked Gab if he knew what had been bothering Marco for the past few days, but he said he did not know either. “I wish I also knew. I am also a bit confused since his mood would return to normal after every session of questioning.”These were Gab’s words when I asked him after meeting and interrogating three of our targets. And I agreed with Gab with his observations. I thought Marco was not pleased to hear that everyone we questioned was saying negative words about his foster mom and dad, Regina and Brandon— also m
Gab’s POV“Do you wanna lose your job?” I spoke with sternness to make my message appear even more convincing.I had to wake up the real garbage collectors when I pulled the truck over by the side of the road, but they were still dazed and had no idea what was going on. I had to spend a few minutes more than I expected pretending to scold them that I was their inspector and found them sleeping on duty. “What the hell are you doing sleeping behind your seats during working hours?!”They were still dazed, but when they heard my nagging voice, the two men in the truck struggled to move as they panicked and realized they were in a very narrow space. “What the hell?!” I heard one of them murmur. The other guys tried to explain, but I cut his words off.“Sorry, sir! I don’t know what happened! The last thing—” “I don’t want this happening ever again. I will not write this on my report this time, but only this time!” I blocked his words and pretend I was not interested. Then I exited th
Marco’s POV“I believe so, based on the results of the DNA test that Matt had done,” I answered calmly. “Despite what these bastards are saying, I do not take their words to be true. And maybe, just maybe, even if they bet their lives and claim to be witnesses to the accusations that they are making against your genetic parents, who happen to be my foster parents, I don’t think my belief will ever change,” I continued. Skye stared at me in disbelief. “Marco, I don’t want to believe anything, but what if they were true?” Skye said with a hint of horror in her voice. “I was also aching to ask you about them, Andrea and Marcel,” Gab chimed in. “But since you seemed fine the very next day after interrogating Vincent Diera, I assumed I might have mistaken their names for other people.”We were already in the yard of Skye’s home. She asked Gab to take us there this time. I think she missed her home as we had been moving from one rest house to another in the past few days. There were also
Skye’s POVThe glass in my hand flew like a baseball ball to his face and broke his nose. I did not know I had such strength similar to a real pitcher, but the man fainted right away with his face held by both hands and his stomach folded, making the man half-fallen and half-seated on the sofa chair. “How dare you step into my home and act high and mighty!” I groaned, murmuring to myself as I approached the man without feeling bothered that his face was covered with blood. It was in the middle of the day. The living room is well-illuminated by direct sunlight from the windows. I could recall the sarcasm in his voice and his laughter. “Let’s see if you can still mock me,” I said as I squatted down to stare at his face after pulling him up so I could see his face more clearly. I was cloaked with indescribable anger and fury that I think my fear of blood disappeared. Or maybe, my brain was too numb as well to process the fear that I would usually feel in situations like this.I pushe
Gab’s POV‘She is behaving strangely!’ The moment Skye started asking if Marco’s biological parents were Andrea and Marcel, she seemed to be greatly shocked. I had a wild guess their names were somehow important, but no one mentioned Marco or anything that would lead me to clarify the thought that popped into my mind only the very first time someone mentioned those names, and Marco reacted distinctively. Skye also asked if Marco was sure that her genetic parents were Regina and Brandon. It made the vague thoughts in my head clearer. ‘Does it mean Skye’s genetic parents killed Marco’s biological parents?’ I was shocked at the realization that hit me like a meteor rock falling from space. ‘If I am this shocked, I cannot imagine how Skye is taking all this information.’I silently observed the two, Marco and Skye. Skye was obviously distressed, while Marco seemed unaffected. He also said them verbally. Marco said he was not bothered about what those people that we interrogated had s
