After the call ended, Fabian just stared at his phone screen, still trying to wrap his head around what just happened—Gigi had called him. She actually called. And she wanted to see him. It was a crazy day for Fabian. He had a ton of meetings to attend because he had filed for an indefinite leave starting next week. He needed to wrap everything up before passing the responsibilities to one of his trusted men. Of course, they could still call him if anything major came up with the company. McIntosh was officially out of the picture. His plan to buy out the shareholders fell through after the fire at his own company. He got too busy fixing his own mess, which gave Fabian enough time to undo the damage. He also fired several employees who were secretly working with McIntosh. The only one he didn’t let go was Markus. Fabian leaned back in his chair, nerves starting to kick in at the thought of seeing G
Gigi just stared at the screen of the phone Roccio had given her. She didn’t know if she should follow his advice—to call Fabian and tell him she was at JD’s house. If she called him now, she was sure he’d be standing outside the door in less than an hour. She was torn between wanting to see him again and wanting to keep him safe. But will keeping your distance really protect Fabian? a voice inside her asked. Gigi knew Fabian had been searching for her. Even when she disappeared a year ago, he never stopped looking. He just couldn’t find her because she was too good at hiding. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. If she called him now, it would mean dragging him into the mess she was in. They were both being hunted by McIntosh, and being together would only make it easier for that man to find them. It would give him the upper hand. She still didn’t fully understand why that old man w
Roccio and Gigi sat across from each other, shooting daggers with their eyes. Roccio had bruises on both cheeks, while Gigi’s hair was a complete mess after he pulled it earlier. They were sitting in silence, nursing their wounds. Gigi still couldn’t believe she actually threw a punch that hard. It was her first time hitting someone, and only because she was that pissed. She wasn’t the type to lose her cool easily—but Roccio being involved in drug dealings? That crossed the line. She hated drugs with a passion. When she punched Roccio a second time, he didn’t hit her back—he just grabbed her hair and yanked it like some hysterical woman. It was such a bizarre sight—this notorious syndicate leader acting like a drama queen in a catfight. Honestly, what kind of sane man pulls a woman’s hair during a fight? So instead of panicking, everyone around them just burst into laughter. Especially since both of them had long hair—it r
Every move Roccio made was watched closely by Gigi. She and JD sat silently on the leather couch in the living room while Roccio kept glancing around, carefully inspecting JD’s house like a hawk. It was Roccio who insisted they talk inside, claiming the sun was just too hot outside. JD hadn’t said anything yet about why Roccio was there, or whether the two of them really knew each other. But in Gigi’s mind, the pieces were starting to come together. She couldn’t believe it—yet somehow, it made sense. “Why are you two so quiet? I thought you'd be happy I dropped by,” Roccio said, turning to them. He was standing near a vintage painting and began walking toward them, hands clasped behind his back. Gigi sighed deeply, stood up, and looked at JD. “Can we talk? Just the two of us?” “Oh yeah, you should. She owes you an explanation,” Roccio chimed in casually with a shrug, like he didn’t give a damn
JD quickly shook his head at Gigi’s suggestion. He knew the man too well—greedy and cunning. There was no way he’d let Gigi get involved in the negotiations between the two of them. Even though Gigi had already met the guy, JD didn’t want her anywhere near this. “I got this. Let me handle that bastard,” JD muttered, clearly annoyed. “It just pisses me off how cocky he is. He’s always got this laid-back attitude that really gets under my skin.” His brows furrowed as if a memory came back to him. He shook his head and ruffled his hair. “This guy… is he really that bad?” Gigi asked, clearly worried. “You said we needed someone just as ruthless as Arnold McIntosh. But what if he turns on us? I’m scared, JD. He’s a dangerous man. There’s a huge chance he’ll betray us, too.” She meant every word. If it were up to her, she and JD would take McIntosh down on their own. Getting help from someone equally evil didn’t sit right with h
Gigi had waited almost two weeks for JD to finally tell her who this person was that could possibly help them. No matter how much she insisted, JD kept putting it off, saying he wanted her to recover first before introducing the man he was talking about. She was excited… and a little nervous. Whoever this guy was, she could only hope he’d really be able to help. Even if it went against her instincts, she was willing to trust him—just like JD asked her to. And if things went south, well, she’d definitely blame JD for it. In the two weeks she’d been staying at JD’s house, she’d gotten to know almost everyone working there. They were all kind and took good care of her. Some even teased her for how JD always made sure she had everything she needed. But Gigi knew there was nothing romantic between them—JD only ever saw her like a sister. She also knew exactly who JD had feelings for. She was quietly watching Wella prepare their