All Jaxon had planned on doing was go on a walk. He certainly hadn't expected to see Zayne walking in the distance. Worse of all, he had to have someone in his arms. And with that straight hair and beautiful posture, Jaxon didn't need anyone to tell him it was Reene. What on earth? Why was Reene with Zayne? What the heck were they doing together? And why did Zayne have his arms wrapped around her so intimately with her head on his chest? Oh fuck that. He figured the sight filled him with fury. Could it mean Zayne was actually fulfilling his words and actually getting Reene? No way. No way was Jaxon going to stand by and watch that happen. He wanted Reene and he was going to get her no matter what. Owen, who was beside him, acted like the professional man he was known to be and just trailed silently with Jaxon as he followed the two. Annoyingly though, he lost them. Shoot. “Find where they are.” He ordered and Owen was quick to comply after a nod, sauntering off. With hi
Reene finished the second bottle, her head pounding louder than her heart. Was this how alcohol always made her feel? That wasn't how she recalled it? She used to be known as a good drinker. But geez, these two bottles seemed to be drifting her from the normal world. Was it because she hadn't drunk one in a long time? Did her body somehow forget its resistance to large amount of alcohol? Was that even possible? To worsen things for her, Zayne looked totally alright. Like, normal. No one would assume he'd taken two bottles. But here she sat, slumped in the chair and feeling a barf threaten to spill out of her throat. That would be terrible. Vomiting at the moment would be totally embarrassing. Especially with Zayne around. She needed to hold on to her marbles. Maybe she should start by not drinking further. Because one thing was for sure, if she took any more, she'd probably be acting more stupid than Patrick Star from the SpongeBob cartoon. No, the drinking had to s
Okay, obviously it wasn't smart to take Zayne along with her. But gosh, what on earth could she have done? It was either take him along or have to face both him and Jaxon. And that had to, by far, be the worst thing ever. What she'd rather prefer not to face. It was one thing to have two men for some reason, chasing after you. It was another to have both of them with you at the same time. Geez. Now though, she needed to figure out how to escape Zayne. “Why are you here?” Her hands flew to her hips. “Are you stalking me?” “What? Of course not.” He made it sound like she was stupid for saying that. But she knew she wasn't. How was it possible for him to randomly appear there the same time she did. It didn't make sense. “Why should I believe you?” “You can think whatever you want, I don't really care.” His shoulders lifted in a shrug. “What do you think Jaxon is doing here?" "Don't you think I should ask you the same question?" She huffed. "You had better not be stalking m
Nika walked into his house office, worry etched in her expression. “Two found dead, Zayne. Two!” She ran a hand through her hair, tears trembling at the brim of her lashes. Aeden, who was standing beside Zayne's desk, furrowed his brows at the sight, but said nothing. “I know, you don't need to remind me. That's what I have Aeden for.” Zayne replied sharply, trying to conceal his own frustration at the thought of two engineers found dead in a park. Those two were his men, and with the signature sign, he knew it had to be the rogue leader. “Well what else do I do, huh?” She huffed. “Because it doesn't seem to me like you're doing anything to solve this. He's killed over ten men already, yet you sit here useless.” His fist clenched. “I'm not doing anything?” He spoke in a low but sharp tone. “Do you think it's easy to find a man who has stayed hidden for as long as we know? All I can do is kill his men, but what will that do when literally everyone who leaves their packs head st
Another Saturday, which meant a day without needing to spend almost fifteen hours at the store. What other way could she spend it than dressed in Jake's shirt (which was like a gown for her) and watch TV, eating out of the dinner made by her roommate. “Don't tell me you sat in front of TV all day while dressed in my shirt and eating from my food.” Jake asked, walking out of the bathroom in his underwear. “I don't need to tell you, you already saw it for yourself.” She replied in between taking another spoonful of dinner. Without needing to turn, she could already see her friend's head shake. “At this rate, I actually fear if I'm going to end up as much of a nerd as you.” He moved to his still unpacked bag, retrieving a blue shirt and dark green trousers which he put on. “I'm not a nerd.” “Then what is?” His sigh filled her ears. “You need to go out once in a while. Exercise your body.” "Exercise?" She huffed, turning to him. "Mister, it seems you've forgotten what I do for a
Reene groaned as her house door came to view. Finally. Walking back had felt like an unending journey, especially with how tired her legs were from how she slept all night. Thinking of the fact she still had to get to work was even more tiring. What she'd prefer at the moment was a nice shower and long hours in bed, snoring till the sun set. Certainly not to have a quick bath then leave home again to spoiled teenagers. A tired sigh left her as she opened the door, closing it behind her once she was in. With slouched body, her feet dragged her to the parlor. “Look who's just walking in.” Jake's voice startled her to turn to where he sat on one of her chairs, arms crossed over his chest. “Where were you all night?” It was obvious he had a long speech prepared on why she shouldn't be coming late, and truthfully, she was too tired for that. So, her body took to collapsing on the couch. “It's a long story.” “I'm listening.” “You know, I think I miss when you weren't talking t