Fallon"Old Barry is dead."I woke up to that news. It surprised me how quickly Jaguar took action. Now, the mansion is busy preparing for his funeral. It wasn't a surprise to them that I didn't participate much, since we didn't end on a good note, but I did put some effort into looking for a black outfit. Two solemn days later, it was Old Barry's funeral.Jett was deadpan the past few days, probably in shock at what had transpired a little while after they dropped him off at the club. While I tried my best to look mournful.Nonetheless, there was one topic that piqued my interest for the past two days. It was an interesting rumor. Old Barry's daughter, Natalia Rodriguez, would be coming here for the funeral. It was a name that was never mentioned ever since I came to the mansion. When I asked Linda about her, she explained that Natalia was around Jett's age and was his close childhood friend.When asked about the reason for her disappearance for the past few months, Linda excused her

FallonNatalia wore a pained expression as she talked about her old man. I somehow sympathize with her, remembering the days I realized my parents were totally... gone. We were similar in that aspect—just two lost kids who were left by their parents. But our coping mechanism is far different from each other.Natalia openly talks about her emotions. I keep it inside and wait until it dissolves. The problem is, it doesn't dissolve and I know, one day I will explode. So, all I have to do is avoid confronting my emotions again to avoid myself from self-destructing.Natalia sobbed quietly. I let my empathy surface as I consoled the grieving girl."I know you can heal from this in due time. Sometimes, we don't want to heal because that pain is the last strongest link we have to what we've lost... I hope you still choose to heal so you don't ruin yourself. Your old man wouldn't want that."She looked up at me and sincerely smiled. "Thank you, madam. I will," she said with earnest.I returned

JaguarA smirk played on her lips as she lunged at me. I avoided the kick but I'm pretty sure it was heavier than it looks. She's petite and skinny, but I should do better than judge a fighter by how they look. Especially when she's so emotionally driven after she found out I'm her father's killer. I saw the power and strength that contained that kick and if I received that, I would be dead on the spot. She must be a close aide of Jett Rios if she's this physically capable. I was on the defensive for the first few seconds, trying hard to deflect or avoid her heavy and calculated attacks. She's mastered Muay Thai and Krav Maga since it's evident in her style, which is difficult to win against. Add the handgun that she's gripping tightly and sometimes using to strengthen her punches. I jumped and ran to the ruined couch for cover when she rained down bullets from her gun. I glanced at Fox who was quietly trying to lift his wheelchair. Our eyes met and he signaled at his wheelchair, im

FallonI worked on keeping my expression blank, like a fresh slate. Like I was not looking at the bloody sight of the man I've always revered and... loved. He raised his gaze to stare at Jett and I saw blood trickle from his forehead to his chin, going through the side of his eyes like he was crying crimson tears.But I knew he was far from tearing up. I was proven correct when I saw the side of his lips curl up to a smirk. A condescending and mocking smirk that I was sure threw my husband off. Jett sent a harsh blow as he released his grip on Jaguar's chin, sending him to the wall. I could feel the vibration when his skull met the cobbled wall and I couldn't help but show my wince.I doubt Jaguar will survive another one of those. So I tried interrupting."Jett," I called him. "Isn't that a little too rough?"Jaguar's eyes went to me. Our eyes briefly met but I quickly averted them to look at Jett's back. I couldn't see what expression he wore but I doubt it's a pleasant one."If you

FallonIt had been four days after Jaguar came to the mansion. Four eerily uneventful days passed and I still couldn't find the right time to have a word or two with him. The reason why is because my husband has never left my side for no more than five minutes.He changed so much since that night and I wonder if it's because he genuinely likes me or because he's keeping his eye on me, warily, watching my every move should I do something to the mafia. The latter is highly likely. I've realized now that Jett is difficult to understand. Nobody can know his entire personality. Unless they've known each other since they were babies and the only person like that here is currently unconscious and is still fighting for her life—Natalia.Her condition is still critical even after four days. They said she was almost done with those high-caliber machine guns that I assume were Fox's and that had she been treated any later than a few seconds, she wouldn't have made it. Needless to say, the mafia