Chapter 130Hans carried Connor all the way out of the building and towards a waiting van. The more they walked, the more Hans knew that Connor was growing weaker by the minute and he needed to get him to a doctor before it was too late. The beatings and injury he had sustained was something that he wouldn't be able to recover from unless he saw a doctor and he feared that if he didn't get him to see one soon, he would die."Almost there boss, just hang in for me a bit," Hans begged.Connor groaned, more blood dripping from his head and Hans knew that he needed immediate attention or else, it would be a lost cause.Finally, after what seemed like hours when in reality it was only minutes, they got to the van. There was Orlando and when he saw the state that Connor was in, he almost shed tears. He wasn't one to cry easily as grief had taught him a lesson, one that had molded and shaped him to be the kind of person he was now but still, looking at Connor, he knew that no one deserved to
Chapter 131Back at home, Annah anxiously dialed Russo's number. As the phone rang, her heart pounded with a mixture of anxiety and determination. She had discovered something that she couldn't keep to herself any longer. Russo answered after a few rings, his voice tense."Hello?" he said, his tone cautious."Russo," Annah began, her voice trembling with emotion, "I need to tell you something, something I've just found out. You have to promise me that you won't tell anyone else about this."Russo, sensing the urgency in Annah's voice, replied, "Okay, Annah, I promise. What's going on?"Annah took a deep breath, her mind racing as she revealed the shocking information. "Fred," she started, "Fred is the betrayer. He's been working with Michael all along to bring down Connor, and you know what Connor would do to him if he found out everything he has done."Russo's reaction was immediate and visceral. He felt a shiver run down his spine, his hands trembling as the words sank in. This was
Chapter 132Bruno washed his bloodied hands in the sink as the men watched Connor's breathing. It just seemed like he was battling to survive, battling to stay alive and they hated to think that this was now the reality of this life, this was how he was going to live. Soon, Bruno was done and as they all stared at Connor's body, they each said a prayer for his recovery. None of them wanted to lose him and they hoped that soon, he would make a turnaround."Is he going to be okay?" Orlando asked, breaking the silence.Bruno sighed, not even knowing the answer to give to that question. When Hans had brought Connor in, he had anticipated just some flesh wounds and son superficial injury but he had got the shock of his life when instead, he had found wounds of various degrees, marks and cuts that could only have been made from one of the cruelest pieces of instrument ever known in the history of torturing.He had removed several things from his body, several sharp objects that shouldn't ev
Chapter 133Russo frantically searched his cluttered office for his phone. Papers and files were strewn about as he overturned every surface in his quest. His heart raced as he finally spotted his smartphone peeking out from beneath a stack of folders.With trembling hands, he retrieved it and quickly dialed Hans' number. The phone rang, each second feeling like an eternity until Hans finally picked up."Hans, it's Russo," he breathed heavily into the phone. "Did you receive the message I sent you?"There was a brief pause, filled with the tension that only high-stakes situations could create. "Yes, Russo," came Hans' calm and composed voice on the other end. "I got your message. What's going on? Has this been confirmed?"Russo swallowed hard, his throat dry. "We've been compromised, Hans. It's worse than we thought. The enemy… they've been within our ranks all along."The gravity of Russo's words hung heavy in the air as he waited for Hans' response, the fate of their organization no
Chapter 134In the dimly lit, smoke-filled room at the back of Bruno's house, Hans gathered them with a solemn expression etched on his face. The room was thick with tension as they sat around a worn-out wooden table.Hans, his voice barely above a whisper, broke the silence, "There's been a betrayal, my friends, and it's someone we would never have suspected." He paused for a moment, letting the gravity of his words sink in. "It's Fred."Orlando's eyes widened in disbelief, while Bruni known for his sinister grin, let out a twisted laugh. "Fred? That fool?" his voice oozed with mockery. "He's always been a weak link."Hans nodded gravely, "Yes, but his betrayal runs deep. He's been secretly lusting after Annah, Connor's fiancée."Bruno had learnt everything there was to learn about Fred and Annah and he liked that Hans didn't hide anything from him at all and was always so open to everyone.Orlando's laughter grew even more sadistic as he leaned back in his chair. "Oh, that idiot Fre
Chapter 135Russo had been by Annah's side for hours, trying to console her as she sat in the cold, sterile floor. Connor, had been in a coma for what felt like an eternity, and the uncertainty of his condition had taken a heavy toll on her. Russo knew that there was little he could do to ease her pain, but he stayed with her, offering quiet words of encouragement and a reassuring presence.As Russo held Annah's trembling hand, his phone suddenly rang, breaking the heavy silence of the room. He quickly pulled it out of his pocket and saw that it was Hans. Hans had been keeping vigil at Connor's bedside, and his call was unexpected and as he picked up the call, he didn't know what to expect from this."Excuse me for a moment," Russo said softly to Annah as he answered the call. "Hey, Hans, what's going on?"Hans's voice was filled with excitement and relief as he spoke, "Russo, you won't believe it. Connor just woke up! Bruno said he's going to be alright!"Russo's heart skipped a beat
