Maxwell Rohan was having a drink at O'Toole's bar and thinking of the mess that his half-sister had gotten herself into. She had called his line when he was busy and had dropped a panicked voicemail. The main thing he had been able to get from her ramblings was drugs, arrest, and "I don't want to go to jail.".The girl had always been whiny, so it had not been a surprise for Max to hear the thread of desperation in her tone. Maxwell knew it must be serious this time if she had willingly called him; the last thing he heard from her after he helped her with her mother's burial years ago was, "I don't need you or your help.". But then short-term memory seemed to be quite convenient for her mother when she wanted it to be. He could see that the girl had inherited that from her too.Maxwell had tarried long enough before going over. He could almost feel his father looking down at him with a disapproving look as he clucked his tongue."Family is everything, boy." Andre Rohan would have said,
"Figured you would want to see her," Steve replied before looking over his cubicle. "Hey, Ty, take Mr Rohan here to see our newest guest.""Yes, Mr Stanislovoski," the young man said as he dropped his coffee and put his system on "sleep" before gesturing to Maxwell "Come with me, sir.""Thanks, man," Maxwell said to Steve."Nope, you don't get to wiggle with a thank-you. You just used up the favour I owe you."Maxwell snorted a laugh as he followed the young Ty to the visitation room adjacent to the holding cells. It did not take long before she came in."She sure looked different" was the first thing that came to Maxwell's mind as Ty led her in. She looked more mature and beautiful than he had seen her in the last eight years, if a little dishevelled at the moment.After Ty left to give them privacy, she leaned forward with excitement. "Oh, brother, I am so happy to see you here. I have no idea if you would come, but I had to try. I had to make that call. Even while making it, I thoug
Susan gave him a sheepish look. "I mean, not officially yet, but we were going to. After we get to Luxembourg,. There were circumstances here that..."Maxwell had no idea how he was so sure of it, but he just knew. "It was an affair," he stated simply, and he saw her eyes flash with anger, the pitiful look gone in an instant."I met him first!" she said shrilly, then reduced her tone when she saw his raised brow "I am sorry, brother. It is just that it made me seem like the other woman. She was the other woman. He did not love her as much as he loved me! I have children with him, whereas she had nothing. Nothing at all. She doesn't make him as happy as I do. We were going to go away and have a new life, then. She trailed off. "Then you got arrested. Bit of karma there, sister, don't you think?" He said it in a droll tone that made her look up sharply at him. He knew that she had a retort on the tip of her tongue for him, but she swallowed it because she had to get what she wanted fir
Maxwell had not run around in the slums for years for nothing, and he knew that if it was a planned job that was so smooth that even the agency could find no loophole, there could only be one source that got it done. Going to the store would be a waste of his time; he would certainly come up empty. Don never left traces.If his assumption was right, that could only mean that Susan had stepped on a client's toe. A very wealthy client. Don didn't deal with any other type. His baby sister had bitten off more than she could chew, but he would find out what could be done. It would cost. Oh, yes. It would, but he had to try. If he got nowhere or if he happened to be wrong,. Then he would simply leave the rest for his overpriced lawyer to deal with, but first, he had to try.As he dialled the confidential number, he thought briefly about who could have it in for Susan, and the deceived wife came to mind, but he dismissed it. If the woman was gullible enough to be cheated on for so many years
Reyona looked around and wondered why she had let go of little pleasures like this. Going out just to be with herself and her thoughts. She had never been much of a social person. Not even in college, when her friends had been jumping from party to party. Reyona had either been buried in her books, tutoring someone, or finishing up her assignment.Her roommates had given up on her and called her hopeless after trying as much as they could to get her involved in their outings and parties. And they had left her alone after telling her she had no idea what she was missing. Reyna had not thought there was anything to miss in going out every other night, sneaking into the hostel in the wee hours, and waking up bleary-eyed to go to class the following day.No, she was sure there was nothing to miss at all. Since most of them who relish telling her just how boring her life was for a college student would still end up begging her for her notes and pointers when they were running behind,.She h
Reyona shrugged as she placed her hands around her glass without lifting the drink to her mouth. "Their music is good," she said so quietly that he had to strain his ear to catch her words.The fleeting content look that had been on her face was gone, and Maxwell was sorry for that. What he was not sorry about, though, was the fact that he had seen her hazel eyes when she had looked directly at him before arching her brow."Damn it," he thought to himself again as he wondered how a woman could affect him so much. The way she sighed earlier had been nothing but pure torture for him, as her sigh only reminded him of the rustling whisper of a well-loved body against the sheet. He wondered briefly how her alabaster skin would feel to the touch, even as he saw the faint irritation that clouded her expression when she replied to him."You must be a lover of music then," he added as he decided to turn on his charms; he had not been interested in regaling any females with it in a long while. T
Reyona saw the waiter coming from the back and whooshed out a breath of relief. She beckoned to him and asked for her bill."Don't worry, put it on my tab," Maxwell told the waiter."No, I would not..." Reyona started to protest, but the waiter had already moved on to the people calling him at another table. "Do not expect a thank you from me," she said and turned to leave.Hold… shit," Maxwell muttered as he realised that she was leaving already and had no intention to slow down. He looked at his watch at 8:55 p.m. and stood up to follow her out.She was headed towards a Phytonic Blue BMW X3, and Maxwell confirmed that he had not been wrong early. The woman sure had class. Well, he did not care about that. He just knew that if he let her go like that, he would blame himself.She whirled back a few distances from her car. "What is this? Is this how people address one another in bars these days?" she asked with a raised brow."You sounded as if you..." He raised his hands as her brows w
The midnight-eyed stranger was currently ribbed by a woman whom most wouldn't have imagined her true identity."I tend to think that your urgent business was not so urgent after all, Max." Donald cum Serena, Alias Don spoke as she leaned back against her chair. She looked relaxed in her seat—even slouchy, in fact. Yes, she was about as relaxed as a cheetah would be. Right before he pounced on a prey. She had angled her chair in a way that had her eyes on both the entrance and most of the bar."You think wrong, Don. It is about as urgent as urgent could be," Maxwell said as he looked at the shrewd-looking woman in front of him. He still hadn't gotten over the huge transformation the man he had once known had gone through.He still had no idea why, and Don had never been one to explain himself, or should he say herself, to anyone. It must have been for the illusion. Yes, Maxwell believed it would be hard for anyone to look at the sweet-faced woman in front of him and believed that she wa