Jayson's POV.Bohen's Pack House"Oh! I... I'm sorry!!" Emilia stuttered as she bumped into me. She quickly adjusted backwards as she avoided making eye contact with me. "How long will you keep avoiding me?" I shrugged as she walked past me. "I know you hate me for leaving but what then would you have had me done? Stay back?" I mumbled as he turned to look at her."I know you hate me so much but at least, say something to me. Don't just continue hiding from me. I came back here to New Kingston to make amends for everything, Emilia." I whimpered as I tried to hold her right arm.She quickly pulled her right hand off as she raised her head up. "It doesn't change anything, Jayson." She replied coldly as she looked at him. "Will your returning back to New Kingston bring back our dead son? He is dead already and I guess you are happy now, aren't you?" She chuckled softly as she looked at me.I maintained my calmness as the last thing I wanted now was an angry Emilia. "I came back here to
Jayson's POV."Liam was our son, Emilia. Will you claim not to be interested in knowing who killed our son?" I questioned as I wanted to know where I stood now."The last thing I ever did was to hate our child. It's saddening that you think of me as a mistake of our teenage infatuation, Emilia." I whined as I cleaned up my tears. "It's obvious you never cared after all." I went ahead as she remained quiet as she kept staring at me. "I... I will be leaving New Kingston sooner than expected. I guess that will make you happy, isn't it?" I chuckled painfully as I took a glass cup filled with wine from the bartender that walked past us."It's a beautiful night." I shrugged as I stood close to the frame as I looked down. "You probably should be down there having an awesome time with your husband and your son, Owen Eriksson. You might not enjoy this forever." I scowled as I gulped in the entire wine as I turned back to her as I grinned.I could see the curiosity in her eyes as she stared b
Jayson's POV."Oh, yes! I actually did that." We both turned around as Collins walked down to where we stood. "You should be thanking the man you framed for Liam's death. He saved your ass tonight. I promise next time, I won't miss to end your pathetic life." Collins smirked as he cleaned his hand that was partly stained with blood.I stood there, completely lost as to what he meant by frame up. I turned to Logan and his face confirms the fact that he actually framed up someone for Liam's death."Why would he go as far as framing someone for Liam's death?" I asked myself as I kept staring at Logan, waiting patiently for him to defend himself but all I got was the deadly glare he gave to Collins.I wouldn't lie that I never loved his guts which also made me scared of him as well. "I guess he is being a typical Bohen!!" I rolled my eyes as I turned to Collins who stood directly opposite us."What do you mean by he framed someone up?" I broke a few minutes of silence as I looked at Col
Rex's POV.I adjusted a bit, showing no much interest in the lady who I had no single idea about as I allowed Clark to occupy the seat in between them. I couldn't stop staring at Elena just no matter how hard I tried."So, are you a witch?" Clark asked the blonde haired lady who leaned further as she looked at Clark."Well, no. But every founding family has a witch." She chuckled softly. "Oh! That sounds awesome. How come I have never heard about it?" Clark questioned as he ordered two shots of tequila."Because it's forbidden to speak about witches." She shrugged. "When any of the founding families' witch dies, the family is left without a witch. It is something passed down through bloodline. Witches' can't be changed and if the bloodline decides to stay without accepting the vacant role of becoming the next witch, the founding family remains without a witch." She said in a whisper as she chuckled softly.I furrowed my eyebrows as I never believed in such traditions. "Witches in the
Jayson's POV.I returned back inside the hall as I walked up to my room. But then, I bumped into Grace again.I forced out a smile as I looked at her. "Really? Don't tell me you stood here waiting for when I would return?" I chuckled softly as I looked at her. "You were already taking so long to come back. Why wouldn't I get worried? You promised to cut the cake with us but I guess you never planned on cutting it with us." She said as she rolled her eyes. I quickly apologized for missing the important part of the whole founder's banquet. "It's nothing. At least, you never ditched us this time around after missing an important family event." She said with a smile on her face. "And how about Logan? I haven't seen him yet." She questioned as she scanned around. "I... I saw him driving off. Tried talking to him but you know, we aren't on good terms. I don't know how long it would take us to finally live peacefully together without him picking at me." I responded with a smile. "You d
