She quickly opened her closet, pulling a particular silver cloth hanger, revealing another wall packed with ammunition. Unfortunately, the wall was pretty narrow to serve as a hideout.She knew that Brant would probably have an agape look right now, but she did not care. She could not carry much either, she got her favorite automatic rifle and a smart watch.She grabbed her pistol and knife from under her pillow and quickly stuck it in her waist band."Who are those people?" Brant asked.She ignored his question.She pulled a little wood carved porcupine resting on her bedside cupboard, the bed automatically raised itself to reveal a shining five step ladder."Holy shit! Who are you?" Brant asked in disbelief."Get in, quick!" She hurried him. She could get the steady stamping of heavy boots gradually approaching the door.Good thing Brant did not argue.There was a hard push at the door, he heard it too, because he hastened his pace. She followed suit. She literally jumped down, t
"Grenade!" She heard one guy announce, that was the second voice she was getting, and it certainly wasn't Monty's.She was right, there were more than just two of them.She waited for it to explode, but instead, she heard something drop a few centimeters from her feet…Her eyes bulged open, her life flashed before her eyes, adrenaline overtook her."Fuccckkkk!!!" She cursed, it was as though time slowed down.She took one moment again to look at what dropped, making sure she actually saw it right, fuck yeah! It was the damn grenade, her own grenade.The tables turned, adrenaline kicked in, she knew that there was no way she could outrun it, so she did what anyone in her situation would do, dive.She dived through the narrow opening she and Brant had created, flinging her gun in the air. It did not matter where a landed. About the same time, the grenade exploded. The impact from the explosion threw her further. She landed on a body… Brantley's.It was as though she were seeing the sta
Surprisingly, Fabiola showed up to work the next day, she was not limping, but she also could not conceal the pain painted on her face.Brant was in sunglasses, he had purple eyes. Randy had spent the greater part of the night pressing ice packs on his face to reduce the swellings. It worked like magic, but there was nothing they could do about his purple eye.He had dismissed Fabiola, asking her to come back when she was fine.She'd insisted that she could work and she could not pile up work that would backfire on her when she takes over the company.He'd laughed it off, he'd insisted that at least she gets the rest of the week off. She'd agreed to that.Pops had insisted that she stayed at home and not go out, but she still had her bodyguard job on Saturday, and she could not miss it.She lost her blonde wig in the fire, 'I'll just get another one,' she told herself.Dominique had told her that they succeeded in capturing two of the Glacier guys, she had not yet been down there
"What is the name of the club that….? Carl asked."If you men are capable as you say, then find out by yourself." She barked, turned around and stormed out.It might sound stupid of her to spill out too much information like that, but she knew the man who raised her… he made no mistakes or left no trails behind.The only way to get him was to play his own game.He'll probably think that she knew more than what she said and whatever it was that went down between him and the Glacier Cartel, he'd try to prevent her from knowing, in the course of that, he'll expose himself.She cannot live all her life looking over her shoulder or jumping out of exploding buildings.She lay in her bed making a mental list of the things she had to do.She still needed to break into the police archives.Now that she just shook the beehive, she knew that Pops would be at her neck.Her phone rang, "huh, who can this be?" She looked at the unregistered number on the phone.Even though she was skeptical, she st
"Fine, what do you want?" She gave up and asked, staring daggers at him."Have lunch with me."he stated, with his signature nerve wrecking grin.She rolled her eyes. "Fine, pick the day and time, and I'll be there. Now, my keys!" She stretched forth her hand.She did not have the energy and time to go back and forth with him."Oh, I already did." He grabbed her hand and literally pulled her to the other side of the car."Hey, let go of me, I'm not a kid! What the hell are you trying to do?" He opened the passenger's seat and shoved her in.She could not beat his ass because it'll only draw unwanted attention They were in public for fuck's sake.He closed the door, leaned on the window and whispered, "I already picked the day and place, the day is today, allow me to drive you to the place." He smiled, before she could say anything, he was already circling the car.She looked at her outfit, she still had her pajama trousers on."He is kidding," she chuckled nervously alone in the ca
Linda spun on her heels, looking from Brant who just walked out the door to Mila who was silently shedding tears.She was confused whether or not she should ask Mila what happened. The girl was in no state of engaging in a dialogue right now.Mila lowered her head and sobbed silently."Hey, it's gonna be fine." Linda engulfed her arms around Mila, hugging her as poor Mila sobbed."What happened between you two?" Linda asked.Mila stayed silent, sobbing some more."Ok, I'm here girl, anytime you want to talk about it, I'll be right here ok?" Linda tapped Mila's back.Mila buried her face in Linda's neck.Linda held her and let her sob. When she was certain that Mila had cried enough, she led Mila to the couch."Tell me about it." Linda held Mila's hand, prompting Mila to open up about what actually went down between her and Brant."I said some things I should not have said, really mean things." Mila finally confessed, her sobbing her subsidedLinda offered her tissues."What did he do
"How… how, manage?" She asked with a dry chuckle."Phoebe Rogers?" Brant raised his brow. "You gave me the hint, I did the research." He stated confidently.She stared at him, this man was unbelievable. She wasn't scared with what he'd found out. Afterall, he already knew that she was capable of anything."Read the documents." He encouraged her.She pulled out sheet after sheet and scanned them over quickly."How did you do it?" She asked.Honestly, she mentally applauded him, perhaps he wasn't that dumb as she'd thought."Isn't it simple, you said you were the mastermind behind the person or people acquiring shares in the company. I did my assignment like a good boy and I discovered that three particular men all reported back to the same person, Phoebe Rogers. She's blonde no doubt, and we could not get a clear angle of her face, but that's all I was looking for…a woman." He explained confidently.Linda was in her own world. Her parents would never allow her to eat this much calories
"Do you want to know why?" He asked softly, respecting her wish by giving some distance between them.She stared at him, silently begging him to tell her and at the same time, not utter a word."Because I love you, Mila." He whispered.Linda spat out the wine in her mouth. Her eyes almost fell off the sockets of her eyes.This was not what they'd talked about.Mila froze, her spirit literally jumped out of her body."I know how crazy I sound right now, but that's the truth." He professed. "Putting my feelings aside, were you really thinking that I'll hate you when you've been nothing but a victim your entire life?" He twisted his brows."And you can not deny that you do not feel anything for me?" He challenged.True, her heart beats for him every single time, but….there was a huge but."You are crazy," she whispered in a barely audible whisper, accompanied by a dry nervous chuckle."You always put up this aggressive attitude against me, you say the meanest things anyone has ever said