Third Person’s POVThe evil nature in Skye’s blood seemed to be activated. The fear of blood that she used to know was not fear, actually. It was the thirst for blood that her good nature tried to conceal and protect her from drifting off and being swallowed fully because it would trigger the evil nature in her. Brandon’s bloodline was from the Devil himself. But Brandon fell in love with Regina, who was a good-hearted person but caged in the devious world her father had raised her in. The findings of Marco, Skye, and Gab’s investigation was the truth, although there was no one to provide the proof that Marco wanted. The words that said Brandon and Regina killed Marco’s parents were true. Brandon envied the Alfonso couple for having a son, so he killed them. Regina found out only after the couple died. But as the son was at school at that time, Regina personally picked up the child and kept her safe until she was able to convince Brandon to keep the child alive. She suggested they r
Gab’s POV The moment I held the little girl in my arms, I knew my heart no longer belonged to me. I belonged to Skye and this precious little angel in my embrace. The words Marco had said reflected exactly the same thoughts and emotions I had in my heart. I could not help feeling crazy for the extent of euphoria that captured my whole being. I was ready to give way for Marco had Skye decided to live a totally normal life– I meant to say normal by having only one spouse when she settled down. I even gave them a space for a month, I used the alibi to work with Sarge in dealing with the most crucial missions. I dared death to take me if I did not belong to Skye’s side. I was able to move according to my wishes until Skye found out about the avoidable risks that I chose to face head-on. “If you are trying to get yourself killed, then I am not going to let you do it all by yourself!” Skye nagged at me, crying. She rebelled against me by starving herself for days until she forgave me
Surrogacy.Unlike every other decision, I did not discuss this matter with my husbands in advance. I was going to surprise them with it. But in order to do this, I had to ask for Aunt Almira and Uncle George’s help. I did not want to get any personal involvement with the surrogate, so I made sure none of the three of us, Marco, Gab, and I knew anything about the procedure. After carefully understanding everything and knowing what to do, I took their sperm secretly. After a year of waiting, the day finally came.When the babies were about to be born, I simply suggested adopting a baby or two. As we waited for the day, I continuously mentioned wanting babies. And just as I expected, my doting husbands did not deny me of this wish of mine. The moment they agreed, we got busy decorating and renovating our home to welcome our new members. On the day the babies were born, Aunt Almira and Uncle George ordered us to stay at home and wait. “What are they up to?” Marco asked. “I have no idea
Skye's POV“Yeah, although I still think you are the sexiest when you are in all-work-mode, I am not happy to see you tiring yourself this much,” Gab said as he started to clear my desk with all the paper and folders on top of it. “Well, well….” I giggled as I started to feel relaxed from Marco’s gentle kneading on my sore and aching shoulders. “You kept your word when you said you would not bother me, so how do you want to claim your rewards?” “If only no one has declared any rules about doing it in the office, I would really love to have you bent on your desk while we get your glory holes filled with cock,” Gab answered. I know having two spouses was more than of a shock to many, so I do not want to add to the negative thoughts people would be having about us by doing things in other places, such as the office. I believe respect starts within oneself. If I want people- employees or not, to respect us, we have to be respectable. We have to observe decency if we want to be treated
Skye’s POV“Boss, the CEO is at the door again,” my secretary informed me for the nth time ever since the clock turned four in the afternoon today. “Never mind him. But if he insists on getting in here, tell him that if he keeps bothering me, we will end up having overtime again today,” I answered without lifting my head to move my eyes away from the paper that I was meticulously checking in my hands. “Uhmmm….” I heard my secretary stammering, but I did not bother looking up.I guess it was not easy to relay my message. Nevertheless, it did not stop me from doing what I supposed I should. I had my nose focused on studying the biggest project I have ever had in my entire career, I could not afford to be wrong in any way, nor in the slightest. “If you have nothing more to say, you can go now. And when the clock strikes five, there is no need to inform me. You can leave for the day,” I said, still not sparing her a glance. “I…. Uhm….” I heard Marissa, a lady about five years older th
