Leandro could not describe what he was feeling right at the moment."Enzo, I need to know everything there is to find," Leandro uttered with a fierce tone."Yes, Master," Enzo replied mannerly.The assistant was fully aware that his Master does not like betrayals of any kind. What appeared with Anna and that man, Charles Anderson, somehow showed a faint shadow of the girl turning against her boss. Had it been somebody else involved, Leandro would never hesitate to label Brianna Peters as a traitor and cannot be trusted with his grandson's life. In fear that she will do the same thing she did to her previous Master or employer, one day."I want to know what made her turn against her superior or comrades. From what I see in her, she has more than words to justify her actions," Leandro was not sure if he was trying to convince anyone else than himself with what he said.But Enzo actually has the same thoughts. I
"Tatum, can you turn right on the next corner from here?" Brianna asked.She had been observing the road they were taking as Tatum drove them to where Lucien had ordered. The attentive driver was not expecting Anna's request, so he looked at his boss through the rearview mirror to ask for his consent or whatever his reaction may be.Lucien was feeling the same shock as with Tatum Elliot."Pull over on the side," Lucien ordered to the driver. Who quickly complied, no questions asked.Lucien turned to look at Anna with perplexed mien."What is it, Anna? Tell me," Lucien eagerly asked, yet with a gentle and worried voice.Brianna felt weird about why her boss would act this way. She scratched her nape and stared at Lucien with an unreadable look on her face.Brianna was not sure if she liked the strange feeling she was having right now. She is not used to being asked about her actions. Her
Lucien hurriedly stepped out of the car and with his eyes fixed on Anna, who was waving her hand inviting them to come in, he did not even care if a car he wasn't watching his steps.Tatum, on the other hand, could not decide if he should stay by the gates as a lookout or follow his boss inside to make sure of his safety. But thinking Anna was there, he was also half confident the young Michaelson would be safe. Tatum kept checking for any possibility of having anyone jump out of nowhere to attack them. However, as the area was in the middle of an open field, with the fence that could still see through and through the sides, in and out the yard, he was convinced there was no one else aside from the three of them.The driver bodyguard decided to follow the two inside but not before making a rough check of their surrounding. When he felt satisfied, he followed Lucien through a wicket door on the gate. The pillars on the gates were big enough to store thin
"I think, since this is my home, how about I check the kitchen for anything we can eat before going back to your place?" Brianna asked.She will still have to go with Lucien as his personal bodyguard to protect him for twenty-four hours until she is sure no one is after him anymore. She knew she shot that mercenary leader only an inch to his heart, but since he had minions around him, the possibility of attempts to attack her client was still on the table."Well, I won't say no to that," Lucien readily agreed. "I can head out to the kitchen and see what we can have for dinner while you get whatever you need.""Okay, then. I will be out there with you as soon as I find them. Just don't put my house on fire, okay?" Brianna replied while looking around the collection room, then headed out to what she supposed as her bedroom- the last one they haven't checked by the end of the hall on the second floor.Lucien did not stay in the room e
"How is dinner going?" Brianna asked as soon as she saw his back from the distance as she headed towards the kitchen."I'm still looking for everything," Lucien replied with a distressed voice. He was not familiar with the whole area, so he did not know where to find things he needed.Brianna held his hand and led him to a stool by the kitchen island."Will you please sit here and wait?" she commented, patronizing the young Michaelson. "I am confident I can do the task more efficiently." She felt confident that though her brain could not process the task to remember things, her body seemed to be working according to whatever she needed to do.Lucien had no choice but follow. He sat there with his hands cupping his jaw, elbows on top of the marble island, pouting in grievances. Tatum walked around the widows, checking for possible situations outside. He was being alert for whatever may happen. A group of mercenaries was after them.
