Daddy and Mommy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

(flashBACKS)"Borax, we have to tell them. Sooner or later, they'll know. A-And I don't want what happened to repeat itself. Jackson was so disappointed when he—""I know," I heard Borax sigh. "I didn't mean for that to happen. But you have to understand, them knowing could put them in danger.""You told me. Nothing happened," Sandra argued."Yet," Borax said. "I had to tell you, you know that. Jackson and Zayn are a different case. Plus, you have Vance. He'll protect you. I'm not taking any chances. Not again,""But Borax, you said it yourself. They're all gone. Your brother is not coming back. He's dead.""How exactly do I explain the dream?" I peeked through the corner to look at them and cringed, leaning against the wall. Maybe I shouldn't have done that. Sandra was seated on top of the counter, and she had on Borax's shirt that looked like a dress to her. Borax was topless, and he was standing in between her legs. "You don't know how vile and cunning he is.""I know you're scared

"Hide bodies. Wipe evidence. Make people vanish. Bribery and so on," she nodded after some time. I've never felt so unsure. This isn't the reaction I was hoping for. She's just... I mean, knowing her, she probably wouldn't scream 'bloody Mary' or curse or throw a tantrum, but this is too...scary, even for me. She's too calm."I already knew all of that," and there it is. My eyes widened on their own accord."What?" Jackson exclaimed in shock. "H-How?""I have my sources," she shrugged. That doesn't sound like a good thing. Somebody else knows our past. This could backfire. "And it seems like Bastian didn't do a good job in hiding the evidence," she said, grabbing her phone. She tossed it to us after scrolling.There were photos, videos, and even reports and documents of most of the shit we did. "Angel, where did you get this?" Jackson asked her."It doesn't matter," she said."What do you mean it doesn't matter? Someone could be plotting right now. Who gave you these, bunny?""It won'

Jordan didn't question anyone when he came back to her, still crying. He continued on the journey home while we tended to her. By the time we got home, she was quiet. I grabbed her bag and phone and got out of the car. She's curled up in Michael's arms when he swiftly comes out. I turned to Jordan when he approached me, eyeing as Michael disappeared into the house. He's carrying a box of treats. "Please give this to her," he said. I eyed the different kinds of pastries and chocolate treats through the plastic cover on top of the box."I will," I said, offering a small smile, too eager to get to her. "Thank you," we exchanged goodbyes, and I took off to the house, and almost ran into someone unfamiliar. He was carrying planks. I frowned, looking him up and down. "Uh... Who are you?" he couldn't be under forty or something. Perhaps in his mid-forties or fifties, nonetheless, he's fit. His facial hair showed grey here and there. His thin lips stretched into a smile as he bent down to pl

| Michael |"None of them gets the girl," Jackson trudged into the kitchen, a devastated look on his face. Samantha frowned in confusion as he sat down on the chair next to hers."Who doesn't get the girl?" she asked him."The...the...This book I was reading," he began, and I almost groaned, knowing what was to come. First, it was the omegaverse shit, and now no one gets the girl. Where does he even get these books?" I was reading Man Down, by that new author in your company. The Mafia Book. There are two guys who were once friends but drifted apart after they both became rivals. They meet the same girl, and unknowingly, she plays both of them. In the end, they fall in love and are about to reconcile, but they die. Both of them. Like, just like that. Not even one survived to be with her. This is so sad. She is left all alone and her lovers die.""Maybe they weren't meant for each other," Samantha shrugged, taking a handful of grapes from the bowl I placed in the middle of the table. "

| Samantha |(Before, a little after the celebratory dinner)"You wanted to talk?" I asked, closing the door behind me before turning to Marct. My steps faltered when I saw Jackson seated in the office chair, Marc on his lap. He was lazily scrolling through whatever he was doing on the computer. I eyed Marct, wondering if I should carry on with this meeting when we have an audience."Don't mind me," Jackson said, flashing me an easy smile. "I'm busy with something.""Right, so there's been a few hindrances," Marct said, standing up from Jackson's lap and walking over to me. "I just had a report from my guys. Someone has been following Jackson in the last week," I fought the urge to gasp and kept a straight face, while my heart picked up. "Two people, to be exact. They're from another Mafia. The Scorpios," Marct placed his iPad right in front of me, showing a picture of a man walking across the screen, wearing all black, with a cap covering his face. Right at the back of his left hand