Marco’s POV“Why did you have to be so mean when I presented my report that morning, cupcake, huh?” I heard Gab ask while delaying and interrupting her release. “Yeah, I remember that!” I whispered breathlessly as soon as I released her lips from my playfully punitive kisses. “Oh… God!” Skye moaned again. “What are— Mmmm... I didn’t! Ah….!” She tried to reason out.If she wanted to defend herself by saying that she did not make anything difficult for Gab or for anyone in any way that day, the more I tried to reason out, the more Gab seemed to punish her for something he believed Skye deserved to receive. “I don’t think Gab here agrees with that statement, sweet pea,” I teasingly said, still whispering and chuckling. “Whatever you want to say, can we discuss it later? I feel so horny. I think my period is soon to come. So, will you fuck my brains out first and deal with the rest later?” Skye said in between moans and groans. “Oh, baby. Who am I to deny such a sweet request?!” I
Gab’s POVThe way Skye delivered her words– before leaving Marco and me speechless in the living room and going upstairs to her bedroom, sent shivers down my spine. But then again, I wasn’t sure if I was right in taking her silent indications about something while responding to Marco’s offer to become the head accountant of his Construction company. In my understanding, which I believe to be foolish, by the way. Skye was referring to something else when she said she did not want to work side-by-side with Marco. This assumption of mine was boosted to be correct when she mentioned working front and back.It made me think of something sensual!‘Me and my deprived sexual gratification!’ This thought alone made me stiffen entirely. The sinfully sexy memory of having Skye sandwiched in between Marco and me, taking her front and back and, at the same time– with me in her back door while Marco was upfront. However, every time we get the chance to do it, Skye does not show any signs of want
Skye’s POV“Ohhh, fu–!” My moan was swallowed in the heated kiss that Marco was giving me as Gab was fervently eating my wet pussy like he had been starved for a thousand years. I had to tap the side of his left upper arm to let me catch a breath of air as Marco seemed so eager to devour me to the soul with his hungry kisses. “I have longed to hear the sweet sound of your moans, baby….” Marco whispered huskily. This is what I was craving for, but my imagination did not compare nor give fair justice to what these two were doing to satisfy that longing I had within me. Not that I have told them about it, but when they came to my room after the given time I mentioned to them earlier, I realized I was not ready to chew and swallow the bite that I mindlessly took. “Ggggggg… God! Damn!” I groaned when I felt Gab sucking on that tiny button of pleasure sitting so prettily close to the hood of my soaking-wet and pulsating-in-excitement pussy!“Why, babe? What did you expect we would do on
Marco’s POVI tried to hide my fear for Skye when she mentioned her discomfort being in the actual battle that we spent time planning strategically before executing our attacks. I was worried she was having a hard time in any way concerning the ugly view of the bloody surroundings we had to go through, whether we liked it or not. In the war zone, there are only two options. To kill or to be killed. Mercy is foolishness when the enemy is desperate to stay alive. So, to walk out of a battlefield with a secured and maintained life, the only choice one has is to kill the opponent. Sometimes, shooting the other party somewhere not fatal is an option, but it also falls into a case-by-case situation. I have seen how Skye would despise the sight of blood. Although she seemed tough in everyone’s eyes, I could not help worrying about her most of the time. But whenever I get the chance to keenly and intently watch her reactions, what I would see on her face comforting my wary mind and let go o
Gab’s POVAs per Skye’s request, I did everything I could and the rest of the IT team to dig and find out all about the man named Douglas Cane. I am not very sure I got everything there was to find, but instead of discovering much about his identity, we were able to trace and locate all his properties, and just as the legal documents of the lab where we found him, everything he used to own became Skye’s. According to the records of registered birth, Douglas Cane turned out to be Brandon Ford’s great-grandfather. Brandon’s father was the son of Douglas’ illegitimate daughter. A child he did not know he had with a woman he slept with. He had other children, but they all died before they turned of legal age. Anyone in their family that dies young means they did not possess the blood of their ancestors. But because Douglas did not know about his daughter, who possessed the blood to pass on whatever their ancestors had passed on him, he could not die. He had to make living sacrifices of v