HANNAHI can’t believe I’m really fucking doing this! I’ve fantasized about watching Officer Keane, my unbelievably sexy neighbor, for months. This is the first night I’ve ever had the courage to actually do it, though. Maybe it’s because I turned 18 last week. I don’t know. Does spying on your sexy cop neighbor count as an adult decision? My pussy tells me it does. Of course, my pussy is also the reason I climbed the massive tree that separates our properties and am now straddling a branch at 11 o’clock at night trying to get a peek at my neighbor. Maybe I should start listening to my brain more.Hearing a car door shut, I tighten my grip on the branch. My heart races while I wait for lights to turn on in his house. I chose this branch in particular because it will give me the best view of his workout room. My parents are good friends with him, and I’ve been filing away every little bit of information on him for as long as I can remember. I’m absolutely obsessed with him. I know he a
***SUMMET'S POV***I am having fun with Michelle, we are chatting and getting to know one another more when the chime winds starts blowing. "The rain is going to start pouring down soon*" Mich says, her rosy cheeks sweet. "Yeah! We need to go inside," I mutter. I know that is not what I want to say, but I need to run away from these things. "But the rain hasn't started yet. Let's go check out on the apple trees, maybe some apples have fallen," she exclaims. My eyes widen at that idea. "I want that," I muse out. We rush to the garden and I stand in the middle of a couple of trees, glistening with apples. "Oh, see that one, it's ripe. Can you climb a tree?" Mich asks and I not my head positively. "I can do that. Wait, let me see," I utter, taking off my shoes and walking towards the tree. Rain starts pouring then. "What a good weather to play under," Michelle adds. "Yes, but we could catch a cold," I say reasonably. "Uh huh! That's not what I can't to hear,
***SINCLAIR'S POV***I am in the board meeting with men from Offshore Enteriprise talking business. The terms aren't favorable and I wouldn't let them sign off the deal with me. "Three shipments and my men in your territory to work out business with them," I let out gruffly. Mr. Louis concert with his men and look at me with resolution. "Deal!" he says. He pushes out his hands for me to shake and I grab it firmly, staring at him as I close off the deal. "Nice doing business with you, Louis," I utter. We are closing out the signing of the contract when a panting Matteo walks in to the room. The rain has been falling for a while now, and it is just before closing hours. I wonder what he has to say. "Don Sorvino," he calls out.I discreetly excuse myself from my collaborators and step outside, staring at Matteo's pale face. Bile rises to my throat, knowing this wouldn't end well. "What happened?" I demand, not wanting to fuck around. "I just received a call fro
***SINCLAIR'S POV***The anger in me is pulsing out my veins and with each streak I make, it feels like a wounded animal. With all these creeping through my mind, I want to hurt someone. Anyone. Two hours since I have been in the hospital and no one has uttered a word to me. The nurses keep running around and doctors wouldn't fucking let me in, except if I can prove that I am somehow related to Summer. The file I was asked to fill is still empty and my eyes are hooded with displeasure. I fucking don't know basic facts about my woman. The double doors swing open in come in two men I have become acquainted with; Smokey and Gunner. Although Smokey looks like a wounded cat, his friend is hiding behind him, his eyes watching my men as if they will pull out their guns at them. "Don Sorvino," Smokey greets when he is a few steps away from me. I nod, "Smokey, Gunner. I'm sorry to call you this impromptu, but I also received a call that Summer had an accident and went unconsci
***SINCLAIR'S POV***I've got more than a fucking thought running through my head and the more I try to calm down, that's when I want to grab the heads of the men who kidnapped my sister and squash them like pulps. "Don Sorvino?" Smokey calls out and I swirl around to face him. "Yes, Smokey?" I answer leaving Matteo to keep making calls to all my men available on the field to track the men that took Michelle away. "What's going on?" Smokey offers kindly and I respond to him. "From what I know, my baby sister thinks she is responsible for whatever is happening to Summer. That's fucking not true. It's an accident and she has let her rational thoughts to drag her into shit she can't explain," I blurt out. The vibrating sound of my phone makes me frown at that and I pull the phone from my pocket. "Let me have this," I state as I answer and bring it to my ear. "Sinclair... Don't comply, they want to blackmail you," I hear Mich's voice but it gets silence and her
***MICHELLE'S POV***Fear grips my throat as I look around the room I have been kept in. I don't know how long I've been holed up here but this is not good. I shouldn't even have run away, but my conscience wouldn't let me stay there, knowing I hurt Summer so badly. She could even die. "No, no! She wouldn't," I let out, crying gently, letting all my tears run down my cheeks. The house is a two-storey building and the surroundings are just grass and neighbors. I wonder if someone could hear me out. This is one of those times I hate being a Sorvink because I get targeted. I've been threatened once and Dad put bodyguards on me. I don't know how long I kept resenting it until I couldn't do so anymore. Now, I've been kidnapped. With tears running down my eyes, I walk over to the window and try opening it. Locked.Of course, it has to be locked. No sensible kidnapper will leave the door open for their price to run away. When I hear footsteps in the hallway, I rush b
I ***SINCLAIR'S POV***I am on my way to MoGack when the phone starts ringing again. My men have traced the signals of the calls and it is from an enclosed house, my mind is crazy, and with everything my tech guys are having it sure. By nightfall, we will be in MoGack. I've got my.45 Colt ready and I am with my men, ready to give out a good show at that motherfucker. He still hasn't shown his face and the fuck is his name. I just need a name to track him down. From his voice, he sounds like a sick fucker with a dead wish. The phone in my hand starts ringing and I frown when I see a video call. I answer, waiting to see what is going on. I answer and Michelle's face is swollen as it comes forth in the camera. I feel the bile rise in my throat as my face darkens with anger. "Son of a bitch!" I bite out angrily, gritting my teeth, anger searing through me. "Sinclair? Help me, please," she is begging and I don't want her to go through this. "You have one thing to sa
***SUMMER'S POV***The pounding sounds in my head are disheartening, especially when I open my eyes and feel the room spinning around. The white-painted walls are strangely familiar, and I can hear my heart beating in my ears. When I hear two familiar voices speaking, I open my eyes, happy to know that the men fit the voices."Smokey? Gunner?" I call out gently and I am surprised they rush to me, holding each side of my hand, squeezing it gently. "Oh, Summer. We are so sorry that you had an accident. Are you alright? Does it hurt? Should we call the doctor?" Gunner answers a number of questions, his blue eyes sparkling as he watches me intensely. "I'm fine, Gunner. Just a mother of a headache," I screech out. He nods, his eyes glancing over at Smokey before landing on me. "Is anything the matter?" I inquire, raising my brows at him.."No, of course not," Gunner drugs. Smokey hands me a glass of water with a straw on it and I occupy myself drinking from it, contented