Chapter 81

JOVAN’S POVWe showered separately, got dressed separately and came downstairs to join Marcus who was on his laptop.The guards who I passed by were clearly gossiping about Lorenzo and I because as soon as they saw me, they stopped talking.Prior to going upstairs, Lorenzo had asked Marcus to order breakfast. Normally, I'd cook but I was not in the mood to dice onions.“Who wants a sandwich?” Marcus dropped into his chair, pulled a plate toward him. “We have sandwiches, tacos and eggs, ohhh,” he opened the next order. “We have rice, plantains, I think I'll have these.”Lorenzo snatched the plate that had rice and plantains in it. “This is mine, you guys can have the sandwich.”We'd skipped dinner last night so he was hungry which is why he'd ordered a heavy meal for breakfast.Marcus and I settled for a cup of hot chocolate with two sandwiches each."We should get a proper chef," he said, not looking up. "Someone in-house. This ordering every day is going to get old."I looked up, cup

Chapter 82

JOVAN'S POV“Good,” Marcus smiled like a proud father. “I want you to channel every emotion you're feeling now.” He came forward, helping me adjust my stance.“When you punch, punch with all your might. In that moment, he's no longer that sweet boy you once knew, he's a cold blooded killer.”He came again before I'd fully reset — which was the point, I understood that, the point was that nobody waited for you — and I caught the first two but the third, a short uppercut I hadn't tracked, snapped my head back and I tasted copper properly this time."Stop leading with your face," Marcus said, giving me a hand and I got up. “You're going to get yourself killed if you keep this up.”Thanks Captain obviously, how about a crown for that head if yours. The pep talk wasn't working, neither were my emotions."Helpful," I exhaled. "Really helpful.""Both hands up. The right hand does not come down when you throw left. Every single time you do that I will make you pay for it.""Every single time

Chapter 83

JOVANI'S POV“Where the fuck is it?!” I yelled, pulling open all the drawers but there were nowhere to be found.The bottle wasn't in my desk drawer.I ripped through the contents, flinging the papers, the penholder fell off the desk, clattering to the floor.“Arggh,” I staggered backwards, the pain shot through my body causing an immediate ache in my legs like I was being struck repeatedly.The OxyContin was gone, adderall too. Both bottles were missing.My leg was already screaming. The cerebral palsy didn't care about my schedule or my plans or the fact that I needed to function today. Pain radiated up my left side, sharp enough to make my vision blur."Elena!" My voice came out harsher than intended. “Elena!”She appeared in the doorway calmly and I looked at her, only to see her holding the two bottles."Looking for these?"Rage flooded through me. I crossed the room faster than my leg should have allowed and grabbed her throat and slammed her against the wall. "Give them back."

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