"I'm sorry okay.... I'm sorry. I'm doing all I can but I can't fine him... I don't know where they took h-him...." Jonathan's voice broke at the end. It's been 2 days and they still didn't get any lead about Aiden's whereabouts.
He crouched down and picked Shaggy in his hands. The dog started barking at his face. Jonathan knew he was angry.
"You have every right to be angry at me, it's me because of whom he is in danger. It's always me...." he sat down on the couch with a very angry Shaggy in his lap.
"But believe m-me I never wanted that..... I never did.... I always tried to protect him. For a very long time I did it because I thought to hurt him when he'll completely trust me, but I never was able to do that. Now I know why it pained me so much whenever I hurt him............ I really Love him Shag..... I can't..... I can't live without him. I-I didn't even get to tell him how much I love him....... he probably would hate me more after this.
"Let him go Hunt. He didn't do anything. You got problems with me deal with me. Let him go." Jonathan sounded more oppressed than angry."Oh, come one Jonny don't make a fool of yourself. I heard of you as a cold-hearted person and I'd like to keep my opinion that way." Andrew said while chuckling."What do you want Andrew?" Jim said pulling Jonathan back."Just a peaceful dinner with my family. Shall we?""And what makes you think I'll do that?""Oh, you will, because Victor is still inside." Andrew said pointing at the room."Shall we?" Jonathan and Jim felt so helpless. Andrew did have an upper hand over here. He was having his full hand over Aiden and they can't take that lightly. Not with Aiden's life on the line.They left the room with Andrew. Jonathan's eyes were still on the glass of window. He was walking backward.He wanted to kill all of them and take Aiden with him an
"Mike...?" Jim whisper yelled. "I'm all set Jim." Michael replied through the earpiece. "Let's go then." Jim said and on his command the group of assassins walked forward in two groups. As they went inside, they saw guards walking around the centre of the mansion, Andrew's room. Jim jumped into the dark hallway and before the guard turned, he hid himself with the shadow of the wall. He made himself so thin that one can hardly differentiate his figure from wall. He seemed the part of the wall. With his two fingers he gestured the others to keep walking along the shadows. The black and yellow striped hallway due to the presence and absence of light was quite advantageous for them. The presence of shadow is like a home to a shadow walker. "On the count of 3" Jim said and counted till three and a loud roar of gun shots echoed. One’s silent hall was now booming with bullet shouting. "I wa
"Wake up...." a splash of water hit his face. He jolted awake and looked at the one who did it. "Wakie wakie Mr Brown." Jonathan bent to get on his level. Vincent jerked his face back to get away from the dark, terrifying eyes of ravenette. "Awww are you scared Mr Brown?" Jonathan said pouting. "Peease...." He said trying to get his jaw out of younger's hold. "Are you saying something? Wait let me hear your properly." Jonathan said and pulled the tape off of other's mouth who screamed in return. "Now what were you saying?" Jonathan said voice cold and face void of any emotion. He looks like he is made of stone who don't even get affected by the deadly screams of other person. "Please end this..... Kill me...." Vincent said. Jonathan looked at the chair infront of Vincent . His corpse was decomposing and the smell was unable to bear. Once good-looking face of Victor was now destroyed by
"Who are you?" For a second Jonathan felt like air getting snatched from his lungs. He felt his chest getting tight. For a second, he forgot to breathe. "Do i know you?" Aiden's voice pulled him out of his thoughts and smashed the reality on his face. "I-i..... I'm y-your.... I'm..... J-Jon-Jonathan." Jonathan didn't knew how to introduce himself, how should he tell Aiden who is he to him. His tormentor? His kidnapper? Or someone who love him? He was out of words. "P-please go before my father come back..... i-if he saw you here h-he might hurt y-you also. H-he don't l-like the p-presence of any other m-male in his absence." Aiden said. He was not at all sure of his surroundings and Jonathan! Well, he was feeling like someone stabbed his heart. Jonathan felt an unknown pain and boiling anger. Aiden was so traumatized that even when he forgot everything he was still under the influence of his father's torment.
"Tears looks terrible on you. Don't cry." "Tears looks terrible on you. Don't cry." "Tears looks terrible on you. Don't cry." "Tears looks terrible on you. Don't cry." It was the only thing that was in Jonathan's mind. He was happy. Aiden complimented him, yes, he considers it as his complement. The drive back to home was silent but he was enjoying it. It was like Aiden was with him. For him it was just him and Aiden, whole another world seemed to stopped. "What is it?" Jackson pulled him out of his imaginative world. "Huh?" Jonathan said clearly not known about the question. "Are you watching this Zack, the great Jeon Jonathan is smiling. That’s new for me." "That's what we call love. It changes people." Zack said while tapping Jonathan's shoulder. "Okay enough of your Love Guru thing." Jonathan said clearly blushing out of embarrassment. It was not a daily thing that
"What happened? Where is he?" Jonathan said as soon as he entered the ICU. "He is okay. Stable now. Erica said he is sleeping. She gave him a sedative to calm his mind." Jim answered. "Did you get anything?" Jim said as Jonathan sat on the bench in front of ICU. "Yes" a single line reply with a worry lingering in his eyes. "Who is she?" "His sister." "What?" "Victor is his brother. Victor Brown. He has a sister. Venessa Brown. Aiden must have known about her." "WHAT? HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN THIS?" Jim said. "Sit down. Don't make a scene here." "Answer the damn question." "Since we killed him. I heard both father-son talking when you went to talk to Andrew in private." "Why didn't you tell me?" "You never gave me a chance." "Did you find her?" Jim don't know how to process it. Even just the thought of what Aiden would have felt made a shiver run down his spine.
After Maria took care of Venessa and Aiden was all set, Jonathan went back to his room. He is tired. Ever since Aiden was kidnapped, he didn't get any rest, neither his eating schedule is healthy. He stated to skip meals, no doubt he seemed weak. Lack of sleep and food and increased stress left a markable effect on him. He was beyond the rest limit and his body is slowly giving up. He just dropped to the bed in the hope of some sleep. He laid down and closed his eyes for the sleep to engulf him. But it didn't seem to happen as all the recent events started revolving in his mind. Aiden!! Venessa!! Andrew!! Victor!! All of them and just few days. He flipped on his side and with his one arm under his head he seems to rethink about him and Aiden. Was he doing right? After all he did to him, was he right to ask for forgiveness? Does he really deserve to be forgiven? Maybe yes. Maybe if Aiden can see this by his point of view, maybe just may
"Why Venessa. She didn't do anything. She was born by your will. She was not a mistake still? Why?" Aiden asked as he himself is confused. "Are you done?" Vincent asked despite the uneasy feeling inside him. Aiden's eyes winded as he saw that Vincent was not even affected by his words. "Done? What are we, toys? A game for you to play and then throw us out. A cloth you use to clean your dark soul?" Aiden shouted. "Addie that's enough. Go upstairs. I'll handle this." Jonathan said as he tried to hold him. "Leave me. You are no better than him. Just few loving words don't change the real you." Aiden said and Jonathan's hand left his body. "Tell me dad. Why did it have to be us? You should be the one who should struggle why us?" Aiden said again. "Listen kid. I don't want to see you. Just go so that he can end this and every one of you can live at peace." Vincent said it casually but deep down he is also tired. Tired of listening that how