Before pressing his tongue inside of her, he rose, grinning at her and knocking her thighs further apart with his knees. Grabbing her hips, he buried himself deep inside her with a single thrust. Jenny gasped for real this time, just as Alvin's garbled cries for help, for mercy, for the pain to stop.Julius's eyes were wild, swimming, and Jenny realized with a start that he orchestrated this. He wanted to rape her while Alvin was tortured. She wondered if he asked them to leave the door open.He thrust harder, and faster, and Jenny realized she couldn't breathe. Waves of anxiety rocked through her and she gasped, reaching up for Julius, for anything, for something to anchor her. His face lit up, and she realized he only thought she was orgasming, like she had faked so many times.Jenny rode the panic attack out as he finished inside her, collapsing on the bed and sighing deeply as he buried his head in her hair........For the first time in a long time, Jenny dreamed of Richard. Some
Jenny reflects on Julius's past, recalling his brief infatuation and first love with Celine. At the age of sixteen, he was truly smitten with her. Back then, Julius was kind and attentive, granting her every desire. Jessica and Jenny would lightly tease him about it, but he paid no mind. Celine wanted to wait until after the prom night to be intimate, and Julius respected her wishes. Then, during the homecoming dance, Julius stumbled upon Celine having an affair with one of his friends in a utility closet.This devastating moment marked the beginning of Julius's harsh demeanor. It coincided with Jessica starting to ignore Jenny, electing to retreat into her room more often. Jenny had almost forgotten about these events until now; understanding them sheds light on why Julius changed so drastically, becoming spiteful and unkind."Every time I saw you, it reminded me of her," he'd once confessed. "It was as if I was reliving that moment when I found her with Perry. I know what I did wasn
Julius eyes darken, and he shakes his head. "After everything that happened to you? No, you're safer here. Maybe we can find something for you to focus on. A project. Perhaps Father might let you enroll in some online courses."Though she had completed her GED with the Bloody Sapphire, college was never an option. Father doesn't value her enough to invest in her education. Julius sometimes overlooks the reality of their world, pretending possibilities exist where they don't."That would be nice," Jenny agrees, nodding, knowing opposition might bring back the mean or angry Julius — something she desperately wants to avoid. She's almost fully recovered from past injuries inflicted by him, and the last thing she wishes is to endure that pain again. She briefly recalls the agony of the first time, the blood running down her legs, and suppresses a twisted laugh at Julius's indignation towards Alvin.When Julius finishes his meal with Jenny, they discreetly disp
ONE WEEK LATERJenny sat at the vanity, staring into the mirror at a reflection that still felt unfamiliar after all these years of disguises. Checking her makeup and colored contacts, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was looking at a stranger. When she first joined the Bloody Sapphire, a drastic change in appearance had been necessary. Over time, her identity evolved through various personas, allowing her natural blonde hair to return briefly.Now, her hair was dyed a rich chocolate brown and cut short, curling just above her shoulders. As her fingers brushed the ends, the color caught and shimmered in the overhead lights. Britney and Jessica had assured her the color suited her, though Jenny thought it made her appear too severe. Dropping her gaze, she realized the transformation made her look startlingly like Mother. With brown contacts and styled hair, her resemblance to Jessica and Mother was striking. Britney taught her how to darken her eyebrows to comple
"She has three kids and two jobs. She's already overwhelmed; I don't want to add to her burdens.""What's her name?""Alice.""Last name?""I'm not comfortable sharing that," Jenny replied, feeling a sense of pride for skillfully handling each question with a plausible answer. Years spent working with the Bloody Sapphire had honed her ability to lie. The woman scrutinized her again, a subtle change in her demeanor, but the man remained impassive. Jenny realized it was the woman she needed to persuade."Right, but what are we supposed to think about you wearing shoes that cost more than my monthly rent?" she asked. "It's not just about money; I recognize that label. Only someone with real connections would wear shoes like that."Jenny winced inwardly, regretting her choice of shoes that morning. The truth was that she had stolen them after a job. The woman didn't need to know that—she was dead. No one in the Bloody Sapphire had re
Straightening her back, she tilted her chin upward. The bar had fallen completely silent, as if everyone was watching the exchange between them. The couple at the bar stood there, nearly slack-jawed, captivated by the interaction."Out of town," she stated with confidence, delivering it like she was providing an address and zip code. Not wanting to share her personal history or background aligned perfectly with her story about running from an abusive ex, so she committed to it."That explains a lot, Georgina Wilson," he remarked, stroking his chin. His cold eyes softened slightly, a hint of amusement flickering in his expression. She felt compelled to stand taller. "Because any girl from around here would know what you just said is completely audacious.""Audacious?" Jenny echoed, nearly rolling her eyes. Of course a gang leader would use vocabulary she'd encountered in SAT prep."Yes," he answered, his voice shifting from weary to smooth and low. "Any girl from around here would unde
