Rising from the table, she tossed the uneaten noodles into the trash, grabbed her phone, and headed to the bedroom. It was dark, and the bed wasn't as comfortable as her own, but it already felt like a safer haven, allowing her to drift off to sleep almost instantly.
However, tonight was different; she crawled into bed with the phone cradled against her ear, her thoughts wandering, keeping her awake. Alexander was a good leader, evident in the way Dolf and Lemuel respected and guarded him. But there was something more than that, an inexplicable quality about Alexander that had captivated her since the very first day they met.
He is tall, at least a full foot taller than Jenny, with broad shoulders and a well-defined chest. She is certain that beneath his fitted shirts lies an abdomen chiseled by regular workouts. She trails her fingers along the edge of the pillow beside her, imagining what he looks like beneath those clothes.
Jenny recalls his voice—the w
Rising from the table, she tossed the uneaten noodles into the trash, grabbed her phone, and headed to the bedroom. It was dark, and the bed wasn't as comfortable as her own, but it already felt like a safer haven, allowing her to drift off to sleep almost instantly.However, tonight was different; she crawled into bed with the phone cradled against her ear, her thoughts wandering, keeping her awake. Alexander was a good leader, evident in the way Dolf and Lemuel respected and guarded him. But there was something more than that, an inexplicable quality about Alexander that had captivated her since the very first day they met."I don't want a list of your new friends, Jenny," Julius warned, his voice taut with tension. "I need information about their plans, their strategies, and when they intend to catch us off guard or raid our territory!""But you jumped them," she retorted instinctively. The line went utterly silent on Julius's end, and Jenny felt her breath h
"What on earth is going on here?" Rolf asked as he walked into the bar. Sunlight streamed through the open windows while Jenny and Malia carried equipment to the small, elevated platform in the corner. Malia set down a speaker and wiped her hands on her shirt, rolling her eyes at Rolf."Someone is fixated on the idea of holding a karaoke night, despite my attempts to convince her it won't go over well," Malia explained."What do you mean?" Jenny asked, sitting on the ground and fiddling with two pieces of a microphone stand, trying to fit them together. "I think it's going to be a hit!"When the bar fell into an awkward silence, Jenny glanced up, half-expecting to see Rolf and Malia engaged in a passionate kiss. Instead, they were both staring at her as if she'd sprouted a second head."What?" she asked, redirecting her attention to the two metal rods in her hands. She attempted to join them again, but it didn't work. Letting out a grunt, she pushed her h
Jenny quickly turned around, untucking her shirt and unbuttoning the bottom to tie it together just beneath her breasts. Fortunately, she was wearing a skirt that day, so she hiked it up over her stomach, revealing more of her thighs.Another catcall rang out from the crowd, and suddenly a spotlight—one she hadn't known existed—flashed on, illuminating her. She swayed her hips and turned, seizing the microphone.l and began to sing.Her voice trembled slightly. As she glanced up past the lights, she noticed Lemuel dancing in his spot, waving to encourage her, while Malia laughed from her position behind the bar. Gaining confidence, Jenny stepped down from the stage, still holding the microphone.While singing, she lean close to the men, shaking her hips and flashing them a playful smile. The crowd cheered when she dragged a chair onto the floor, sitting on it backward and playfully spreading her legs.Then while moving to the back of the bar wh
He looks up at her with a tired grin, lazily catching her hand and placing a kiss on the back of it. She notices Alexander's eyes narrow at the gesture; despite offering her an official position, it's clear he doesn't fully trust her yet, wary of any closeness between her and the members of the Wolves.Dolf already shoots her daggers whenever she shares a laugh with Malia, as though he believes her only intent is to manipulate Malia and take her candy."Don't mind him," Malia said one night, catching Jenny's glance at Dolf's glaring expression."Oh," Jenny replied, attempting to brush off the concern. They were engrossed in an elaborate card game that Malia had invented while the men discussed in hushed tones at the other end of the bar. "He's not doing anything. I was just curious about what they were talking about."Malia glanced skeptically at Jenny from beneath her brows. "First of all," she began, "you and I both know that whatever they're discussing
"Hey, thanks," Malia said as Jenny passed her morning coffee order over the counter.Jenny smiled and nodded, taking a sip of her own coffee before rounding the end of the bar. She grabbed her apron and tied it around her waist, grinning at Malia as she did."So," she began, picking her coffee back up and taking another sip. "What's on the agenda for today?""Serve alcohol?" Malia replied, giving her an odd look. "What do you mean?""I mean, what's our next major cleaning project?""Are you joking?" Malia laughed, shaking her head. "This place is as clean as it's ever going to be. You don't have to scrub things just for the sake of it, you know. You can take it easy on the cleaning."Jenny paused, taking another sip of her coffee and letting Malia's words sink in. Since she had started working there, she always found something to keep herself busy. Now, both she and Malia stood together behind the bar, sipping their coffees as they gazed out
Realizing she had splattered some on Alexander, she quickly tried to dab it off his forearm. He gently grasped her hand, meeting her eyes as he took the napkin from her. He swiped it over his arm and then balled it up in his fist. Jenny couldn't help but watch as he let the napkin fall to the table and wrapped his fingers around his glass."Maybe Old Fashioneds aren't your thing," Alexander said softly, so that only she could hear him. A shiver ran up her spine at the unintentional implication of his words. "Perhaps you should try a whiskey neat instead.""I'm telling you," Dolf insisted, leaning forward and sloshing his drink everywhere. "Mexico is the most beautiful country on earth. You'll see when you go there.""False," Lemuel countered, shaking his head so vigorously that Jenny felt a little nauseous just watching him. "Hawaii is the most beautiful place." He turned to her, his eyes filled with enthusiasm. "I'll take you there, Georgina. Want to come on va
"Here," Malia encouraged, offering the bottle. "Drink this."Jenny accepted the bottle gratefully, tilting it back and allowing the icy liquid to soothe her parched throat. The chill was almost painful, a sharp contrast to the warmth threatening to close her throat. She lowered her head, feeling the weight of questioning gazes from others around the room."I'll handle this," Alexander assured Malia, his voice calm and steady. He instructed her to return to Dolf and assist the others. Jenny's breathing began to stabilize, yet sporadic waves of panic continued to wash over her, itchy and consuming like an unwelcome tide. Malia hesitated for a moment, the scene with Jenny revealing her scars fresh in her mind — the scars that mapped the first pain Julius had inflicted.Trusting Alexander, Malia eventually turned and slowly retreated to the others, leaving Jenny with a lingering look. Lemuel glanced in Jenny's direction as well, his usually cheerful demeanor overshadowed by concern. Malia
Jenny swallowed hard, her heart racing and her thoughts a tangled web. Hands trembling, she struggled to fit her key into the lock. After several attempts, she managed to open the door, her heart lightened by a smile she couldn't suppress. Alexander might be a threat one day, but for now, he wished only to escort her home, to shield her from her haunting past.Shrugging off her scarf and coat, she flipped the light switch, intending to cross the room and decide on dinner. As the room lit up, every inch of the space became visible, including Julius sitting in the armchair, his expression dark and unwelcoming.Jenny's eyes flickered rapidly as she took in the scene, the gravity of recent events crashing over her in waves of horror. Julius had invaded her life once again, an unpredictable storm wreaking havoc and leaving her to gather the fragmented remains.Instinctively, she reached into her pocket, hoping to find a tissue, but came up empty-handed. A familiar dread settled over her as
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