Chapter 136"I hope no one was hurt? I mean people who came for the naming ceremony?" Connor asked.The last thing he would want was to hear that people indeed got hurt after everything they had been through. He would never be able to live with the guilt because he knew that everything was his fault. He had endangered them, put them in harm's way and it was something that he would never be able to forgive himself for."No, surprisingly, nobody was hurt, which is our only saving grace." Hans smiled.Connor heaved a sigh of relief and he was quite glad that there was no trouble coming from that side. He knew that the people would have a right to sue and he would never blame them because it was their responsibility to ask for damages after going through something as horrific as that."Where is Michael now? I need an intel on him," Connor said.Hans glanced at Orlando and the big man knew it was his cue to give them everything they wanted. He had secretly been keeping tabs on Michael with
Chapter 137Connor couldn't contain his worry any longer as he approached Russo. They had talked about many things and now, he needed to know if Annah and his child were doing alright. The last thing he wanted was for them not to be alright. If that happened, he knew that he would never be able to forgive himself because everything was entirely his fault. The two of them standing in the dimly lit corridor of the room Connor had been recuperating, the antiseptic scent in the air filling their senses. Connor's face was etched with concern, his eyes searching Russo's for reassurance."Russo," Connor began hesitantly, "I've been so worried about Annah and the baby. Do you know how they're doing?"Russo placed a reassuring hand on Connor's shoulder. He understood the gravity of the situation and could see the fear in his friend's eyes. With a reassuring nod, he replied, "Connor, I just checked on them. Annah and the baby are both okay. You can breathe a sigh of relief."Connor's shoulders
CHAPTER 183Connor stared at the reflection in the Mirror. The white suit looked spectacular on him. He couldn't help but notice how much he had changed since Annah walked into his life. His eyes seemed to be lighter. He smiled more often and that was a long way from when he used to think that smiling was an exercise. Well, till Annah came in and changed her. He smiled at the thought. She was worth his every smile. Only the thought of her made him feel alive inside and she couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with her. The door creaked open as Hans, Russo and Marcus walked in. He caught the teasing glint in their eyes and tried not to smile. "How do you feel?" Hans said "How the hell do you think he's supposed to feel? It's his wedding"Russo drawled. Connor almost rolled his eyes. Considering the fact that he didn't like to associate with many people, he considered them friends. Admitting it to himself made him cringe. "I know you can't wait to see her," Hans teased. "Ju
CHAPTER 182Annah felt overwhelmed and slightly shaken from what happened earlier. She couldn't believe that Micheal had attempted to take her away from the love of her life and from her future son. She felt overwhelmed and heavy with exhaustion but at same time she also felt relieved that at least Connor and her son were okay. She wouldn't have had it any other way. She winced as Connor swiped the soaked cotton wool across her bruise tenderly. There was a sort of tension that radiated from him so it didn't take too long to figure out that he wasn't fine. He was more focused on her bruise than at looking at her."You can talk to me. There's no need to keep your emotions away from me Connor" she placed a hand over his arm. "You were about to be hurt, Annah. Micheal was about to take you away from me" he growled lowly and ran a face over his hand in frustration. Annah knew she shouldn't feel relieved at someone's death but she couldn't help it. Micheal wasn't around to torment them any
CHAPTER 181Annah felt drowsy as she woke up. Her head was spinning and the pounding in her head heightened with each movement she made. Her eyes raked over her environment and the panic began to build in her chest. All she could remember was that she had been walking with that new guard and she'd been trying to make conversation. He had abruptly given her an apologetic look before she had blanked out. She could tell from her drowsiness that she'd been heavily drugged. She looked up at the window in the room. It looked like something like a dark cellar. Alarmed, she decided to call out for help and was met with instant silence entirely. Her mind drifted to her son, to Connor. What if they weren't safe as well, anxiety gave way to full on panic and she lunged up immediately and headed towards the bar of the cellar, she tried to shake it open but it remained unmoving under her grip. Nobody was outside, from the looks of it, it seemed like she would be the only one here."Help. Anyone