Jenny arrived at the bar promptly at five the following morning. To her surprise, Malia was already inside, bustling around the empty room despite the fact that the bar wouldn't open for over six hours. She knocked on the door, peering through the small window to catch Malia's attention."You're late," Malia said instantly as she opened the window. Jenny glanced down at her watch, noting it was just one minute past five."I was here—" she began, but the venomous glance Malia shot her made her words falter. "Sorry," Jenny amended quickly, "I'll be on time tomorrow.""We'll see if there is a tomorrow," Malia replied, moving behind the bar and slamming a clipboard onto the surface. The loud noise echoed in the empty space, and Jenny settled onto a bar stool in front of it."Up," Malia ordered without meeting Jenny's eyes. Jenny stood, having consciously opted for a simple pair of white slip-on shoes instead of her expensive sneakers this time. She wore a plain black t-shirt and comfortab
Malia handed Jenny a bottle of water, and Jenny took what felt like her first break of the day. She drank it all in one go, quickly feeling nauseous from the sudden intake. After a moment of steadying herself, she reached into the pocket of the apron Malia had given her and pulled out the wad of cash she had collected as tips.Holding it out to Malia, she watched as Malia raised an eyebrow, glancing first at the money and then at Jenny. "What?" Malia asked, taking a sip of her water. "You want me to blow on it for good luck or something?"Jenny blinked, glancing down at the money in her hand before looking back at Malia."Oh," she said, pulling the cash back slightly. "I thought we would split the tips, or you could take them...""That's your money," Malia replied firmly. "Never let anyone take the money you've worked hard for. You need it, right?" Jenny nodded. "Then keep that tucked away and don't let anyone see it. When you're working, keep that in your bra. Don't go flaunting wads
One year later."Thank you for coming," the lawyer said, glancing down at his paperwork while adjusting his predictably dull brown suit. Alexander sat beside Jenny, comforting her with a squeeze of her hand. Both were dressed more formally than necessary for the occasion, as they had a significant event to attend afterward."I understand it's been nearly a year since the passing of Eduardo, Jessica, and Julius Swift. We appreciate your patience while we collaborated with the police and other authorities to settle the estate. We are now prepared to proceed with the distribution."Alexander offered Jenny a reassuring squeeze of her hand and exchanged a supportive glance before she turned her attention back to the lawyer, eager to hear what she stood to inherit from her parents."Eduardo Swift's will stated that his entire estate was to be passed on to his wife, Sharon. However, due to her absence during the initial sorting, the estate was set to enter the public domain. Fortunately, a r
As Alexander finally stepped into the room, he laid eyes on Jenny for the first time in days. Guilt had overwhelmed him, fearing she might not survive the attack. He was both shocked and awed by Jenny's bravery when she pushed him aside and took those bullets with such courage. Never before had he witnessed such an act of selflessness, especially from someone so close to him.Alexander replayed the day's events repeatedly, haunted by the memory of Jenny being shot three times by Jessica, who was supposed to be her sister. But then again, Alexander considered, no one in her adoptive family had truly been family to her, except perhaps her mother.He often wondered if he could have acted differently but always arrived at the same conclusion. Jenny was unpredictable—a trait he admired but which also made it difficult for him to protect her from those who wished her harm, particularly Bloody Sapphire and her adoptive family.He could never grasp their family dynamic. How could they treat h
Consciousness rushes back to Jenny like a tidal wave. It's as if she's awakened in the midst of a snowstorm, or as if her body is engulfed in flames. Every nerve in her body screams, reminding her she's alive. Alive.Once the initial flood of overwhelming sensations subsides, she begins to notice the details in the room. First, she feels a smooth, small hand in hers, then hears the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor to her right. The scent of antiseptic fills the air, and she suddenly realizes her mouth is incredibly dry."Water?" she croaks, managing to pry her eyes open, finding Malia standing above her, her hand shaking in Jenny's."Oh my god," Malia exclaims, turning and shouting into the hallway. Jenny flinches back into the pillow, unable to catch all of what Malia says, but it results in a swarm of medical professionals entering, all looking perplexed. Jenny feels like joking about the gunshots being a surprise to her, too, but her dry mouth prevents her from speaking properly
