บททั้งหมดของ Jack's Jazz...Wrong Reason; Right One: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Jack Warren stood looking down the length of the darken street. He carefully looked at his watch. He can’t believe the strange phone call he received during the early evening. His heart break when he recognized the familiar voice breaking in fear while asking him help.He immediately went into action slipping from his high security residence not wanting his highly paid bodyguards to know about his past. That side of him was only reserved for himself. He learned a long time ago not to trust the people closest to him.“Where the hell are you?”His fingers gripped the briefcase tightly knowing how dangerous it was to carry that much money around. On high alert he kept looking around. He kept for the moment a tight reign on his closed memories. He knows once he opened that door, the hurt, the fury, everything bad kept locked will be unleash.His mind briefly wanders to the girl he saw earlier. He made a note of the man and woman. They will be dealt with in a manner they will never forget

Jack Warren, self-made billionaire was not a man to be trifled with. He allows no one into his inner circle. There was only one man he trusted, he saved him from the streets and earned his respect and absolute loyalty. He looked at the sleeping boy across from him in the car. Since he found Jason in that duffle bag, not once did he leave him alone. He trusts no one around the boy. His mother has entrusted him with another one of her most valued persons. He was curious about his brother but any questions he has to wait for the answers.“Sir, we are here?”He looked up and away from the boy. The rundown building was the place he had grown up in. He patiently waited until the current owner died before buying the place. He plans on creating a park here. He wants to wipe away his past. He looked back at the sleeping boy wandering what his life was like before. The boy only admitted once that their mother told him he was his big brother and that he should live with him now. He tried to ques

“Jason,”Jazz quickly approached the boy. These last two days she noticed he kept himself apart from everyone. She was still uncertain but was acting on a gut feeling around him. If she was reading the signs correctly the boy has trust issues. She felt drawn to him almost like she should protect him. She remembers being very independent after losing her parents but there was something else going on with the boy.“Is something wrong Jazz?” he quickly sits up straight closing his school books.“No, I am just letting you know I am going out for an hour. Will you be okay?”“Yes, Jazz,”“Okay, can we have a movie night later?”“I would like that. Maybe we can ask Jack to join us.” He asked hopeful.“That’s an idea. Just so you know, I am not into romantic stories, I like scary or action packed.” She grinned when she saw she hit the right note for movie night. She hugged him again before leaving.Jason watched her, silent tears streaming down his face. He quickly looked around relief when h

Jack glared at the phone in his hand. At first, he didn’t understand why William handed it to him.“May I enter, sir?”Jack looked pointedly at his ‘man’ waiting for an answer.“Sir, your wife left it in the car when she rushed to enter.” He starts with explaining.“What do you mean?” Jack feels like hitting someone. He may have married her on contract but really no one was going to play her for a fool.“As you know I followed her to where she went. I noticed she was acting very doubtful, almost like she wasn’t certain about her actions. In front of this apartment complex she was pacing back and forth.”“That’s very curious,” Jack observed.“Indeed sir, and she seemed have an active conversation with herself,” a small smiled quickly played around his lips.“Excuse me!” Jack wasn’t certain he heard correctly.

The drums are calling, the drums are beating, the drums echoing the warning…Jack was restless and tense in his sleep. He tried opening his eyes but everything stayed dark around him.He can taste the fear in his mouth on his tongue. He tried fighting the invisible hands holding him down.“Jack don’t look,” said the voice somewhere in the darkness.“Who are you?” he tried asking but it felt like his lips are barely moving. It felt like his body was drenched in sweat.Again, he tried waking up but it seemed like he stayed trapped in the nightmare. He doesn’t know the hour of the night nor the reason but at last he managed to wake up. His first sleepy impression was the bright moonlight through the open curtains.Something caught and draw his attention, his gaze fixed on the door that stood slightly ajar. This puzzles him.“Jack,” called the voice.He starts to follow the voice. Once he reached his door, he carefully pushed it opened. The hall looked shadowy. Uncertain about what to do.