NEAR DEATHJavyn Andrew got the information that Zayn recovered with a pinch of salt. It was the fact that he had let his guard down that tortured him. He had failed his love, and he knew it.Everyone around him knew that he was growing increasingly drained; his eyes were dull once more. The spark in his eyes that she had retrieved from the years of working to build an empire was gone again.He was the only one who did not recognize the change that was in his demeanor. He, however, knew he was feelings were shortchanged. The fear that clouded his mind when he thought of losing Savannah was unbearable.Javyn ordered the driver to stop immediately, and what he felt was all too familiar. He could barely breathe and could do very little to conceal it.His companion watched in horror as he practically dropped out of the car on his knees. He was gasping for air and struggling to loosen his buttons, despite knowing that was a useless attempt.A simple glance at the billionaire in that state
WAY WORSEZayn walked into the Sheriff’s office with an air of importance. He was there to represent Billionaire Javyn Andrew and to gather more information about the supposed witness.Seated at the other end of the desk in the rather crammed room was a disheveled man who seemed drained of life. The specks of dirt on his clothes hinted at a lack of proper grooming, or rather the lack of means for proper grooming. Having Zayn sit opposite him showed the stark difference between the men.“I believe you, sir, are here to represent Mr. Andrew.” He was looking at Zayn, who nodded in agreement.He scanned the room, moving uncomfortably, feeling out of place in the cluttered office.“This young man here is Scott and claims to have some information on where Miss Grant is.”For the first time since he arrived, he looked the man in the eye. Scott had felt invisible to him up until that moment.“A man claiming to be a prominent politician from Kenya found me and asked me to carry out a job for
AFTER HER Javyn got to the university faster than anyone could fathom. The police at the scene where Savannah’s kidnapping had occurred were already interrogating people and searching the scene for clues.Javyn could not help but feel disgusted watching them act as though they were doing something. He was certain his men would find her before they did.“Which direction did the car go?!” He was demanding an answer. No one dared disappoint the enraged billionaire.“That way, Mr. Andrew,” One of the officers pointed at the far-stretched road.The road led up to multiple more paths. How would he find her in this way?He made another quick phone call telling his men the new route they should all follow. He was joining in the search.Javyn had just gotten back inside his car when she tapped on his window. It was Celia frantically trying to talk to him. He rolled down his window.“Go back home, Ma, I got this.” He was driving off before she even uttered another word.The thought of Mr. Gran
WHERE IS SHE? There was an eerie feeling of confusion inside the motel room. Mr. Grant was there alongside Abel. The commotion in the parking lot had caught their attention. “Boys, go check out what the noise is about.” Abel delivered his orders with such injunction that it was admirable. He carried his pride around intact, giving no room for his authority to be questioned. His dressing hinted at his status; the designs had no imprint, they just screamed money. His strong cologne filled the room before he arrived and lingered long after his departure. Mr. Grant felt menial beside him; he was a nobody here. No one knew his name, and no one cared to. The men wasted no time striding out of the room properly armed. The news of his daughter’s successful capture had shocked him. He was ominous as to whether everything would work out with that billionaire in the picture. He was now closer to his daughter than he had been for the months he was there. He wondered if she understood w
SAVING SAVANNAHMr. Andrew was pacing around the office as Zayn made frantic calls. He would occasionally sit to stand again, even more berserk.“You need to stay calm, Javyn. The police are on it.”Zayn’s words sounded distant to him. His driver was found dumped on the roadside, badly injured. Their attempts to track the car were futile so far.“I’ll go pick up Savannah.” Zayn could tell his friend was in no place to drive.“Just try to keep calm, can’t risk any health scares right now.”Javyn could tell the Angel of Death was behind it. This was probably his threat. He pulled out his phone to contact his informant just as an unknown number popped up.“Hello? Is this Mr. Andrew?”“Yes.” He sounded annoyed.“There has been a report that Savannah Grant was stuffed into a car about an hour ago. We believe she has been kidnapped.”Everything was carefully orchestrated all along. Mr. Grant had only vanished to throw them off. He was keenly plotting his daughter’s return.Mr. Andrew hurrie
YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN’T HIDEMr. Andrew was sorting out the files on his smooth, spacious mahogany desk, leisurely turning in his office chair. He was more revived than ever before.He did not notice when he started humming to himself. A contented man with everything finally looking up for him.If he ever lost the will to live, Savannah would reignite it in him. She gave him a new reason to fight for his life.He momentarily stared at the framed picture of them dancing hanging on the wall. She looked majestic in his arms as he guided her through the dance floor. What a sight they were when they were together.She was safe now. He promised himself, knowing it was a consolation. There was no telling when Mr. Grant would strike again. There was no way he was going to give up the fight for his daughter.An abrupt call rudely disrupted his reverie. It was a close informant of his; he was not expecting any intel, so the call came as a surprise to him.“The Death Angel Abel is back in tow