Garaine's eyes quickly read the room as she stepped forward. Standing in the room since the incident, she realized one thing- the weaker she is, the greater the chance of her being preyed on by merciless lords of the underworld. Being the madame of the Turner household, she couldn't just stand there and watch the dignity of the Turners falling apart. Taking in a deep breath, she smiled, looking as welcoming as ever. "Esteemed guests, you think that I pushed her 'on purpose' and it's my fault that she fell, isn't it?" Mrs. Turner said with an unwavering voice, maintaining eye contact with almost all of the guests. Her gaze appeared sharp and confident enough to leave the high-profile guests to think twice before speaking. Upon receiving no response, she again spoke. "I am waiting for your response.""It seemed so," a woman in a glam gown spoke. "Alright!" Garaine snickered. "Since you all are implying that it's my fault, I am accepting my fault." The moment her words were completed,
A surprised Blake turned towards Garaine only to see her sniffling. "My child? Are you crying?" Blake's eyes widened and he immediately stepped on the brakes. "What's wrong?""Father…" She broke down, burying his face in her palms. "I don't wanna go to that house. It's not meant for me. I didn't want to be a part of the underworld. Why did he marry me and leave me in such a tough situation? I just wanted a simple life but he married me and now I ended up in such a situation of fight or die. I want a break. I wanna go to my best friend's house.""Alright alright…But please stop crying." Blake bit his inner cheek, unable to understand what he should do to stop her from crying. "I want to go to Lucia's house," Garaine kept crying. "Please take me there. I don't wanna go to the main house. Please…""Alright, dear," Blake agreed, finding no other option. "Enter your friend's address on the GPS. I'll take you there. Alright?""Mhm." Garaine sniffled, wiping her tears like a kid. "I am so
Ring ring…ring ring…tut."Fuckin hell!" Weylin Turner growled, almost throwing the phone away. "Hey! Don't break my phone like you did with yours," Mirela Davies, Weylin's old acquaintance, the leader of the gang The Red Hearts, and one of the most powerful mafia leaders of the USA, spoke as she took her phone away from his hand. "I didn't break my phone on purpose. I couldn't control my rage and…" Weylin sighed, looking out of the window. "Tch. You and your temper," she rolled her eyes. Tucking her locks behind her ear, she glanced at him. "3rd time?" "5th." Weylin massaged his glabella, looking exhausted."5th?!" Mirela's eyes widened as she leaned forward out of reflex. "You have been calling your wife for the 5th time?!" "Yeah." The mafia leader mumbled, without caring to take a glance at the lady. Closing his eyes, he continued massaging his glabella. After the long meeting with the other mafia leaders, he just wanted to return home and take a nap. "You're down on your luck
Around seven cars were moving on the hushed road. The speeding cars and their roars reverberated in the pin-drop silence environment. One of the men from cars that were following Weylin Turner put his head out of the window. He pointed his gun, aiming at the tires of Weylin's car to shoot and puncture them. Narrowing his eyes, the man pulled the trigger and the bullet escaped from his gun. But Weylin's driver, being one the best drivers of the mafia world, flawlessly escaped from the aim. "They are quite skilled," Weylin Turner muttered as he tightened the grip on his gun. He kept eyeing the speeding cars that were trying to get close to his car. As the cars were about to get close, Mr. Green kept speeding, escaping swiftly. Soon they reached an area that was far away from the residential area. Now things will get a bit easier. Weylin smirked as everything was going according to his plan. Soon they reached a road that had a lot of smaller roads joining it. "We should get Weyl
"What?!" Weylin sprang out of his seat. "What are you saying?!" He could feel a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead while his heart started to thump in his chest loudly. "Is Mrs Turner alright? Did anything happen to her? Nothing happened to her, right?" "Luckily Shadow and Old Master Turner arrived on time," Jace explained. "The situation came under control and your wife is safe."Weylin closed his eyes, feeling tons of bricks being lifted from his chest. He heaved a sigh of relief upon confirming his wife's safety. "Have those bastards already been caught?" Weylin grimaced. "Not yet." Jace's voice sounded low and hesitated. "Such a spine-chilling attack happened and the culprits are still roaming around freely?!" The mafia leader roared. "The leader of the Hawk is in the USA," Jace informed. "And we couldn't get hold of the information about them." "I'll take care of things here. I'll dig the entire area to find him if needed. That fvcker won't be able to get away from m
