"That's none of your business," Jenny replied, surprised by her own boldness. Julius appeared equally taken aback, and they stood in silence, the weight of her defiance lingering between them. Seizing the opportunity his surprise afforded, Jenny tried to slip past him into her room. But at the last second, Julius grabbed her wrist, pulling her back with such force that she nearly collided with the wall."Julius," she gasped, wincing as his grip tightened, his fingers digging painfully into her soft skin. Familiar dread washed over her, her chest tightening with panic as she struggled to breathe. Casting a desperate glance over his shoulder, she found the hallway empty. Behind them lay windows overlooking the side courtyard, too far for anyone to notice them."Most girls are prettier when they smile," Julius remarked, his breath reeking of spoiled fish and sour champagne. "But I don't like this look. What's going through that head of yours to make you look like that?"Ignoring him, Jen
Seething quietly, Jenny nodded. Her father sighed, accepting the gesture. He rose and placed a large hand on her shoulder, attempting to reassure her. His touch felt eerily similar to Julius's, and she suppressed a shudder."You know your mother loves all her children, including you, dear," he added, a note of sadness in his voice. "This family means the world to her, and your behavior weighs on her. Do this for her. Give her some peace."Jenny glanced at the fallen photograph on the desk—a cherished family portrait from her childhood. The memory of that day was vivid: a visit to the park under the perfect weather, with puffy clouds drifting lazily across the sky, occasionally letting the bright sun peek through. She had felt overjoyed to wear a beautiful blue dress that matched those of her mother and Jessica. Her father and Julius had donned suits, their ties coordinated with the dresses. Following the photo session, they had enjoyed a picnic, basking in the pleasant sunlight.The p
Jessica laughed, rolled up the window, and the car drove away. A moment later, Jenny and her mother stood alone in front of the house, shivering in the frigid breeze."Let's go inside," her mother suggested. Jenny realized she was waiting for her mother's lead on what to do next. Being home alone together was rare, so she walked alongside her mother, matching her pace as they climbed back up the steps."Jenny," her mother said softly, with a hint of concern. "I need you to be honest with me. What's happening between you and your brother? I've never seen you act like this before, hitting anyone. Is this something related to school?"Jenny felt a lump form in her throat as she avoided her mother's gaze, hoping her eyes wouldn't betray her. Her father had specifically asked her not to mention anything, mindful of how shocking news could affect her mother's fragile heart condition, potentially causing tachycardia or a heart attack."No," Jenny replied softly, brushing her hair behind her
"Orders from your father. As head of security, it's my job to teach you how to protect yourself.""Why does a politician care so much about self-defense anyway? It's not as if he ever lets me out onto the street," she complained.A flicker of emotion crossed Richard's face. "You never know what could happen, Jenny." His serious expression took her aback, hinting at the dangers he had likely seen beyond their secure life. Then, his playful demeanor returned. "Besides, it's good discipline, you rapscallion."Jenny laughed. "I am not a rapscallion!" she retorted, giving him a playful punch on the arm, only to instantly regret it. His solid form likely caused her more pain than it did him.Richard handed her a water bottle. "You'll want some of this before we start," he advised. Grateful, she accepted it, relishing the first sip as it refreshed her. She managed to stop herself from drinking it all in one go. Richard chuckled at her enthusiasm and began to walk out of the training area, wi
She patted the gun again, noticing an unreadable, longing expression in Richard's eyes. She wondered if he had the urge to practice shooting too until he looked down and turned away, organizing the targets into a folder."I'll show these to your father when he returns," Richard said. "It should balance out Timothy's less favorable review of your self-defense skills, don't you think?"Jenny laughed, shaking her head.Jenny adjusted the latch on her holster, remarking, "There's no such thing as canceling out. Father won't care about my shooting skills if I can't defend myself without a weapon. He'll say, 'You can't take a gun to school, Jenny! What if you're attacked by a bear at school?' No matter how much I argue, he won't be happy until I can roundhouse kick a grizzly in the jaw."Richard's shadow fell over her hands, gently prying them away from the holster before removing it adeptly from her waist."Oh," Jenny whispered, glancing up at him. "Thank you.""I bet you could kick a griz
Jenny felt a wave of nausea as soon as she glimpsed Julius's face. Thoughts immediately rushed to Kevin, accompanied by memories of Julius's hand striking her, his grip tightening around her throat. She realized she could never look at Julius without recalling the harm he had inflicted on her and others. Now, with his eyes narrow and his chest heaving, she knew he was prepared to cause more pain.Examining the men flanking Julius, Jenny wondered why she hadn't seen them before. Their eyes scanned the room and her as if it were unfamiliar territory. She sneered at them and felt Richard stiffen beside her. For a brief moment, she hoped Richard would intervene and send Julius away, but Julius spoke first."You filthy pervert," Julius spat, disgust evident in his tone. "She's sixteen."The absurdity of his protective accusation directed at Richard almost made Jenny laugh, if not for the fear and anxiety twisting her stomach. Julius's hair was slicked back unnaturally, mak
"I warned you about this! You should have listened, you reckless fool!" Julius roared at Jenny."Let me go!" Jenny screamed back, hysterical. The guards restraining her were unmoving, towering over her by at least six inches. Each had the same unyielding physique as Richard, unfazed by her desperate thrashing and shouts."You're a disgrace! An absolute disgrace! I should have never let you be alone with the staff!" Julius fumed, his hands moving wildly, unable to contain his rage. His neck was tense, eyes blazing. "Of course, someone like you would try to seduce them! You're nothing more than a common slut.""I said let me go!" Jenny's voice was shrill, fueled by his insulting words. He had no right to belittle her like that. Richard was her friend, not just hired help. And she was far from what he accused her of.Jenny struggled even harder against the guards' grip, delivering a forceful kick to one of them. He grunted, and his grip slackened. It was just enough
On Saturday morning, Jenny awoke in a sweat, her bed sheets soaked and the small of her back sticking to them. She sat up, tugging her pajama shirt down, and as she did, the memory of yesterday flooded back. A shudder ran through her, and she couldn't hold back the sob that escaped her, tearing through her chest and making her curl inwards. Gradually, she pulled her body tighter until she formed a small, compact ball in the middle of her bed. She wasn't sure how long she remained there, crying, before the gagging began. When it did, she unfurled herself, collapsing to her knees beside the bed. With difficulty, she managed to rise to her shaky feet and stumbled into the bathroom, where she vomited into the toilet.Once she finished, she found vomit in her hair and splatters on her pajamas. As she peeled the garments off her body, she cried, careful to avoid looking in the mirror. Each time she caught a glimpse of herself, she could only imagine how Julius saw her—and how R
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