LONDON “I want to meet Giosue.” The hotel room fell silent. Pairs of eyes pinned at me, questioning my sanity. Yeah, maybe I went too far, but I needed to see the man behind my kidnapping. I watched Striker swallow hard as he came to me. Before he could convince me, I said, “Either you’re with me, or I’m doing it alone.” Dad and Moses exchanged a look. Linden opened his mouth to say something but shut it close as soon as he saw the look on my face. “Vanderford, that’s not a good idea,” Finally, Striker said something as he held my arms, rubbing them as if convincing me to give up my stupid plan. Now that Dad made amends, he’s not the target of Conti anymore. “Why is that? I wanna meet face-to-face with that man.” “What are you gonna do?” Linden asked. Dad and Moses hadn’t said a word. “I’m still scared in the dark. I want to end this. I don’t want to be afraid anymore, and if that involves facing my own kidnapper, so be it. And I deserve closure for myself.” I met Striker’s g

LONDONWe had tacos at a pretty nice tacos food cart.“Why you didn’t take me here before?” I was halfway through it and still had one on the plate. “This is really good.”“I don’t know if your father will allow you to eat something from the food cart.” He took a huge bite but ensured he wouldn’t mess up his suit— a pretty new and good gray suit. He then followed with a soda.I loved watching him eat like a soldier and didn’t care even if someone was watching him.“Don’t look at me like that, baby, or you’ll regret it later.” There you go, the hint of mischief in his smile.“How did you find this?” I ignored his warning. I was looking forward to that night, though, and what a few days more we couldn’t wait.“This is closer to Langston. Zee, you haven’t met him. He’s a Muslim. The owner of the food cart is Arab. So, he’s safe to eat meat here. We used to come together.”“Arab, but he sold Taco. This is so good.” I was already on my second. “We should do this—”“Every Tuesday?” He laugh

LONDON I just stopped by to buy coffee for Neke and me. When I got out, someone was waiting for me in my car. My first thought was to pretend I didn’t see him or find an exit so he wouldn’t notice me. But it was too late. Damn it. “Signora London.” He looked cute. He smirked—that smirked, though. Terzo was an overconfident son of a bitch. I could have set him up with Neke if I didn’t know what he did for a living. But my question was, how did he find me? “What do you want, Terzo?” I did my best to act like I wasn’t scared of him, hoping it would last until he was gone. “Is that how you treat a friend?” He didn’t move, still leaning on my car. “A friend? Since when?” I stopped a few feet away from him. “Since days ago. Did you forget that you’re under my protection now?” “How can I? How did you find me?” “Where’s Reed?” He knew I was alone. Great. Creepy. “You’re not supposed to be going out alone, Mrs. Cade. Where’s your husband?” Reed went to see his family, but Terzo didn

LONDON Terzo had no remorse. If I wasn’t there, he could have tortured Magnus to death. I flinched as he threw water at Magnus’ face to wake him up. Magnus jolted, and the chair he was tied to shook. “What the fuck?” He swallowed and found himself tied to a chair. His eyes widened as he looked at Terzo, and his face fell on me. “Did you actually kiss her with that mouth?” Terzo seemed breezy as if he’d interrogated people a thousand times. “Who’s this guy, London?” He became more frightened to see Terzo was calmer. “You should have left her alone, dude. I mean, who does that? Kidnapping your ex for money?” He chuckled. I couldn’t believe he found torturing someone fun. “Let me go, asshole.” He wiggled as he tried to let himself loose, his eyes pinning at the man beside me. Terzo tsked. “Wrong answer, dude.” When he pulled the gun behind him, it began to rattle me. “Don’t. I told you I’m not gonna be involved in this.” “Very well.” I let go a breath when he put the gun on his

LONDON“Hey, guys. It’s been a while since I last posted a short clip. As the 3rd Anniversary of LH is around the corner, I want to celebrate it by sharing these achievements and successes with all of you and those less fortunate. My husband, Cade, and I had been working on these special designs that are very close to my heart. Well, actually.” I chuckled. “My husband primarily did all the hard work since he designed them. Even before we met, he’d been active in charities, helping less fortunate kids, and he never bragged about it. Before he showed me the designs, he only asked for one thing, that all his share in the sales would proceed to his chosen charities.” I picked the sample of the bag and sneakers. “These are limited items. We called Cade Sneakers and Marguerite Bag. With your purchase, you’re already supporting. Thank you, and enjoy your day.”I watched the video I posted twelve hours ago, which had already reached half a million views.For the past weeks, life had been grea