After around thirty minutes, all the information regarding Farren Allen was presented in front of Weylin. The live location of the leader of the Hawk was glowing in red on the huge screens of the computers and systems. There were some documents kept on the adjacent table. The sounds of the systems were the only sounds that could be heard in the pin-drop silence room. The highly skilled professionals of his specialised team, whose job was to ensure the safety of the crucial information of The Black Panther as well as to dig the highly confidential information about anyone who dared to target Black Panther or whoever they were ordered to take care of, were waiting for further instructions. Weylin exhaled the smoke of the cig as he stood up. His eye quickly scanned the information on the documents. His lips curved down as he went through the minute details. His aura appeared even darker, thanks to the black coloured shirt he was wearing with his sleeves rolled up to his lower arm. He bi
Weylin, who was obscure about the fact that he had been shot, turned around. He only felt a sudden push from behind which caused him to stumble a bit before he heard the screaming of his bodyguard. Realising that he had been shot, he turned around to shoot the jerk. Before he could even aim, Mr Green had already shot him dead. The next moment, shooting started and the bullets, which appeared like a swarm of bees flying, were aimed at the mansion that ensured that no one would come out alive or escape the consequences of messing with Weylin Turner. Meanwhile, Weylin felt a dampness on his left shoulder, to be specific, on the shoulder blade. That punk aimed for the leader's heart to put a full stop to his journey but he wasn't skilled enough to take Weylin down. He touched his shoulder only to realise that he was bleeding heavily and the crimson liquid went unnoticed till now due to the black of the shirt he was wearing.He was feeling a buzzing sensation around his shoulder blade whi
"Did that guy spill the beans?" Blake asked, neatly cutting the steak and making perpendicular slices. Pinning the meat down with the fork, he proceeded to take a bite. "Not yet," Shadow replied, sitting on the adjacent chair. She waited for her master to finish his breakfast before getting into the proper discussion. "He's a tough nut to crack." "Kai Bailey is that kind of guy who considers loyalty above everything," the old master said, taking a bite of the tender yet crunchy asparagus. The combination of steak with well-cooked asparagus and crispy potatoes was always his favourite dish for breakfast. "But that doesn't make us go easy on him. Use every known method to extract the truth from him. He shouldn't have tried aiming at my daughter. Since he already did the deed, there's no need to go easy on him." "Yes, master." Shadow nodded. Biting her inner cheek, she glanced at the other. "No matter how much I try to connect the dots, I couldn't understand one thing. He attacked the
Garaine spent the next few weeks resting in Weylin’s bed. He didn’t want to take any risk and moved her to his room. He was so careful while taking care of her, providing the utmost love, support, and anchor to her that she left like she was some spoiled princess of some distant fantasy world. He provided everything from time to time starting from medicines to food. In his absence, his specially appointed maids took care of her. He even made time out of his busy schedule to accompany her on walks so that her recovery would speed up. His boundless dedication and great deal of care made her heart flutter, making her fall for him all over again. He even remembered what her favorite snack was and which brand she preferred. Through all the sweet loving moments, Garaine felt like something had changed in Weylin. Though he was being all lovey-dovey with her, giving her a princess treatment, she felt he was being somewhat distant. He seemed to distance himself from her after they reconci
"Divorce!?” Leysa gasped, putting her hand on her lips. “You are talking about divorce!” She turned toward her husband who was standing beside her while she was sitting on a chair. “Blake, is he really our child? Did you really inherit our genes?” Blake glanced at his wife, shaking his head at her dramatic remarks. He was at a loss of words when Lucia informed him about Weylin’s reckless decision. “Weylin, your father and I have been together for fifteen years,” Leysa stated proudly. “Never did he mention breaking up with me, or divorcing me even though I’m from a normal background. How can you think of divorcing her when she is a well-trained assassin?”Weylin didn’t say anything. His gaze was glued to the floor. A heartbroken Garaine kept taking glances at her husband, hoping that he would change his mind.Lucia was standing beside Garaine, comforting her best friend whenever she became tense while Jace stood beside Weylin. The way they were so engrossed in the serious conversatio
What’s this strong unpleasant odour? Antiseptics? Disinfectants? Where am I? Oh! I remember. I took the bullet that was meant for Mr. Turner. Seems like I’m in hospital right now. I can hear some indistinct voices. This voice. It's very familiar. Is It Mr. Turner?But what is he saying? I cannot hear it clearly. Please speak loudly. I wanna hear your voice. “Please wake up soon, Garaine. I can’t bear to see you like this. Please wake up for me.”I’m awake Mr. Turner! Mr- Wait, I can’t open my eyes. Ugh! I have to open my eyes. I want to see him. Is he crying? Why is his voice quivering? “Mr. Turner…” She croaked, blinking several times to adjust her vision. Weylin, who was holding her hand between his palms while touching it to his forehead, immediately looked up. His eyes widened as he saw her blinking at him. “Garaine, you are awake!” “Water,” she grunted.He immediately poured some water in the glass. Helping her to get up slowly, he held the rim of the glass near her lips.
