Third Person POV After the call Raven got from furious Mr. Scott, he continued to followed Everleigh and Jackson who is having fun with themselves. He is hurting. The fact that Everleigh got mad on him, that Everleigh was hurt because of him, all is his fault. But it was never his intentions, he just wanted to let Everleigh keep up and know nothing but she is safe with him. Everleigh would put her life in their business missions and could possibly tell everything to just someone—including Jackson who is close to her. Raven does not like Jackson, he is having doubts with his personality. He hid on the huge trees and watch them from afar. Everleigh is laughing to her heart's content; laughing from Jackson's humorous stories. He is seeing them touching, getting near from each other, he could kill Jackson right now, or even interrupt them two. But he knows that Everleigh will only be mad at him. Raven does not want to boil the heated situation more. Right now, he just wanted Everl

Raven POV After what Everleigh said to me yesterday, I was in depth of the dark sea. I feel drowning from my own thoughts. Never had a chance to explain all my sides, thought, particularly, my fault to shook my head instead to nod. I wanted her to trust me, but it's me, lying is the reason of her wrath.  I shouldn't have lied, if I wanted her to trust me, I shouldn't have. Instead, I should have just tell him partially of my identity. That would be great for her to accept me bits by bits. I'm so stupid.  Currently, I'm standing on her closed door, holding the tray for her lunch. She doesn't want to come out, so I made her breakfast, and here lunch so she can eat in her room. There no maids left, so I did all what then maids are doing for her. Her laundry, her food, everything. I just instantly became her maid, just her maid. She would not even let me enter her room. Everytime I would try, she would push me away and beg for me to give

Raven POV"You know me even before?!" Everleigh shockingly asked me. "Really? When, where, how?!"I chuckled. I embraced her before kissing her neck. We just finished making love, but I'm insatiable. "Raven, tell me the story," "Hmm? What story?" I traveled my hands around her chest and face her with a smirk. Everleigh smack my hand and removed it. "Tell or else you'll never sleep here for month," My forehead creased. "What? No way,""Yes, yes way,""Alright," I fixed my position in bed. Everleigh lay her head on my chest. "Hmm, the first one is back in our grade school."~Flashback~Mom knocked on the door of my room decorated with marvel superheroes. It was my favorite. Our house is huge and we live in a village. Mom opened the door. "Honey, let's go, are you done?"I looked at the mirror and fixing the buttons of my white polo. But it is not fixed. I don't know.Mom chuckled and went towards me. "Honey, how come you kn

Raven POVEverleigh and I went to our grade school campus, I just wanted her to see where I always stand and wait for her car to pass by. And I'll never get inside my classes until I saw her—except when the bell rings or the guard tell me so."I should have glance here even just for a second to see you," Eve said before leaning his head on my shoulder.Currently, we are in her car, parked near the campus. I bought her donuts and drinks for snacks—she isn't eating. "You not hungry?" I asked.She shook her head before lifting her face.Apart from I wanted her to see outside and have a kind of little road trip date with her, this is for the shadow to distract him. He may have a his own securities at the hospital, or everywhere, so this could be a good distraction to his thoughts."Are you sure this is gonna work?" Eve asked, like this is a very dumb idea. "Isn't it too... you know, easy?"The end of my lips curved, before I eyed on her. "He is smart, he see us as his pawns and plaything

Once Mr. Hunderson woke up, he didn't speak anything. He was just roaming his eyes and looking at Mike who is always at his side. Though, Mr. Hunderson's eyes were also tearing up. Doctors and nurses came and check the old man. Everything went fast that Mr. Hunderson is responding with the question with nod and head shake. Mike rubs his hands, anticipating with what would be the result upon his father's condition. Clyde would tap his shoulder, and comfort him with a small smile. He mouthed, 'it's okay,' and Mike replied with a worried eyes. Meanwhile, Jeffrey, on his head, he's been suppressing his violent demeanor. In his mind, he is killing the old man, strangling his neck until his veins will pop on his head, and would turn his eyes into bloody red. His thoughts were cut when Vince looked at him."Your hand is bleeding," Vince said in a small sound. He took his eyes off to Jeffrey and look back to Mr. Hunderson. "Do you have something up on your sleeves? S