CHAPTER 180Annah felt off and very conflicted. There was obviously something that Connor was not telling her. She didn't know what it was but for him to act so distant, for her to be able to sense his anxiety, it was definitely enough to set him on edge. Martha played with her son and she stared at the empty space, lost in thought. She tried to calm her racing nerves but was unable to. Martha sneaked a curious glance at her. She wondered what it could be that distracted Annah so much. Whatever it was, it must be something enough to set her on edge. Annah son was occupied with drawing on paper. The little boy has taken such a liking to art that it amazed both Annah and Martha. He was able to come up with creative things and each time Annah or Martha came across his art. It rendered both of them breathless. "Are you okay Annah, you've been staring for hours" Martha said as she looked at Annah worriedly, her face etched in concern. "I'm just worried about Connor. He's been behaving
CHAPTER 179Something was wrong. Annah could sense it from Connor as they sat at the dinner table. He was occupied with cutting his son's food into smaller pieces. Everytime she tried to ask him if he was ok. He would assure her that he was and then would back it up with a smile that wasn't in the least bit convincing. She knew when he was trying to suppress his emotions, she knew when he was trying to keep what he was feeling away from her, all because he didn't want to dampen her mood. She noted the way his shoulders were a bit tight with tension, she noted the muscles in his jaw. She considered trying to get him to admit what was bothering him, but not here. Not at the dinner table. There were maids still serving platters of food that they couldn't even quite finish. She had tried to convince him of the fact that having a near buffet for dinner wasn't always necessary. But he wouldn't listen. He's always insistent in spoiling her and thier son. Hans hanged around the dinner table
CHAPTER 178Connor felt bothered as he stared at fge screen. Hans stood beside him, his face impassive but he knew Hans was just as worried as he was. They had been unable to get a clear view of the intruder's face. All that they got was the exact detail of his build. It was almost as if the intruder was very conscious about the camera. Apparently, he was smarter than Connor gave him credit for. Hans and Connor exchanged worried glances. It was hard to miss the pasty white shade of Hans knuckles. Connor was on edge, he could feel the anxiety eating him alive from the inside out. It was hard to focus on anything. He was conflicted between flying Annah and his son, preferably to another state and than staying here. At the back of his head, he knew Micheal still found a watch him, Micheal was silently gauging his every move, making plans on the move he would make next. This wasn't something that Connor could rush. This wasn't a decision that Connor could just hastily commence."How do
CHAPTER 177Annah found it a bit amusing that Hans was insistent on escorting her to the library despite the amount of times she had politely declined. She wondered if the guards following closely behind them were not enough to assure him and Connor that she was perfectly and completely safe. Yet they were insistent on not taking chances. Between Connor and Hans. She didn't know who was more stubborn. Perhaps that was why Connor decided that he was the perfect fit for chief head of security. he was the sort of person that knew how to make decisions for the well being of the people that he protected. Despite the stoic facade that Hans put on Infront of people. Annah knew that he was a man that had compassion and had Connor's best interest at heart. He would do anything to see Connor happy and would do everything possible to ensure he was safe and away from threat. She noticed Hans seemed a little on edge. She wanted to inquire the reason for his mood but decided against it. It was pr
CHAPTER 176The night felt fulfilling as Annah and Connor returned back to the bedroom. Annah had watched with a small smile on her face as Connor has read thier son bedtime stories and yet she couldn't ignore the unease that clawed at the walls of her stomach. Everything seemed to be going ok. E everything seemed to be good. She wondered how long it was going to last until something else occurred again. When they returned to the privacy of thier bedroom, Connor gently slammed her against the wall, capturing her lips between his within the space of a heartbeat. From the urgency he used to kiss her, it was obvious that he had been thinking about her all day, just as much as she's been thinking about him. The thought made her smile into the kiss as she slid her hands up his chest to wrap her hands around his neck. "I missed you today" Connor whispered softly, the blood rushing immediately to his groin at the thought that he'd have the luxury of exploring her all over. "I missed you
CHAPTER 175"You're back to the office so early?" Connor snapped his head towards the direction of the hallway. Russo casually leaned against the wall, a look of amazement and worry on his face. it seemed he wasn't going to approve of Connor's immediate return either. Russo eyes ran over Connor quickly, almost as if he was looking for an injuri which were now invisible. The recovering injuries were buried beneath Connor's suit. "Didn't Bruno give you strict instructions to rest?" Russo raised an eyebrow in question. If there's anything he was painfully aware of, it was how stubborn Connor was. He never backed down easily. Russo wasn't sure he knew what the definition of rest was. Connor had always been one to work hard. He liked getting things done by himself even if he knew he had hundreds of people at his beck and call. "I don't work for Bruno, Russo. You know that." Connor said dryly. His gaze returned to the papers that were scattered across the table. Russo took the liberty o