"But—" Jenny began as Jessica lifted the gun toward her. She raised her hands in a gesture to halt Jessica. Her plan would fail miserably if Jessica shot her now, something she might actually do. Jenny glanced at Nancy and Luther, the guilt almost overwhelming. If they hadn't met her, they wouldn't be caught in this tragedy. Drawing a deep breath, she steadied herself."Let them go.""What?" Jessica said, her tears momentarily halting as unkempt hair fell across her shoulder. It was nothing like her usually impeccable style."Listen," Jenny urged, closing her eyes. "There's a safe behind that painting. It holds enough money to give you the life you dream of."Jenny had discovered the safe one day while cleaning and had hurried out to keep Alexander from knowing she saw it. She had once watched him access the safe, revealing stacks of cash and gold."If you release them," Jenny continued, sensing Jessica was listening intently. "I'll tell you the code. Alexander shared it with me in ca
Meanwhile, Jenny arrived back at the sprawling log mansion, which served as Alexander's secluded retreat for himself, his most trusted allies, his mother Nancy, and Luther. Her heart tightened with worry at the thought of innocent, defenseless Luther. It was her fault he was caught in this predicament. She needed to act quickly to save that precious boy; otherwise, nothing would ever be the same for anyone involved.She hurriedly stepped out of the car she had commandeered and sprinted along the path toward the mansion's entrance. Gazing up at the moon, she whispered a silent prayer for Luther, recalling the sparkle in his eyes and his sweet, warm smile, before stepping into whatever chaos awaited beyond those doors.A wave of dread washed over her as she entered. The mansion was littered with fallen guards. Moving quietly into the foyer, she navigated around Alexander's fallen crew, careful and respectful of the somber scene.A soft, choked sob emanated from the center of the mansion
"As soon as I'm done with work," Alexander had reassured him, wrapping Luther in a warm embrace. "I'll come right back. You and me, we'll go fishing, okay?"Luther nodded, hugged him tightly, and told him to enjoy his fishing trip. Alexander kissed his head, oblivious to the idea that someone might find Luther there. He reproached himself now for not fortifying security, knowing he had plenty of enemies. What had he said to Jenny about it?"People with a lot of enemies are usually crushed under that weight. People with a lot of enemies sometimes get set on fire."The vision of his home, his son, and his mother in flames filled him with blinding rage and anxiety. He shoved past a few allies in his haste, knowing he'd apologize later, once he knew Luther was safe. Few in the Dark Wolves, apart from Lemuel, Malia, and Dolf, even knew of his son. Rushing past Anton on a stretcher, Alexander couldn't focus on anyone other than Luther.He skidded to a halt in front of his SUV just as his ph
"Yeah," Alexander replies, moving behind the bar in search of a good bottle of whiskey. Lemuel settles onto one of the barstools. Meanwhile, their team continues rolling up bodies and taking them to the incinerator they had discovered—likely used by the Bloody Sapphire for disposing of their unwanted. It's a more discreet option than transporting truckloads of bodies to the river with dawn approaching."He must have caught wind," Alexander speculates, shaking his head as he pours their drinks. Even though the operation went as smoothly as planned, he can't shake the feeling that something is missing. He knows he won't rest until the head of this adversarial group is found and eliminated.Just then, Alexander spots a shadow moving stealthily through an upper area of the tavern he hadn't noticed before. Without a second thought, he raises his gun and fires, certain that none of their men would move with such secrecy. If they had discovered access to a concealed upper floor, they would h
The Bloody Sapphire were taken completely by surprise when Alexander and his team arrived at their location shortly after three in the morning. They had sent two men ahead to release poison gas into the tavern, with Lemuel assisting the team in fitting their sleek gas masks securely before they entered, allowing the gas time to disperse.Inside, nearly every man in the main area of the bar was found slumped over tables or crumpled on the floor. Alexander's team swiftly eliminated them with silenced bullets, avoiding any unnecessary delays. True to his promise, Alexander ensured the women were left unharmed. He noticed them collapsed over the men, some unconscious with a man's hand inappropriately placed.The women were carefully removed from the pile of bodies and moved to the side, where they were handcuffed to a radiator, in case any harbored loyalties to their group. After the situation was controlled, they planned to bring Jenny in to speak with them, hoping they would recognize h
Jenny catches a glimpse of Dolf and Julius still clashing across the room but disregards them as she lunges at her father's legs, knocking him down hard. She hears the sound of his chin hitting the ground along with a muffled curse before scrambling back on top of him. This time, she aims for his eyes, but he raises his forearms to block her fingers. A primal rage surges through her, a tidal wave of anger.As she lashes out, the memories of all he's put her through flood her mind: Julius's assault, the constant surveillance from the bodyguards, his refusal to believe her even when the truth was self-evident, blaming her for her mother's death, and punishing her by sending her to work for the Bloody Sapphire as if it were an appropriate response.Jenny rains down her fists and elbows upon him, aware that she's screaming but feeling disconnected from the sound escaping her throat. She feels like a whirlwind, a tornado, a storm poised to engulf him. She wants him to experience every ounc