“Mr Thornhart?” The driver said, relieved as he returned his gun.But geez, she was disturbed knowing he’d had that gun there for who knows how long. Did all of Jaxon’s men always have weapons tucked in their pockets? She tried placing that thought at the back of her mind and focus on the fact Zayne was literally right there, heading toward her.What on earth?She quickly got out, scurrying to him. “Zayne. What are you doing here?”Still unknown to them, the motorcycle driver had continued on the moment he saw Zayne’s car stop. Being a werewolf from some random, unknown pack, he wasn’t stupid to commit murder in front of Alpha Thornhart.Not only would he be killed, but all of his pack and relatives.He didn't really care about the pack, but his pet dog would probably be a target too.He could easily kill Reene another day. Just not today. So he drove past, acting like some random biker. Once at an unnoticeable distance, though, he stopped to eavesdrop.“Coming to check on you,” Za
Reene wasn't surprised when the driver pulled over in front of a huge duplex. Sara had always been wealthy.Always lived in duplexes for as long as Reene could remember.She got out of the car, moving towards the house door while still very much oblivious of the bike that pulled over at a distance, watching her movement through the helmet he had on.Once in front of the door, she drew in a breath before ringing the bell.“Coming.” That tone Reene hadn't heard in four years already spoke, followed by shuffling of feet then the door opened.Sara stood in front of Reene, clad in a white robe, her black hair packed up in a bun, skin still ever so smooth. She was short. Probably 5’2, with a slightly chubby stature. The type that made her look cute.When her gaze landed on Reene, those brown eyes of hers immediately lit up. “Oh my goodness, Reene! It's you. Oh my, Lord.” “Hi Sara.” Reene greeted a little awkwardly. “Oh dear. Come in. Come in.” She quickly made way for Reene to come in,
Reene woke up the next morning to what was probably the best sleep of her life.Never had she slept so peacefully before.For a moment, while being swallowed by the softest bed ever, it felt like all that'd happened to her didn't exist.Chicago. Her parents. Nora's existence. Moving to California. Her house burning down. Jake being nowhere to be found. Every bad thing just seemed to have vanished into thin air.All that seemed to exist was the happiness luxury could offer.She even woke up the next morning to a huge grin plastered on her face.The type that made her mutter a grateful prayer.And that must speak volumes because Reene couldn't remember the last time she prayed.You know what, she might just live in the bed forever.For as long as ever, she would not mind letting the comfort swallow her whole forever.In fact, she didn't mind being buried in it.Which was when when the knock came on the door, it was the most disturbance ever.'I'm going to ignore it, this comfort was a
Zayne had his gaze focused on the work he did on the computer in front of him in his house office, when a knock came on the door.“Come in.” He said, not bothering to raise his head.Aeden sauntered in after opening the door, moving to stand in front of the desk with a small bow.“What's the status of the pack?” Zayne asked.“The rogues once again came to attack, sir, but our soldiers were there on time and successfully destroyed all five wolves without any of our men dying. Also in a way that makes their death look like a car accident to the human eyes.”Zayne nodded once, his fingers typing on the keyboards. “The company?”“The status of our stock growth seems to have doubled that of last year's sir.”"Okay." Everything seemed to be going well.That was good.“You can go.” But Aeden didn't leave. At least not yet.When Zayne noticed, he raised a brow. “Anything else?”“Huh… Actually, I just got news that…”“That?” He asked when Aeden trailed off.“Miss Clove is now living with the
Three hours had never felt so long. Especially sitting beside Jaxon. He had his focus on his phone the entire time while she (phoneless) sat there, nervously. It didn't help that no one said a word, which meant silence surrounded them the entire journey. At least that gave her time to think it all through. She was literally on her way to Jaxon's mansion. A Mafia. A billionaire Mafia's mansion. And to live there at that. What? At that point, she wasn't even sure if to say that was good or bad. For one, she was homeless and here was free accomodation. But then, they might or might not like her. What if they wanted her to join their illegal activities? Would she? Of course not. She could barely succeed in killing a cockroach, holding a gun was certainly out of the picture. So no… there was zero way she would involve herself in criminal acts. But then what if they were keen on that? What if they hated her for refusing and kicked her out? Or worse. Jaxon tells them not to
“Huh? What do you mean?” She asked, brows drawn in confusion, while he maintained the plain, emotionless look.“Do you have a place to stay?” His tone had that deep roughness only a man who just woke up could possess.In fact, he looked exactly like book characters in the morning (unrealistically still hot even after twirling and turning on the bed).His hair was all ruffled, but in a way that any lady would drool over.Then with his shirtless upper body, exposing that thickness he possessed… Okay yeah, everyone's got to admit, Mafia or not, he was hot.‘Snap out of it girl. You're here jobless and homeless yet all your senseless brain can think about is how handsome a criminal is’That shook her out of whatever world she'd dozed off to.To prevent embarrassment, she was quick to reply to his comment.“No. But-But I was thinking I could go search for a hotel to lodge or something.”“You don't have any money.” He reminded, causing her to suck in a breath just by recalling how those fir