Emilia's POV.I remained quiet as I stared at him. There was absolutely nothing I could do now. I was already married to Ian Eriksson but then, one thing was certain and that was, I could have a last endearing moment with Jayson, the first man I had fallen deeply in love with.I couldn't stop staring at his full lips and I couldn't help but wonder how he had managed to remain handsome as always. Hearing him talk about leaving New Kingston after he brings our son's killer to book, did nothing rather than to make me grow sober but then, I couldn't go on looking sober so that I don't end up dragging attention to me.Before he could say another word to me, I raised myself up a bit, resting on the tip of my toes as I shut him up again with a deep kiss.He said nothing as he pulled me up as he pinned me to the wall. I missed the way he always kissed me. His hands caressed my thighs as we kissed, causing me to moan as he clenched my thighs. I raised my head upwards as he kissed my neck an
Jayson's POV. "You want to know your son's killer? Then stay out of getting your emotions messed up with your head." He shrugged as he looked at me."You don't have to worry about that. I will be leaving New Kingston the moment I get my son's killer." I muttered as I looked at Collins."You expect me to believe that? Huh?" He chuckled softly as he looked at me. "And why would I trust you? I have seen men, powerful men, lay waste because of their emotions." He cursed as he smirked. "And come to think of it, you couldn't even help but get intimate with her. You should have seen Ian Eriksson aimlessly searching for his beautiful Emilia." He scowled as he looked at me.He raised his head as he looked at Ian Eriksson as he wore a broad smile as he watched Emilia approach him. They embraced warmly before he kissed her forehead.Collins smirked as he turned to me. I quickly looked away, ignoring Ian and Emilia. "There you go again, Jayson." He said mockingly as he looked at me. "You can't
Logan's POV."He almost got me, okay? He fucking had his man smash my back with a god-damn, basexall baton." I cursed angrily as I kept on pacing about. "And you all expect me to be calm? You think he is here just to threaten us?" I scowled as I looked at them. "At least, just calm down. This won't help and you know it. We just have to think of something else." Owen shrugged as he raised his eyebrows, while he looked at me."Think of something else?" I slammed as I couldn't help calm down my heart that has been racing ever since I narrowly dodged that baseball bat that damaged the windscreen of my car."Didn't you see my windscreen? The left side is completely damaged. That was meant to smash my head and what if that has touched me? I guess I would have had my skull splattered all over the ground in the parking lot." I cursed as I kept on pacing about."Why don't we just involve our parents? It will be easier handling him that way. Don't you think so?" Helen suggested as she looked
Kingsley's POV I was happy with his answer. If he wanted it as much as I wanted it, then we were getting it. I wanted him to know it as well. "The exact thing I wanted to hear. If you want this Governorship as much as I want it, then we're getting it. You're the perfect leader for this city, Alphonso. I've watched you, and you deserve to be more than just a millionaire. You're a born leader. Now, select a date to announce your candidacy."I watched him while he thought about it, glancing briefly at his laptop to probably check the calendar and his schedule. He thought briefly, then looked at me with the confidence of a man that had just discovered his purpose. "Tomorrow will do just fine."I nodded with a smile. The Governorship throne was within our reach. It was only a matter of time now. Rex's POVAs the bakery equipment was being moved out, I sat across from it in a restaurant, a cup of iced tea in one hand, and tacos in the other. "I still can't think of a perfect gift, Cla
Rex's POV Bruce McNeil adjusted his Italian suit, then continued speaking, his hands gesturing as he did so. "My men will start moving the bakery tools and equipment as soon as possible."I shook his hand firmly. We had a deal.As soon as Bruce McNeil and his men were out of earshot, Clark was beside me in an instant. "A hundred and fifty grand, Rex? That was way too much. How are we going to recover that?" That was his job. Even though he was a little bit harsh, I was okay with it. It was his job to guide me and protect me if need be. "We might not recover it, but I'm definitely not allowing any harm to befall my kids and Elena. We're the only ones they have, Clark. We need to protect them."With those words, I ended the conversation, prompting him to focus on the documents that were being brought in. I was going to do anything to protect my children and Elena, even if it was at the expense of a few dollars. KINGSLEY'S POVAs soon as the phone was found, I began making calls.
