Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Pawn: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

STRIKERI landed this morning from Winterbourn after two years working for a good friend, Rome Langston. Then I woke up from a nap to the black sedan waiting for me. I wasn’t expecting anything when I arrived at the Vanderford estate, but what shocked me was how someone welcomed me with that stone stare of hatred that had me wondering for a second. You could have begun with, are you here for my father? That sort of thing. Sometimes, life was really shit. When you expect too much, you get less. When you were not Messi, who took home the FIFA World Cup Champion, or Ronaldo, who just became the world’s most expensive athlete, nobody gave a shit about you. For instance, London Vanderford— the heiress to the Vanderford Group. I mean, who am I? That was the first thing that came to my mind. She probably didn’t remember me. The last time we met was two years ago. Things have changed a lot since then.My smile instantly faded as I met the coldest hazel eyes I’d ever seen. I knew there were

STRIKERI woke up earlier as I tossed and turned in bed, probably the first night effect of being in a new place. Although this had been Dad’s home for decades, and I was here on his birthday and Christmas Eve.I’d been staring in the mirror. My hands were still in my tie. “Hey. You’re safe now.” The asset, London, was still hiccuping. Her fingers were digging into my gear, gripping me tightly, and I had no choice but to carry her. Despite my exhaustion, somehow, she eased it away.Linden gave me a nod as he tried to contact someone on the phone, probably our client. While Kye was in the driver’s seat, Sax checked their ammo, and the others watched our six.“Thank fuck,” Sax muttered as the hele came to view.We reached the extraction point with a hammer.“It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay,” I whispered to London. “You will be with your father in no time.”“D-don’t leave me. I don’t wanna be alone.” That was the first time I heard her talk. Her voice was shaky and laced with f

STRIKER London ignored me the entire ride. I couldn’t blame her. I mean, that asshole was disrespecting her and minding the food she wanted to eat. But I let my emotion get the best of me. And this was what scared me. On the first day, I was already screwing my job. London was perfect. She was hot. He could be supportive of his girlfriend’s goal, but instead, he wanted to control her. I was not against size 0 if that was the body size they wanted. But women, men, and other gender had the right to choose the body they like to look beautiful and confident in any size. What was wrong with people these days setting beauty standards according to what satisfied their ego by letting those women starve just to fit into society? I was not against anything. I myself maintained a healthy lifestyle. I ate healthily. I maintained fit. I jogged, ran, and went to the gym regularly, but not to gain likes or impress everyone. I did it for myself. Since their lunch was disrupted, Neke ordered t

STRIKER Days went by smoothly until the weekend. London and I were still strangers. She seemed guarded all the time, and I also kept my distance. Considering we lived under the same roof, I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t cross the line again. I couldn’t afford to break her trust. “I thought we were going as friends.” I turned to look at her, going to the non-existence backseat door. “Sorry.” She pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. “I opened the door, Vanderford.” “Sorry, okay. I didn’t also realize it doesn’t have a backseat door.” She climbed in, and I shut the door before her. She was fastening her seatbelt when I got into the driver’s seat when she said, “I like your car.” “Really?” “Yeah. It’s classic. Where did you get this?” I was glad she appreciated the classics. I loved my Aston Martin DB4. I wouldn’t change it with anything. “Dad’s gift on my 25th birthday.” “Are you a Bond fan?” “Not really, but we happened to go to a car show in the UK, and I did

STRIKER Someone roofied us. My worse nightmare just came true. That was why I didn’t sit and dine with my client and never let my guard down. I stayed focused because my client’s life depended on how I could handle a situation like this. And I should have followed my gut. There was something different in the taste of that wine that was off until it was too late. It was spiked. I could still taste it on my tongue. It instantly affected London before I realized it, and so did I. And all I could do now was pull her into me, protecting her from the worst possible scenario that arose. God forbid if something happened to her on my watch. I couldn’t forgive myself. My mind was awake, but my body fell weak first. When my call didn’t come through, I quickly typed SOS to the group, and I wasn’t sure if I had hit the send button. And now my job was over. I screwed it up—big time. And worse, London could be in danger because I let my desire get the best of me. *** I had never fel