LOGINWhat Jay didn't know that the moment Elijah entered inside the car his whole demanor changed to a cold person who only smiled at Jason who was sleeping. But his eyes were warm and has something in his eyes which showcased that he now has relief. None of his employees know that why he is like this bute there is only one thing which can tell that his Elijah has found what he was looking for.
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Jay. POV.
After Elijah and Jason left I brought Mick to the kitchen with me and started making evening snacks for him with me still carrying him in my arms. Honestly he doesn't weigh much so that's why I care more about his nutrition. I made some veggie wraps even though their shape was not up to the mark but it worked. I also made warm chocolate milk shake for both of us and then I brought it to the lobby where we are and watched the favourite cartoon movie of Mick together.
I had already called my bakery about my urgent leave so Jenny will take care of the work for today.
I also took Mick out with me outside on a bike to a tech shop where I also bought a good quality tracker for Mick. It was a tracker inside a panda keychain which can be attached to his school bag. I also ordered a tracker which can be place inside a small platinum band anklet which can be worn on the ankle and it will not be much obvious as if a kidnapper tried to go for Mick he will not have much time to think about looking at his ankle .
After that we both reached to my parents house who were home by now. When Mick saw my family he ran towards them and started talking about his school and my encounter with the kidnapper in his own language which made my family confused and worried.
My sister in law took Mick to his room and then I talked with my family regarding the kidnapping incident. My family was worried for my safety and was also happy that I saved the kid. I also smiled because it is very rare where your defense skills come into force and it can actually save someone. Now I think that all those martial arts skills and gym didn't go to waste and my muscular body is of some use.
Then I told my parents about the tracker . I have some knowledge about the computer and hacking so I also added my family phone number in the tracker with which they will also be able to track Mick easily. Then my brother Ray said
"Should we hire some Bodyguards?"
"I don't need as I can protect myself one but we should hire some for our family. One for each member of our family and two gir Mick . I don't know who those people are who targetted Jason but they can come after me as I ruined their plan which can ultimately lead them to come after you guys also. It is better be safe than sorry and I think we should do it as our business rivals can also take advantage of it. "
My whole family agreed on this and my brother quickly ordered few bodyguards from his friend's Bodyguards organisation which mainly consists of retired or injured army officers with minor disabilities.
After all this was done I was finally relieved. Then my brother went to talk to Julia about the whole scenario. Me and my mother went to kitchen to cook dinner and my father went to the office to do some company work. I like someone to cook with as it brings people together.
After the dinner was ready Ray set the dinner on the dinning table and Julia brought Mick for the dinner and together we had dinner. Today all the food was Mick's favourite as we want him to not remember that incident and think happily. I also gave him an Icecream which I had already brought for him.
After the dinner Julia cleaned the dishes and my father cleaned the dining table and after that I hugged my parents bye and went to my own house. The cleaning services usually come at my house at 10:30 am and leave by 12:30 pm. I have installed monitoring system in my house and basically there is nothing in my house to rob as I don't keep my valuables in my house. There might be some information about my bakery in my laptop but I don't they they will need it as it is all about new recipes and new location ideas for my bakery and also new ideas to be applied to attract more customers. I usually check the monitory before entering my house. And I repeated the same routine and went to sleep naked without any worries because I know that I can fight them off.
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Unknown . POV.
Finally today I found him. I am so happy that I want to shout. He is still the same Innocent and brave. I can never forget him. I can recognise him at a glance. I want to go to him and make him mine but I need to take baby steps as it will scare him off. Earlier I wanted to be ther hero in the kidnapping but I never thought he will be so strong than ever before . I need to strengthen my security so that when I will face him and wants him to be mine he can't back off.
For now I will just silently observe him and if anyone will come close to him I will finish him.
Firstly our plan was to kidnap his nephew but that goddamn driver made us kidnap the wrong kid and now I know that he is more cautious. But that is what I like about him because he is careful and it will be fun to play with him.