Rex's POVWell, it seemed I was in luck. Without waiting for an answer from the woman, I made my way towards the figure in an Italian suit, ignoring the guards around him. I was instantly shoved by the guard next to him, who did nothing to hide the revolver that he now had in his right hand."Hey, hey, hey. Easy on him, Crawford. Young man, who are you? I'm sorry, but you don't just walk up to people anymore, the city we live in is a mess."I smiled, then faced him squarely, ignoring the guard whose name I had just discovered was Crawford. "I'm Rex King, sir. And I've been trying to reach you for the past week."His eyes flew open, widening as soon as he heard my name. "Rex king? One of the greatest alphas to come out of the land of Cleveland? I'm sorry, it has been a very hectic week. You own The Eleven, right? When I heard that it was bought by a new entrepreneur, I was confused. Until I heard the name. You're a legend, man."I smiled at Clark, then shrugged."Thank you, Mr Bruc
COLLINS'S POVI nodded, agreeing with Dahlia. I knew a few vendors, the man that I had purchased my bike from, he was a friend. Carl McDonald. He had a lot of good cars in stock. I could get a cheap deal from him. Even if it wasn't cheap, I was still going to get it. Dahlia was right. Maybe it was going to be alright if I spiced up Elena's life a bit. "I think that's a good idea, Dahlia. That's a clear and obvious reason why I came to you. You know, these kinds of things, it's always been better when you ask a woman. You're a woman like she is."Dahlia outstretched her arms, a huge smile on her face. "Well, what can I say? You know I did work like that once for a man, helping him decide gifts to get his wife while they worked on their reconciliation process. I'm guessing that's where I developed my talent for knowing the specific gifts to give out to people."I dropped the empty bottle of sprite after downing the contents. Then I yawned. "I think I'll be leaving now, Dahlia. And
COLLINS'S POVWhile the news of the Governor's plane crash made its rounds around the city, I paid a visit to the house I had secured for Dahlia, my sister and her children to live. I just had to knock once, and the door was opened by Dahlia herself, dressed in an apron that was stained thoroughly with dough. She smelt of eggs, flour and milk, and I knew why. It was Saturday, and she was probably having a cookout with the kids, a practice that our mother had employed when we were younger. "Collins! We've not seen you in days! Where have you been? How have you been? Children, it's your uncle. Uncle Collins is here!"I smiled at the excitement in her voice, wondering how she was going to feel if I suddenly told her that I had been involved in the crash that had landed the Governor's plane in the river. "Well, you know what they say. I went on a personal retreat. I went to discover a bit of myself.""Uncle! Welcome uncle Collins!" It was Felix, his loud voice making my ear hurt momen
Rex's POV"I think I should see my grandchildren one more time before going to Cleveland. What do you think, Rex? They deserve to know that their grandma is leaving. And Elena too, bless her poor soul."It was my mother's voice, and I tried to ignore the fact that I wanted her gone already. Her being around only complicated things. With the death threats I was receiving, the insecurity of the state and the upcoming elections, things were surely going to get messy. "These eggs are so good. Everything in general, you know. With Clark here, you don't need a chef around. You don't need these helpers, you know." She said again, dumping the eggs into her mouth.We were in the dining room, I sat at the head, Clark beside me, and my mother directly opposite me. A few years ago, the dining room would've been filled with my wife and two children. But at the moment, I didn't even know if they belonged to me. "Thank you, Mrs King." Was Clark's curt reply. "You know, mum, you've been talking
Rex's POV The line went dead, and I stared at the phone in my hand. No matter how hard I tried, I could see that she was hell bent on making sure that those boundaries were felt and were put in place. Was there still hope when it came to her? Clark and my mother seemed to still believe, but I knew I had stopped believing a long time ago. Just then, the door opened, revealing Clark. He was dressed in a flannel shirt and jeans, two brown paper bags in his hands. He was supposed to get us specially prepared Chinese food from a Chinese restaurant, and I wondered why he had taken so long. "Come on, man. What has taken you so long? How's the food? I hope it's scorching hot, I need it that way."He nodded, then handed a pack to me which I accepted willingly. "I went to see Marie along the road. Decided to tell her the dangers lurking. She deserves to know. At least, one of them has to. And we can trust her not to tell Elena, but keep an eye on the kids as well. Which to me, is satisfac
MARIE'S POV "Death threats?" I managed to voice out, my words coming out in the form of a croak. It was tiring. I could only imagine the reaction of Elena if she heard such news. She was going to go hysterical with worry. "It's actually connected to Rex, but they want to harm the twins. Not on my watch, Marie. I would rather die than see anything happen to those children, Marie. And I won't take it lightly on anybody I catch around them." He paused when the waiter arrived with the iced tea. I accepted it with a smile, sipping instantly. The chilliness and the flavor hit me, and I recognized that the news I had just received had made me slightly dehydrated."However, we're making plans. Serious plans. At the moment, we've decided to take the bakery just opposite the house. From there, I believe that we can strictly monitor the house and pounce on anybody around it."It sounded like a good plan. I was scared. Not even for my life, but the life of the little kids and the life of Elen
Elena's POV"Well, that simply means you're the mother of special children, Elena." Marie began, looking at me as I tried in vain to reshape the biscuits that had seemed to go badly because the dough hadn't been well prepared. "Yes, I know that. They've always been special children from the start, Marie. I know you remember that. The problem now is their father. Is he a special man? I doubt it. He didn't believe me even though he knew the love we shared was extremely genuine. Forgiveness is hard, Marie."I managed to complete, staring at the biscuits before I put them into the oven. Marie was beside me in an instant, tickling me. "I know that forgiveness is hard, but he's the mother of your kids, Elena. You have to consider that. Since he saw you, he's done nothing but try to be a good father, and also have you on his side in support as well. But I can't tell if you're going to support him..."Something inside of me snapped. Why did everybody derive joy in telling me what to do all