로그인JACKThe first thing my hand touched flew across the room.It slammed against the wall of my office and shattered, fragments scattering all over the carpet.I barely heard the sound of shattering. The only thing I could hear was the news Arthur and my men delivered to me. The news I had spent months trying to prevent and the exact nightmare that had kept me awake at night."Remember that you're no use to this situation if you act like this, Jack."Dad's voice broke the ringing in my ears, but it sounded distant.My chest violently huffed as I struggled to properly breathe. My head felt like it was splitting apart as I tried to make sense of what had happened.In broad daylight. In the middle of the goddamn street. They took my wife."Calm down."I exhaled a bitter laugh."Calm down?" I repeated, turning to look at my father sitting in one of the guest chairs. "Dad, could you tell me exactly how I'm supposed to do that..." My voice cracked. "When my wife was just fucking kidnapped?"I
"Do you even know that they would stand by the bathroom door while I take a shower, a bath, or even just when I poo and pee?" Anna vented, readjusting the colorful scarf wrapped around her head before aggressively shoving a loose strand under it.This morning, Anna asked if I could meet her by the restaurant just across the street from the building, and I didn't even bother thinking twice.I knew very well that plenty of eyes would still be watching us for Jack.Crossing one street wouldn't hurt."I can't just live in peace," she exasperated, tossing the table napkin down after wiping the corners of her mouth. She sank deeper into her chair and crossed her arms tightly over her chest.Her glare shifted toward the glass wall.Outside, detective Oligarch sat with one of his men, a mug of coffee in hand. And despite having company, he still managed to keep his eyes glued to her.Anna immediately raised her middle finger at him then dragged her chair with an unpleasant screech, turning he
"Vitamins, oranges, and uh..."Jack pointed at the groceries spread across the kitchen island one by one while his men unloaded the last paper bags from the market."I bought more fruits. The doctor said not too much sweets from now on and less greasy food, so we'll consult your nutritionist about your balanced diet." He snapped his fingers as another thought hit him. "Oh. Right. Fresh milk."I sat on the stool beside the counter, gnawing on the apple slices he personally prepared for me while watching him move around the kitchen like someone rubbed chili powder on his asshole.One week since the whole family learned about my pregnancy, everyone had been making a huge deal out of it.But out of all of them, Jack had become the most restless.My stomach barely showed a small bump, and I could already feel my body slowly gaining weight. Stress, though? I think I forgot what that felt like the moment Jack decided to carry all of it himself."You know Ken and Jun are always around the hou
The sound of the beeping monitor came to my senses first, then the familiar smell of a hospital followed right after.I slowly opened my eyes, feeling like I had just woken up from the longest sleep after surviving an exhausting day.White walls greeted me first, but not just that. A face. That very face I always woke up to.His palm rested against my cheek, thumb brushing dearly against my skin like he needed to make sure I was really awake. He stared at me like he had almost lost me.But the second our eyes met, those ocean eyes smiled before his lips even could."Hey," he greeted softly, dipping his head to press a kiss against my forehead. "How are you feeling?""Surprisingly refreshed?" I answered uncertainly, letting out a small chortle. "What happened?""Aunt Helen said you suddenly looked dizzy, then you lost consciousness," he explained in a hushed tone, his thumb still tracing the line of my cheek. "You scared the shit out of me, baby."My hand flew to my forehead with a gro
“You seem very happy with him.”The whole ten minutes of silence finally broke when Mom noticed where I was looking.Jack was across the garden, having a quiet conversation with Dad like they were old friends.Well... they were.“I am,” I replied curtly, still caught in the trance of watching him before my gaze drifted toward the rows of potted flowers lining the pathway. “He’s been very caring lately. Clingy too. He’s like... a magnet,” I chuckled under my breath.My thumb brushed over the cold ring wrapped around my finger.Back then, whenever Helen Watson asked me about my relationship with Jack, I’d fidget, lose my train of thought, sweat through my palms.But right now, I felt... comfortable.And even though this visit was sudden, I loved that Jack brought me here without warning.The last time I saw Mom was at the hospital. She’d improved so much compared to the last time I looked into her eyes.Months ago, she looked like she was barely surviving. Now she looked... lighter and
I sat there on the couch with my palm propped under my chin, staring at Jack as he filled me in on everything I missed—everything about going after Douglas.He told me they were close. So close to cornering him that every piece of evidence was already spread across the table. All they had left to do was find the man behind every filthy thing tied to those crimes.Jack and Uncle Nolan's influence in business had pulled this whole thing into something much bigger than a simple hunt.It wasn't just personal anymore. It was becoming a state concern.But for me... I didn't even know when I stopped listening to his endless talk about cases, suspects, and investigations. All I knew was that I got distracted staring at him like he was my favorite scenery.Well... he always had been."And would you mind telling me what you said to Anna?" he suddenly asked, frowning slightly as he closed his laptop. "Why were you both grinning at each other like you were close?"He rubbed a hand over his face,
He moaned between our kisses as he answered each one feverishly, returning my starving kisses with a devouring one.His hands—hands that had been kept away from me for too long—were now holding me tightly, pulling me closer like being body-to-body still wasn’t enough.I gasped when he tore away fro
Jack made it downstairs in six seconds.His hair was bouncing over his head as he hopped the last two steps, the sleeves of his shirt unevenly rolled, his tie hanging around his neck like he put it on while flying down the stairs.“Uhn! Fuck!” he hissed when his pinky toe slammed into the stair cor
I pulled away, pushing him in the chest, but he only hauled me tighter.“Let go of me,” I muttered, trying to put whatever distance I could between us.“Why?” he breathed, his palm rested flat and claiming on my back. “Isn’t this what you asked for? For me to make love to you? I’m going to give it
“You’re going somewhere?” he asked, following me to the kitchen. I was reaching for a glass when he was already offering me a cup of coffee. “I made some. It’s still hot.”I bit the inside of my cheek before taking it from him. He passed it carefully, his gaze glued to my injured hand.“Does it hur