Weylin’s eyes widened. “Don’t!” Weylin screamed. One of his most important principles was to never sacrifice his allies for his benefit and he couldn’t leave her to die when she had been his best friend since he rose to power as a mafia leader in the USA.“Drop your guns and let me get out of the mansion safely,” Oliver demanded shamelessly. Before he could take a step forward, cross-firing started. Taking advantage of the situation, they collected their guns and hid behind whatever furniture they found nearby. Blake along with Leysa hid behind a massive pillar.Leysa tightly hugged Blake, hiding from the gun sounds. Suddenly, a stream of memories of the incident where she lost her memories played in her mind. The situation where she lost her memories was no different from what was going on right now. She started to feel dizzy. She cupped her head, trying to soothe the head-splitting headache. A chain of events where she was separated from Blake and her child flashed in her mind. B
“Is everything alright?” Shadow asked in an utter grim tone. “Yes, master.” The reply came from the other side of the call. “Our men encircled the Davies’s mansion and we are keeping an eye on their every move from the shadows. They don’t seem to notice us.” “Good! We will be there within ten minutes,” Shadow said. “Everything should go according to the plan.”“Roger!”“What’s up?” Weylin asked, focusing on the road as he was driving. “Everything is going according to the plan,” Shadow informed. “We will just have to barge in and kidnap Madame Turner. Spider is more than prepared for this. If needed our men wouldn’t hesitate to open fire and kill Oliver Davies.”“Killing the Davies is also one of the most important tasks for today’s mission,” Weylin asserted. “If we fail to put an end to Oliver, Mirela will do it.”“I hope she wouldn't change teams at the nick of the moment,” Shadow mumbled, not trusting her enemy’s daughter even for a second. “She won’t,” Weylin replied firmly,
"Where are you, Spider?” Shadow asked, sitting opposite to Blake Turner in a luxury restaurant. “How long will it take for you to reach the said location?”“Aw…my darling, Shadow, do you miss me that much?” Spider responded from the other side of the call. “It seems like you can’t bear to wait a second more to meet me. Do you miss me that badly?”“Cut the bullshit.” Shadow rolled her eyes while Blake keenly observed her facial expressions. “Do you even know how long we are waiting here? It has been almost 2 hours.’“Aw…my baby has been waiting for that long?” Spider’s voice sounded like a teenage girl fangirling over her favourite idol. “You love me that much?”The voice from the other side of the call was so loud that Blake could hear her. He chuckled, listening to their banter. Shadow glanced at Blake who seemed to enjoy the situation. He signalled her with his eyes to answer instead of gazing at him. “My darling Spider, I swear if you spout nonsense again, I’ll make sure to bury
“What?”Garaine flinched. Subconsciously, she touched her face only to feel her mask. She heaved a sigh of relief as her cover didn’t blow. “Why are you covering your face like that?” Weylin frowned, narrowing his eyes. “Take that annoying mask off your face first. I cannot see your beautiful face.”He reached his hand out to take her mask off when she leaned back, making it impossible for him to touch her mask.“What are you doing, young master?!” Garaine exclaimed. “God! He is so out of it”. She mumbled, rolling her eyes. “I guess these drunkyards left me with no other choice.”“What are you mumbling?” Blake looked at her. “My apologies but I have to do this.” Garaine gave a sudden blow at Blake’s neck, hitting his carotid artery, knocking him unconscious. She held him by his waist to prevent him from falling on the floor and sustaining injuries. “What did you do to my father?” Weylin looked at her with horror in his eyes. “The next in the line is you.”Garaine stretched her li
"I need to distract myself.” Weylin lightly slapped his cheeks and climbed the stairs to his father’s office. It was 10 am and he planned to keep himself as busy as possible to avoid the reminiscence of the events revolving around Garaine. As he climbed a few more steps, a waft of alcohol assaulted his nose. He stopped in his tracks. “Alcohol?” Weylin frowned. “Who is drinking alcohol this early in the morning?” He quickly reached his father’s door when the scent of alcohol intensified. He gasped when the realization hit him. “Don’t tell me Father…""Father!" He opened the door with a loud bang without caring to knock. As soon as he opened the door, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets while his jaws slacked at the sight that was welcoming him. Blake was sitting on the floor with his head buried in his arm on the table. He was holding his wife's huge portrait with the other hand. His blazer was pitifully lying on the floor as the owner seemed to discard it hours ago. His wh
Garaine turned around only to find her husband sitting on the couch. She gulped nervously as she realized what would happen next. She tried to read her husband’s expression but since the room was dimly lit, she failed. “You are supposed to be sleeping now. Why aren’t you sleeping?” Garaine spoke, trying to mask the anxiousness on her face.“That’s not important, Garaine.” Weylin stood up and took a step forward. ”I'm not letting you off the hook today.”Weylin’s voice was cold enough to send chills down her spine. Garaine lowered her gaze as she knew she had no escape today. It's natural for a loving husband to worry for his wife and Weylin was indeed a very loving husband. He was just worried about her.She parted her lips but she just couldn’t bring herself to spill the beans about her deepest secret to her husband. Thousands of unwanted negative thoughts started to gnaw her mind. What if he starts hating me? What if he stops loving me? He actually fell for my caring side, not for