The early morning filtered through the blinds, casting stripes of pale gold across the room. Jay was the first to stir, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he snuggled deeper into the warmth beside him. He knew that it was still very early so he snuggled more into his lover. Elijah's arm was draped over him, his hand resting gently on his waist, and he felt the steady rhythm of his breathing against his back. It was a comfort he had come to know intimately, a quiet reassurance that this was real, that they were finally here, together.He shifted slightly, just enough to turn his head and look at him. His face, softened by sleep, was serene. A stray lock of dark hair had fallen across his forehead, and Jay resisted the urge to brush it back. This was their new normal—waking up in each other's arms, the world outside waiting, but for a few stolen moments, just the two of them existing in this shared peace.A tiny smile played on Jay's lips. It had been a long road, filled with unspoken fee
Peter. POV.It's been 3 months since I have seen Avery and my father Michael and truthfully these are the most comfortable days I have lived since I have been born. Now I have the whole house to myself. My father is busy appeasing his Avery and finding the dead guy who turned his Avery. Looking at him being frantic and hurt is the best scene for me. I visited the basement where my father beat me and killed my mother. Now it is spotless but the feeling of coldness is still there. I sat down on the cold floor where my mom died and laid down in the position I was when I was being beaten and saw my mother's dead body smiling and looking at me. Her face is covered with blood and eyes full black but this time I managed to hold her hands and his inside her embrace trying to feel the non existent warmth. I don't know when but I feel asleep . I got up and saw my father standing in front of me with hatred on his face. He slapped my face hard and started punching and kicking me. I curled my bo
After one year on intense therapy and training he was finally able to join the school of the murderer and was sent to school by his mother's murderer. He didn't want to come but he wanted to see Jay who has not seen him for months. Jay came to look for him in the hospital few times but all those times he was accompanied by that Elijah. H wanted to push Elijah away and take his side but due to his injuries he was not able to speak to them. Now he is blind in one eye and deaf in one ear. He has got multiple brain surgeries to remove the clots in his head but still it is not able to overcome the pain of not seeing Jay. He don't know but after being beaten by his father he don't miss his mother but is incredibly attracted towards Jay. He earlier liked Jay but not to the point of obsession and he don't know what is happening to him. He was taken by his father to the Principle's office and his father told him to wait inside and then went inside. The office only had Ms Avery. Peter slouc
The air in the cavernous warehouse was thick with the scent of stale beer, sweat, and something acrid that burned the back of Elijah’s throat. A single, exposed bulb hung precariously over the center of the room, illuminating a makeshift boxing ring constructed from salvaged lumber and heavy-duty ropes. The crowd, a motley collection of gamblers, thrill-seekers, and hardened locals, pressed in around the ring, their faces a blur of anticipation and shadow.Elijah stood in his corner, his trainer’s hands wrapping his knuckles with practiced speed. The tape felt like a second skin, a comforting armor against the brutality he knew was coming. His opponent, a man known only as “The Wrecking Ball,” was a hulking mass of muscle, his scarred face a testament to countless past battles. The Wrecking Ball pounded his gloves together, the sound like a drumbeat of intimidation.“Remember the plan, Eli,” his trainer, a wiry man named Leo, whispered. “Don’t get tangled up with him. He’s all power.
Peter's father Michael rushed Peter to the hospital only after his anger calmed down. He used his influence and asked his guards to burry his wife Miley's body somewhere. He removed all the traces which could lead police back to him and due to his personal of a doting father nobody questioned him. He said Peter was kidnapped and the kidnappers did this. He created evidences and witnesses which showcases as if some people who Peter bullied before has taken revenge . When Peter was rushed to the hospital in a coma, his life now suspended in a fragile, uncertain state.He was covered in blood. The doctor could see the whipping marks and old wounds on his body and it didn't look like he was the bully. Doctors knew it that Peter was a victim but after looking at Michael's broken knuckles and the bodyguards behind him they choose to stay silent just like the police who turned a blind eye to the link of Peter's obvious condition to his father. He also made others believe that his wife is mi
Peter's eyes, narrowed with a familiar bitterness, tracked Jay and Elijah across the busy schoolyard. The sun was bright, almost mocking the dark cloud that seemed to perpetually hang over him. He leaned against the brick wall, feeling the rough texture dig into his back, a faint echo of the discomfort that churned inside him.Jay, the kind boy, was a burst of easy laughter and open gestures. He moved with a natural grace, always surrounded by a small orbit of students drawn to his warmth. He genuinely cared, Peter knew that much. He'd seen Jay help a struggling freshman with a dropped armload of books, offer a forgotten lunch to a classmate, or patiently explain a difficult math problem. Jay's kindness was an unshakeable force, and it irritated Peter precisely because it was so genuine.Elijah, the silent boy, was a different kind of enigma. He rarely spoke, his presence more observed than heard. His eyes, though, held a quiet intensity, a steady gaze that seemed to miss nothing. And







