My Black Suit King

It’s eleven o’clock on Blueberry Hill. A small town not far from the state of Michigan now looks dead with no activity after ten. Street lights could be seen lighting up the city, and only the howling of stray dogs was heard in the small town of fewer than five thousand people. Mia, who works at a restaurant in Blueberry Hill, looks busy cleaning kitchen utensils and floors. She wanted to hurry home, but doing it all herself made her discouraged. Usually, Matt, her boss, helps out, but today the man went out of town and gave Mia an assignment while Dorothy had already back home before closing. Once her work is done, Mia turns off the lights and locks the restaurant door. She walked toward her apartment five blocks away. The 22-year-old girl is accustomed to going home alone on foot because Blueberry Hill is a safe place with no criminal reports for more than six decades. All residents there are more accustomed to walking than contributing to air pollution by driving a car. On the w

It’s been almost eight days. Mia has been asking about a man named Jaxon Bradwood, but no one knows him. Their reactions were all the same, looking displeased when she asked, and their gestures changed from being friendly and welcoming to being cold and rude. Now, Mia doubts the words of the middle-aged man. “Is he playing me?” she snorted irritably. Mia chose to return to the motel where she was staying. Every time she passed the lobby, Mia got a look full of investigation from the receptionist. When Mia stares back, the girl at the front desk will pretend to be busy with the computer in front of her. Mia decided to hurry to her room because she was being watched. She is very sick of being suspected and considered a criminal just because she is looking for a foreign man whose existence until now is unknown. Upon entering the room, Mia got a call from Matt. This is the fourth time her boss has called since Mia left Blueberry. The old man’s cell phone helped her stay in touch with

Jaxon forced his body to leave the woman. He walked over to the cabinet filled with liquor and poured whiskey into his crystal glass. “We’ll see how long this woman gives up looking for me.” “But that’s not how you play, Jaxon.” “How do I play, Gavin?” Jaxon drank his drink, and without realizing it, several times, he pulled the tie, which was starting to choke him. “Every day you follow that girl’s movements, you even look… interested when you hear a beautiful woman with an angelic look looking for you alone on the streets of Denver, and you know it’s dangerous for her. She could be the target of your enemies.” Jaxon turned his back to Gavin. He didn’t want his best friend to see the expression on his face right now. When the girl set foot in Denver, Jaxon had heard of her. He even put in some spies to watch the girl’s movements. Jaxon clearly remembered the first day the girl arrived. At that time, he had just finished a meeting with some of his trusted people when Fritz sudde

“What is this?!” Jaxon snapped at Gavin, who looked bored looking at the cuticles of his fingers on his left hand. “Oh, I forgot about that,” Gavin replied innocently. Jaxon was about to jump over the table that separated the two, but his body was immediately dragged away by his three friends away from the table. Gavin, who accepted Jaxon’s rage, just shrugged and hid behind Rey’s body. Danny Johanson laughed with amusement when he read the newspaper that was still spread out on the table, even Nicko Anderson, who was holding Jaxon’s body, couldn’t help but laugh, adding to Jaxon’s angry fire. Gideon Rose and Connor Black were forced to drag Jaxon, their best friend, to the corner of the room. Rey glared at Gavin, who only gave an innocent face back. He raised his face, praying that he would disappear from the place. The commotion Gavin was creating made him lose his temper. He even thought of the best way to hide Gavin’s body — the corpse — in one of his old warehouses, or maybe

I can’t believe it. Mia thought when she was locked up in a room, even two armed men were now guarding behind the door. Anger made her unable to sit still. She waited in the room for a long time, but until dinner was delivered, the man she was waiting for did not come either. “I don’t need these foods. Bring it all back, and let me out!” she exclaimed irritably at the young man delivering a trolley full of food. The young man looked calm, as if no one was talking in the room. Feeling neglected, Mia started screaming and didn’t touch the food served. “At least tell me where Jaxon Bradwood is. I don’t want to be in this place, and I need to talk to him!” Mia held the young man’s arm as he was about to sneak out this time. The young man released Mia’s grip, leaving her locked. At least an hour later, the man she was waiting for came over to her. Mia waited in anticipation when she heard the sound of a lock, and his figure filled the door. At first, they just stared at each other