Xavion . "That was quite a move," Hendrix seriously looked at me and sighed, "What else do you want Bryce to do? Give me something to do with. I'm getting bored, you know." He shook his head back and forth. I can't just give Hendrix something. I know what he is like. I have more than enough worries and don't want Hendrix to add to that. "I'm fine, Hendrix, and just do what you like to do. Be free."I walked towards the mini-bar for a drink, and he followed closely behind. "I know Bryce can't handle it alone. Are you really okay with Morris helping him with this?" My jaw tightened. It's uneasy hearing Morris's name. Somehow, this painful, sharp wooden thing stuck inside my chest can't be heal no matter what. I took a sip of water. This is only what I need at the moment. I cannot have a whiskey or a beer because I need to pick Quinn up in an hour for the party. "Xavion Xavier Mondragon. . . That name shines, you know." Hendrix's head lifts, and he is now looking at the bright sky,
Quinn.My fingers twirl the little hairs on his chest as his warm scent dominates all over me. His broad chest speaks of comfort every time I am with him. I love him, and seeing his face first thing in the morning has now become a routine. I always have my smile in the mornings.I lift my head to see Xavion's sleeping yet smiling face. As he opened his eyes, I wrinkled my nose."Good morning," I whispered and bit my lower lip.He groaned, pulled me closer against his chest, and snaked his leg around my waist."Stay, darling. I want us to be like this in the mornings," he whispered. He shut his eyes again.The sun is up and I can see a faint light illuminating our glass window. The heavy blinds are effective in blocking out light, creating a dark atmosphere inside. I curled my body and buried my face against his chest.I still have a vivid memory of what occurred last night. It was an ecstatic feeling when Xavion gave me the beautiful necklace. It's fit for a queen like my name. . . Q
Quinn . "Grandmother is missing, and I'm glad you called, Quinn. How are you? Where are you? Who took you? Are you doing well? Where are you, Quinn?" Oliver's voice sounded like he was in a hurry. It's low and deep, like he's inside the cave. I should not have called him. I know better than that, but I'm worried. I had a bad dream last night, and it has something to do with Grandma. She's in a lot of pain and is calling my name. I saw blood everywhere, and it felt surreal. I felt the pain, and it was excruciating right into my bones. . . My Grandmother. I wonder how she is. "I-I'm okay, Oliver. I'm doing well." "Who took you, Quinn? Where are you?" "That's not important, Oliver. I am okay here and living more peacefully than before. I-I just want to know if Grandmother is okay, that's why I called you." "Damn," he silently swore in the line, and I heard him groan like he was in pain. "What's wrong? Are you okay? How's father and everything there?" I couldn't care less about th
Xavion . "How far again?" Bryce is on the line, suggesting his best plan. Since we already secured Quinn's grandmother, it's payback time! "Roughly a thousand meters from where I stand. There's no signal on the other end, so I will use our security pin. Don't worry about Quinn's grandmother. She's in good hands. . . Enzo got her and is under the charity care of their hospital. Linus is currently in Mexico, and Morris is traveling down the border. I was right, Xavion. The Montadamme underground is located in two parts of the west. I don't know how they manage this illegal business in transport. But I believe they have someone protecting them from the TOP." My jaw tightened, and my other hand fisted into a ball. This is beyond my line of job. I belong to The Royalty Mondragon, for fuck sake! But how can I ignore this? The Montadamme is the biggest exporter of illegal weapons in the two war countries. Not only that, they do drugs. They do human trafficking and selling human organs o
Quinn.“A toast for Quinn and Xavion! Wishing you all the best, man.”Norman winked at Xavion, and everyone clapped their hands. I raised my glass of wine together with them and ultimately smiled. Xavion’s fingers play like a piano on the back of my skin.My strapless dress fabric was too thin, and I felt his fingers trailing along my side, warming me in the semi-cold afternoon weather.Today is the grand opening of Xavion and Norman’s new Raspberry Suites Hotel.Almost all of Xavion’s cousins and other people in politics are here. Some celebrities and models are here joining the event, and Mr. Atticus Art Mondragon, the owner of Monde Fashion, came as the event’s highlight.Before the event started, several reporters and two major TV companies were in attendance to witness the models showcasing the clothes.“No picture taking for my Quinn. Thank you.”Xavion shielded my face from the reporter’s camera with his hand, and the reporters all nodded in agreement. A few bodyguards were on
Quinn . "It's nice to see you again, Quinn. You look so lovely, baby." Domingue was about to touch my face, but I moved away. He chuckled evilly. I'm no longer afraid of him. I can look at him in the eyes without fear. My only worry is for him to hurt Xavion, and my family could no longer threaten me. I know that because Grandma was longer in their care. "Who could have thought that a bastard from the past hides you from us? And worst? He is of the Royal Mondragon blood. How the hell did Xavion find out about our wedding, Quinn? He came at the right time. Have you made contact with him behind me!?" I swallowed hard and blinked a few times the moment Dominique's hand grabbed hold of my chin. I felt the tightened grip he made before he let go. "Bitch," he swore in silence, enough for me to hear it. He paced back and forth, thinking of something. For so long, I can already read Dominique's mind through his body movements. I looked at him again. He looks wasted. His beard grew half
Xavion . “Thank goodness you know of what’s coming ahead, Xav. Impressive,” Hendrix expressed behind me. I am currently occupied with organizing my equipment and loading my firearms with ammunition. I’m in complete combat and am ready to kill anyone who goes against my will to get Quinn. I need to get her back. We have located Quinn in an old warehouse on the north side nearby. “It’s an old warehouse owned by the Flamingo.” Drew came un-notice from an open door. He passed me the code device and the silencer. “The boys are ready. I have given them instructions,” he continued. “Thanks, Drew,” I faced him, and he gently nodded. “Are you sure you’re -” “No, Drew,” I cut him off, “I don’t want you and the rest of the boys to get involved with this. Hendrix and the others are enough. And besides, it’s been monitored. I can handle this.” He paused, taking a deep breath, and then looked at me intently. “Take care, Xavion. We don’t want anything bad to happen to you. Your mother calle
Quinn . "That was stupid of you! It almost killed me!" Instead of hugging him, I punched him in the chest a few times. My intention is not to cause him any pain. It wasn't hard. He laughed and shook his head, and the sweet expression of his eyes melted my heart. I now understand my heart. Xavion was right. He's my weakness, and I'm scared of losing him. "I didn't get hurt. That's all it matters." Xavion hugged me tightly. "What do you mean you didn't get hurt? They shot you! Luckily, it slips through." I looked at his right shoulder. "Really? I didn't feel it. I'm glad you're okay, Quinn, and back in my arms again." He kissed my forehead. "How did you know where I was?" I blinked my eyes while staring into his. "Through this." He touches the pendant on my necklace, and my brows furrowed. Xavion declined to go to the hospital, so here we are, back to his penthouse. The wound was merely a small cut. I applied ointment, antibacterial cream, and then bandaged it. I'm certain of