All Chapters of BLOOD AND DEVOTION : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

JUSTIN: “It's not a traceable line, maybe it was made from a burner phone or something” I shut my laptop and fold my arms. “They has to be something that can at least track the phone” Isabella sighs, “Miguel?” “As much as I hate to agree with Warren, it's true. We've been at it for three days now and nothing, are sure you heard a voice?” She gives him a stern look, “don't piss me off Miguel, I am seriously not in the mood” she looks around and sits down, “and Montez?” “Still sedated, still locked up…they've been routine checks from time to time, don't worry” “Good,” she hands him a flash drive, “those are the new shipment lines, since the others were intercepted. Make sure you check them out and they're secure before anything leaves this warehouse, information there can make it break this cartel” he keeps it in his pocket, mentally I register his pants so I can get them later. “Yes ma'am” Miguel says and looks between us, as if noticing tension, “what's up with you two?”I st

JUSTIN: I stare out the moving train, music blasting through my headphones..I grip the pamphlet tightly remembering Isabella’s words to me before she gave me a forced vacation…now I'm on my way to see the other woman who'll forever have my heart..my sister. I haven't seen her since our brother died, she called for weeks but I couldn't reply, guilt, shame, anger, revenge were constantly in my thoughts…I didn't want to shift it to her, so I stayed away. I grab my bags from the trunk and walk briskly to her house, taking a deep breath in..I knock praying she answers. Slowly the door opens, I see a little girl giggling, her eyes wide with excitement, she jumps on my leg and I carry her, “you've grown Mills”She giggles, “yes Uncle Justin” she laughs and I smile. “Where's your mum?” “Making pastries,” I pick my bag up and walk into her house, everything still the same, her house had this welcoming tone I had missed so much. “Milly, who was..” she stops in her tracks, “Justin?” She b

JUSTIN: I stared outside my window for what like hours, just hearing the birds sing brought an unusual calm to my chest. It's been ages since I felt like this way, since I wasn't always on my guard or even thought about….her. My door squeaks open and I see Nia dress up up with Milly on her hip, “hello brother”I sit up, “you're up early” I chuckle. “It's past eleven Justin,” she chuckles, “wanna go grocery shopping?” “And alert everyone that I'm in town? Yea hell no” I cross my hands.She laughs, “I don't think anyone would remember you, everyone's either moved away or…dead. Come on, I can't watch Milly and drive” she pleads.I grunt, “I'll be down in ten minutes” “Yessss! Hurry up okay..I got loads of errands today” she smiles and leaves.**************I remember this store like the back of my hand, me, Nia and Lucas would run around while my parents shop for groceries. We always loved grocery shopping, it was the only way we could get away with picking anything we wanted wi

JUSTIN: “Are you okay?” My heart racing, “you…who…who is that?” “Yea…I'm fine” she pushes me off her, “what are you doing here Warren?” “My job and you're welcome” anger already building inside of me, “what the fuck…” She sighs and looks over to the dead body, “fuck! You shouldn't have done that, you've put me in so much shit now” she groans and face palms. “Well what was I supposed to do? He drew a gun at you…” “You weren't even supposed to be here! I can handle myself, I told you this!” her eyes widened with anger and a hint of fear.I step back, chuckling sarcastically, “are you being serious right now?” “Am I being…? Do you know what you have just done? You have just killed the son of one of the biggest shipments company in the whole of Europe, we're done for” “That's Liam Santiago?”She faces me, her eyes glimmering with anger, “yes smart pants,” she brings out her phone, “Miguel, I need a clean up team, hurry.” She cuts the line. “I'm sorry I didn't know, okay? I was a

JUSTIN: “Need any help?” I lean on the wall as I watch Isabella try to flip a pancake in a pan, a small smirk crosses my lips. “I'm fine” she grunts, “fuck!”she breathes out. “So stubborn..” I walk to her side and flip the pancake, “wanna tell me why you're so…edgy this morning?”She scoffs and switches off the gas, “wanna tell me why you're so all up in my business?” “Touche” I smirk, “where are all the chefs? The house is kinda empty”She sips her coffee, “on break, every year I give them at least two days off, dreadful for me…amazing for them” I fold my arms, “wow, you do have a beating heart, I would have never guessed” I laugh. “You are not funny Warren” she smiles but it quickly disappears and she stands up straight, tension on her shoulders, “i have a meeting today with the um…the Table”My back stiffens, “what?”“Yep” she drops her cup and sighs loudly, “it's in an hour. So gear up, it's going to be a long day” “I…I caused this, didn't I?” “Ye…” “Of course you did, y