The call got connected, and just like Jack had ordered firmly, Blake did not make any sound. He even covered the mouthpiece to make sure no sound would be heard from his side for the one calling Charles Anderson's phone."Why the fuck are your men too slow?! Why is that fucking old man Michaelson's grandson still not in my hand!?" A throaty barking voice pierced Blake's eardrums.Blake remained silent. He was trying to check if he would get to recognize whose voice he was listening to. But no matter how he checked his sharp memory, he could not point anyone among people he knew or could consider as might ever be, even for as weak as a guess."Make sure to tell your men not to disappoint me, or I will be the one to shoot their families in between their eyes, one by one!"The call was cut off right away. Blake Gordon was shocked to hear the last words the caller said."Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He cursed a
The group moved with speed. They left Charles to the man working as the cashier on the convenience store on the ground floor of their building. The guy was someone they helped and rescued by chance that he was too grateful. He served as cashier and also a lookout on their place when they were out on a mission. They asked him to look after Charles, and if anything happens, he has to call for them, not anyone else. They were already in the car, but their conversation with Jack Foster did not end. They stayed connected as Jack guided them on what to do and where to go. Only Jack knew where Brianna's place was, so they needed his directions.Jack gave the location of where their families were being held as hostages. Blake will know who to appoint studying the possible route to get in and out of the place with less danger. They can only expect for less because the chance of having a safe one was off the table.
Brianna did not say anything. She did not cut the call either. Lucien was still holding the phone in his hand. The latter was not sure of what to do. He wasn't sure of what to say either. His mind was busy thinking about the identity of this caller. This Jack Foster indeed sounded desperate and panicked. Lucien also noticed how the man would call her with different names like B, Brie, and Brianna."Brie, please... give your men a chance to talk to you in person. You will see any shade of doubt if there is when you see them up close. They are unarmed, I swear on my mother's grave!" Jack pleaded. He felt more frightened when Brianna took out a digital gadget from the drawer on a side table below the family portrait.Brianna let her instincts lead her and opened a drawer with a tablet-like screen. She turned the gadget on and it showed her different positions of traps set around the place."You know what I am looking at?" Asked Brianna to
Five years later. “Babe, don’t tire yourself so much,” Lucien reminded Brianna lovingly. “How is our little Anna doing today?” he asked with his warm hands rubbing on Brianna’s six months pregnant belly. “I am not really sure. But I have no doubts she is too eager to see the outside world. She has been kicking my ribs inside as if trying to push her way out even before her due!” Brianna blew a breath as she answered. Lucien laughed happily at the cute face of his lovely wife who somehow looked complaining. “Babe, I noticed that your mood swings during this pregnancy and the first one, with Caleb, are so different. Could it be because their genders are also different? With Caleb, you were as tough as usual, but with our little girl, Abigail, you are so… Uhmmm, so…. How do I say this?” Lucien scratched his head as if searching for the exact but safe word to say not to provoke his pregnant wife. “Come on, tell me. I am so what, huh?” Brianna asked with a sweet smile. Her face looked
“And in respect to Anna’s parents, I wish to move their graves into a mausoleum only for the Peters; the parents and grandparents. And as soon as we’ve done so, we will hold a ceremony to honor them,” Leandro declared. “What do you say about these thoughts of mine, Anna? I really hope I do not offend you in any way, because with all my heart, I swear, I only have the purest desire to express my gratitude that they brought you into this world and now you become a part of our family, that also makes your family ours, just like our family is also yours.”Silence filled the whole room. The question was directed to Brianna, so their eyes all turned to look at her as they waited to hear what she would say in response to Leandro’s words that were said with heartfelt sincerity. Brianna was silent not because she was feeling so emotional. Brianna was inwardly checking her heart and thoughts as well as her intuitive response, in silence. Guarding her mind against any misunderstanding or miscal
Brianna and Lucien arrived earlier than Sandra and Levi. It was because Sandra wanted to buy something for Anna, Sandra’s soon-to-be daughter-in-law, and also something for her father-in-law, Leandro Michaelson. There was nothing to worry bout since the war had already subsided and there were more than enough men to assist the couple with security or anything they would ever need. Enzo welcomed the young couple, Brianna and Lucien, as soon as they arrived at the mansion. Leandro sent the helicopter to fetch Enzo right after Leandro and Andy were dropped off at his yard. Lucien did not say anything, but Enzo understood the curious look on his young Master’s face as to why it was not the same as usual. Leandro would always wait for Lucien and Brianna by the door whenever the patriarch knew of their arrival. “The Master has a guest. They are in the study room and he is asking for your presence as well,” Enzo answered as he led the couple to where Leandro, Andy, and their guest were at
