Strong hands pulled me up and drew up the gown to cover my chest. My sight could barely focus but I knew those strong hands belonged to a man and going by his strong smell, it was safe to presume that it was Jericho's brother, the one I mistook for Jericho. I could perceive his smell."Thank you," I heard Lin say shakily as she took over. She led me away from the spotlight and I clung to her like she was my lifeline.She walked me out of the castle still holding my gown in place. My guards were waiting to have me but I was out of my mind.The humiliation I felt suddenly turned to disdain. I wasn't going to go with any fucker. I hate this whole thing and I am done.Suddenly, I pushed Lin away. She landed on the ground and groaned painfully but I did not give a damn. They plotted it all together. They humiliated me and made a mockery of me, I thought as I held the gown in place and bursted into full speed.The guards made a move to follow after me but Jericho's brother forbade them."Let

Jericho's POV For the past few hours, I’d been in the Crescent clubhouse. It was the best clubhouse here in Dallas— the very club I’d met Leia. It was Alex’s idea for us to hang out. He’d probably noticed how bad I was. I was literally losing some brain cells, Alberto, my most trusted henchman, had served me cold! It was a cruel betrayal.Harshly but steadily, I kept drinking directly from the bottle of dark rum. My vision was pure red and my system was on shut down mode. Today, Max broke the ugly news to me that Alberto, my henchman, had been the sneaky rat all this while. The fucker had been working for Herman as a spy while playing a loyal henchman for me. He was the one who’d rang Herman about my visit to America. The reality that I had been fooled and utterly betrayed by the very man I’d esteemed the most was like a death blow to my face. One that I couldn’t withstand. My emotions got the best of me and all I wanted then was to wipe out the fucker’s face from the surface of

I stared back at Leia in great shock. All that she did with Herman back in Italy flashed through my head. I grunted loudly as realization dawned on me; Leia was definitely Harman's mistress and one more thing, Herman might not have been the only snitch afterall, my wife is definitely an accomplice. I laughed hysterically as uncontrollable rage surged within me. Slowly, I marched towards Leia.All of a sudden, A bullet went off, it was very loud as if I had been shot. My head spun on impulse. Alex was right behind me. He was pointing a gun at Herman and blood was oozing out of Herman’s leg. I took note of the Jack knife Herman was holding, it was the same knife I had held down to his face. He must have tried to attack me.I pressed on while Leia charged towards me. She staggered around and seemed to be unstable but I cared less about that.My fist went off and I punched her squarely on her face. Blood spilled out of her nose, she lost equilibrium and fell hard on the floor. “Jeri

Jericho's POV, I followed Alex’s lead till we finally arrived at the basement where they had the motherfucker confined.The Rusty smell of blood met my nose as soon as I stepped in. Three of my men were stationed at different spots.I sighted Harman and I loved what I saw. He was strapped to a German chair, his face was covered in deep sores and blood blanketed his bare skin. Most parts of his skin were torn deep revealing his bones. The only short he wore was soaked with blood.“Wake him up! now!” I roared. Immediately, two of my men got into action. Seconds rolled into minutes as they continued to waterboard him yet the idiot didn’t move nor budge.My eyes darted around. Knives, axes and picannas cluttered everywhere. As I reached for a picana, my men paved the way.I plugged the picana straight to the deep cut on Herman’s neck, the idiot oscillated and jolted to life. He grunted in pain and tried to sit up but he was restricted by the chains. I set my gaze until he finally reco

I ventured in and thought the guards who followed me would do the same but no, they lagged outside and bowed. Well, I didn’t read any meaning to it, especially when I could see Jericho right in there. Although his back was against the door. I could still see the glass of wine that was wrapped in his strong veiny hands. The guards took their leave as I walked towards Jericho. I took a detailed look around as I made my way down.The room had no window. Its walls were coated with upholsters and the ground had some certain coolness that I felt in my legs as though there were ventilators. The room was just plain. Nothing special at all. Well, apart from the two cuffs that hung from an iron on the ceiling. “Jericho” I called out as I began to feel that something was amiss. It took him some time to turn around. When he did, his gaze was stone cold. He began to move toward me. There was a ferocious look on his face that I didn't understand. He strutted past me and made it towards the do