Bye-bye Mr. Jersey. This will definitely put a wrinkle in Mr. D's plans. I guess it'll be time for a new lieutenant to rise through the ranks of the Downtown Devils. If you are enjoying this story so far, consider leaving a gem or two in appreciation. More to come as we look into what Ace has been up to and check in with Evelyn, Michael, and Jayson.
[Addison]No, that doesn't make sense. If Mr. D wanted to poison us, I'd be dead right now not questioning whether or not he had done it. Poison isn't his style. He prefers a more direct approach. But the last time I felt this sick I...No, impossible. That's almost less likely than poison. I was told I'd never conceive again, or at least my odds of conceiving would be the same as anyone conceiving on birth control because my uterus was so damaged by the miscarriage. But what if they were wrong? With everything else that happened, I never went in for a second opinion, nevermind a follow up visit. And Hunter and I have been having unprotected sex for weeks. Lots and lots of unprotective sex. "Oh God," my hands are shaking as I slowly stand. Holding onto the wall I barely keep from falling over. I feel so weak. Last time this happened I knocked myself out and ended up in the hospital. No, I need to be careful in how I proceed. Because either poison or pregnancy, it doesn’t matter–e
[Addison]A month has passed since the fire.Things will never be as they were, but in some ways they are much better than they ever have been. There are no more secrets between Hunter and I. Or at least that's almost true. He still doesn't know I'm Vanessa Vandersteele, and hopefully he'll never have to find out.I've stopped investigating my past, at least for now. Partly its because it is impossible with me to do so discretely while confined within the towering walls of Grant Group's headquarters--our legal auditors would notice the pattern immediately and report it to their boss. Even if I went through Professor McCannon, the computer system was programmed to seek patterns and track them like it does all documents that move along Grant Groups data streams. It was put in place as a measure to prevent embezzlement and serves to keep all of Hunter's employees honest.But even if the computer system were not a barrier, I would have dropped the investigation. For all I know, looking in
[Michael]My heart is racing as I look back down at my phone and then up at Evelyn as I settle her back onto her feet. Mr. D's message had been cryptic. What did he mean by "Problem solved?" Was Addison dead? "No, it can't be," I murmur involuntarily. I am ready to move forward with my life, to make Evelyn an official part of my family, or at least I thought I was until this moment. Hailing a taxi, I instruct Evelyn to take Jayson back uptown. "I need to check something on the west side. Evelyn frowns. "What is it Michael," she queries, concerned. "Was my vision true. Did something happen to Addison?" she whispers the last part, covering Jayson's ears with her hands."I don't know," I swallow. "I got to... just take Jayson home, OK. And if Mr. D calls, tell him you are NOT coming over tonight.""Okay, Michael," she nods acquiescing to my judgement as she turns towards my son and I gently shut the door. At least I won't have to worry about the two of them while I'm investigating wh
[Charley]I need to get back to the boss, and more importantly, Ms. Archer. I did my best to take out as many of The Devil’s men within the house, but by the time I had made it back to the bedroom, the house was already ablaze.“Damn it,” cursing I threw myself to the ground, crawling and coughing my way back to the master bedroom. Haz will never forgive me if I let his family burn to the crisp. “She’s my wife,” he told me right before he left to go to work. “Watch her like you would me.”He didn’t need to say the rest. I already knew. This is my last chance. If I can’t keep her safe, I better not come back because he won’t leave anything left of me for the police to find. There won’t be any second chances. The thing is, I’d die for Addison Archer. She’s a good person doing good work. She reminds me of my sister, Patricia. A bit of a goody two-shoes, she was naive and big hearted–She wanted to save the world. Instead the world let her down.When my mom started going down a bad path
[Addison]Hunter Grant has no intention of letting me go, and I guess I don't want him to let go either. At least not now, not in this moment. After feeling death's cold breath on my neck in the form of a gun pressed against my head, I need more than anything to feel alive again. I need to know I'm safe. And in this moment, this tense and passionate moment, I can't think of any place safer than Hunter's arms. So I don't fight him when he opens the door of his suite with a kick, nor do I resist when he walks me back to his room and strips us both of the blood and memories of the morning. When he presses me into his bed, I hungrily pull him into me, kissing him with the wanton lust of a woman drowning in need. His breath is my only oxygen, and his mouth my only food, and I devour him as his hands check every part of me. "Addy, Addy, Addy..." my name is a song on his tongue as he presses his lips to my temples, my neck, my waist. "My love," his lips move lower, kissing every delicate
[Addison]Even after giving myself up, it wasn't enough to save us. The men still rushed forward, ignoring my pleas as they blocked the exit. A shot of gunfire rings out in the alley, and all but one of them turn away, blocking the exit, carelessly stepping over Sally's cooling form."Please, stop!" I demanded, my arms spread wide. "I surrender."The man snorts and moves forward. Turning around, I notice Livy is still in the corner where I left her and I panic. She needs to get out of here, to hide before they notice her and try to do something to her. "Run into the tunnel," I hiss one more time to my frightened little girl hiding in the shadows, but can't hear me. Her hands are covering her ears as she rocks back in forth mumbling to herself. "Mama," she cries. "Papa. No!"Oh God, she sounds like me. Had Hunter lied about the car accident? Was her past just as dark as mine? No wonder she didn't want me to leave, she knew she might never see me again if I did."Why are you doing th