While the rest of the world was in tumult, the men on the Michaelsons' private army along with Brianna’s team subdued the whole barracks and gather every useful piece of evidence to solidify the cases against Terrence Clayton. The Michaelsons team found out there were more grave reasons why the ex-Vice President wanted the whole place burned down. “Sir, there seemed to be a lot of hidden bundles of money on one of the installed container vaults covered in military cloth to make it appear and look like it was only one of the stocks containers,” Captain Lexus Bordeaux reported when they started to search the whole property for anything they could find useful. “There is no way one can create a legal document to explain such a large sum of money, so Clayton must have kept them there,” Andy scoffed. “And there wouldn’t have been any way his under-the-table deals would pay him other than by cash,” Leandro also scorned. “Do not touch anything, just take photos and secure the surroundings
Blake assigned Finn and Hoggins to cover him by looking at their surroundings as his watchmen while he focused his attention on the target he was after according to the order given for him to execute. Blake had to look up most of the time to locate the shooter so he was relieved two of his comrades who already knew the drills and what they were supposed to do in this situation were with him to rely on. “Boss, these men are wearing a different uniform from ours. I believe they are not on the same side with us. What do I do?” Blake reported in a whispering tone as soon as he got the assurance that his information was accurate. “Take them down. Alive if possible, injured or not. But don’t hesitate to shoot if they try to resist and fight back!” Brianna answered. “Yes, Boss!” Blake answered. He gave Ramil Finn and Andrew Hoggins a signal on what to do and they acted accordingly. Hoggins took the east and south directions to secure. Finn took the other two directions while Blake Gordon
“Don Leon, the barracks in the forest is about to be abolished. Whether there are people in it or none, the order was made, and Terrence Clayton’s minions are on the move as we speak. If you have your men in there, tell them to pull out. Especially if your grandson and his wife are there, I strongly suggest you inform them of this message immediately!” The caller was using a voice synthesizer, so it was unrecognizable if the caller was a man or a woman. “Let me know who you are, whether what you say is the truth or just a prank; I want to thank you for this length of effort to notify me; let me return the favor one day,” Leandro wisely replied. “I will come to find you in person one day, then you will know who you are, and I will personally ask for your help. But for now, we don’t have time. Tell your men to pull out!” That was all they heard before the line was cut. “Tatum Eliott, leave the area right away. I repeat, leave the area right now! A tip just came in; that place is
“What are all of these?” Lucien asked looking at a slideshow of files with word documents and images. “Isn’t that the address of the warehouse where we found the human organ harvesting? Are these papers the legal documents of property ownership?” “Yes! And someone sent me this file after I failed to hack into their firewall!” Jack answered with a victorious laugh. “Wait…! The ownership is under the name of… Will somebody zoom that part where the name is printed and signed?!” Leandro frowned as he also tried to read the content of the document on the wide screen in front of him and Andy Lockwood. “Terrence Clayton!?”Andy, Leandro, Lucien, and Jack almost read and uttered the name aloud in unison. Brianna scoffed. In her thoughts, “got ya!” was bouncing although her facial expressions remained as calm as always. “How did you get this? Are you sure they are legit?” Brianna asked calmly instead of showing her pure delight. She still wanted to make sure they weren’t rejoicing over a f
Then Charles Anderson turned to the IT team. “I want to see every corner, every area, every exit and entrance of this barracks!” he roared in panic. “Sir, what about the men in the field?” the team leader asked cautiously after nodding in response to the command given. “Forget them, they are no longer of any use now that the enemy has its hands on them,” Charles answered waving his right hand dismissively. “I want to see if the ones I am after would grace me with their mighty presence,” Charles murmured as he busily looked at every screen. “I am not so sure they would choose to join their team to attack me back for gatecrashing their wedding but knowing the bride too well, I won’t be surprised if I see her face coming for me at this moment.” Charles keenly observed every angle on every screen. He was tracing Brianna’s figure among the intruders. They were all in full gear, but knowing Brianna for more than a decade, Charles Anderson could tell even her shadow. And he was more tha
As soon as Blake Gordon activated the jammer, the sniper team Charles had sent to attack the resort hotel, where Brianna Peters and Lucien Michaelson’s wedding was supposed to be being held, got disconnected and unreachable for Charles and the few men with him that controlled their overall internet connections and communication. “What the fuck is going on?!” Charles asked the man he knew was the most active in every inquiry Charles would make. “Get them back online!” Charles Anderson was furious beyond words but he was not very much familiar with everyone around him at the moment, so he was aware he could not act like he would usually do when he was with Jack and the rest of the men under his command.“Sir, something must be wrong from their end of the network,” the man seated in front of the computer hesitantly uttered. “What is that supposed to mean?!” Charles snarled.The poor IT guy cringe, but he had no choice other than clarify his words.“I tried to reach out to them but the