It was three in the morning but Valjerome and I were still awake. I was lying on his shoulder while his hand wrapped around mine. We both stared at the ceiling¾thinking and observing.
"Aren't you...remorseful?" he said in a low voice.
I frowned at him. "Remorseful? Of what?"
He looked at me softly and then gently brushed my messy hair with one of his hands. "Of what happened to us...today," he replied.
I sneered at him. "You already took me six times, Valjerome. If I'm remorseful about it, then I should have rejected you for the second time."
His lips curled up. "You counted it?" he asked amazingly.
My cheeks warmed in embarrassment. "I-I didn't count. I just remember," I said.
He let out a soft chuckle and hugged me closer. "I love you," he said sincerely.
"I...love you too," I admit shyly.<
"Papa!" Erom happily called Chaos as we entered his office.He ran into Chaos and gave him a hug. Chaos laughed and hugged Erom back. I just smiled and then slowly walked closer to them.Damn, it hurts.That insatiable Mafia Boss!"Did you miss me?" Chaos asked while putting Erom on his lap.Erom nodded quickly in response and then gave him a kiss on the cheek."How are you, Papa?" my son greeted.I sat on the visitor's chair and watched them talked. I couldn't help but stare at Chaos when I remembered what Valjerome had said earlier.He is an illegitimate child?In the six years Chaos and I have been together, he never mentioned anything about it. Even about his family, he does not always tell me stories related to it. I once met them when the
"V-Val ..." I called Valjerome weakly and rasping as I entered the mansion.He immediately approached and hugged me. "It's okay, everything will be okay," he comforted as he gently stroked my hair.I shook my head. "It's my fault... It's my fault," I said repeatedly and leaned onto his chest due to weakness.My tears kept on flowing. I can't imagine that Chaos would do that to me, to our son—to the boy who considered him as a real father."I-I shouldn't have left Erom like I used to," I whispered between my sobs."Ssshh. Don't you blame yourself, Jazzie," Valjerome whispered.I shook again and then slowly let go of his embrace. With my blurry eyes, I stared at him."I can't take it anymore, Val. I can't afford to lose a child again," I said with great grievance. He looked at me softly and then pulled me again for a hug. "Don't think
Valjerome's men couldn't do anything when the van took me. They couldn't shoot just because I was already in the car."We already have her," said one of the passengers while holding a phone.I’m sure Chaos is the one he’s talking to. I just sighed quietly and then leaned back in the chair. I didn’t fight back or make any mess. Aside from the fact that I don’t have the energy for that, I know it’s useless if I make a scene. In the first place, I chose this.I feel the observation of the men I am with. They are watching me as if I can still do something at these times. I mentally shook my head and forced a smile.There is only one thing I can do now, that is to let Valjerome know my location.I bit my lower lip when I felt my phone vibrated on my thigh. It was hidden and I made sure no one would notice. By these times, I knew Valjerome already knew I h
"You're wasting your time by calling him in your mind, Jazzie. I've already tricked your ex-husband's group elsewhere. But if he finds you here, you're already just corpses," Chaos spoke coldly."Why?" I asked hoarsely and then looked at him. "I trusted you, Chaos," I said weakly.He smirked. "That's the plan, Jazzie. For you to trust me," he said.I shook slowly and sighed then let out a laugh. "Is this necessary, Chaos? Does my son really need to be involved in the revenge you want¾that your family want?""My sister died in front of me, Jazzie. She shot herself," he stated."She killed herself. Your sister was the one who took her life, Chaos. Not me, not my son, neither Valjerome!" I snapped out of frustration.Chaos clenched his jaw. I also saw the instant lifting of the gun that the old Hevion was holding and pointed towards my direction again. Hi
"A gift for your wife?" Jaime, one of my trusted men, casually spoke while driving the car.I nodded sparingly and stared again at the necklace I was holding. "For our wedding anniversary," I said lowly and forced a smile.And she'll never know..."You will confess?" he asked again.I chuckled emptily and put back the infinity necklace on its box. “You know I can’t do that right now,” I claimed.He stopped talking and focused on driving. I looked outside the car window and smiled sadly.A day from now, it's already our third year anniversary, my wife.IT'S almost 12 midnight when we reached my parents' party. I automatically snaked my arms around her, marking my wife at everyone's eyes as we took our way in.Sh