All Chapters of She's back: Chapter 121 - Chapter 125

Morgan's POVThe consistent ping ponging of the door bell shut me out of my haze of confusion and uncertainty. I stared at the screen of my television watching as the investigators were ceasing boxes an boxes of files from Winston's office as they announced that he had been arrested last night as an accomplice in my dad's murder. How was I supposed to take that? The man that I had lived with since I was disowned by my dad happened to have a hand in his murder. But I couldn't understand it at all. Nova killed my dad, while Winston was an accomplice. How and why? It didn't make sense. The ping-ponging continued, but it seemed too far away as I slipped back into the news. The news droned on saying the had been sent an anonymous tip and we're grateful to whoever it was."During the investigation," The anchor continued. "The police have discovered evidence of slush funds, unethical medical practices alongside malpractices and other law punishable offences that are yet to be discovered.

Morgan's POVMy foot bounced as I waited for the video call to connect. My entire room was in a mess.Come on!The ball connected and Sabrina's face came on the screen. "Morgan?""Okay Rina. I'm freaking out!" I started as soon as she picked the call. I jumped to my feet and placed the tablet on the table. "I need your help!""My help with what?" She asked. She had a sheet mask on her face and was eating a bowl of cut apples.I picked up three gowns and held them up. "Which one?"She bummed and stroked her chin. "Hmm, this is really hard.""Oh come on." "I'm serious Morgan. I can't say. ""Just try.""Okay..." She started. She narrowed her eyes and leaned closer. "The white one... Purity... Nice. The red one... Sexy... Good. The pink one is cute and also good. How do you expect me to pick?""That's not an answer. ""What is this even for?""I have dinner with Dante."Her eyes widened and she let out a long squeak. "Oh my goodness finally! That took longer than I expected!"I rolled m

EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER. The chill in the air warned of approaching winter. The night sky was lifeless without a single star or the moon in sight. Silent, cold, like death. On the roof of a fifteen story building were two men, one younger and the other older. The younger man had his face hidden with a dark hood, but lifeless blue eyes peered out of the darkness. He had his arms folded, muscles bulging under his hood, his skin covered with scars, bullet holes, and tattoos. He had a handsome face, quite striking. But there was no emotion on that face. He watched the street below, the people who hurried about trying to get home before the storm came. The young man stood deathly still one would think he was a statue. "Do you understand your mission?" The older man asked in a gruff voice. He walked up to the younger man's side, making sure to keep a safe distance. "Yes." The younger man replied, coldly. "And please, don't bring in dead bodies. I need them alive, are we clear?" From a