Romans & histoires Go Set A Watchman

Confirmation. “Turn it off,” he said. “After.” He exhaled, slow. “You’re playing with your life.” “Maybe, but it’s my life. Not yours. For a long second, we stared at each other—me furious and shaking, him steady and lethal. Then his hand with the blood rose again. “Open,” he said, and this time it sounded like the last warning before force. I swallowed. My throat felt tight. My whole body screamed no, but the watcher was still there and Gage was still between me and whatever came next.

After I got into the car, Cole limped after me. He ran, stumbled, and fell to the ground with his hand stretched toward me. Emilio had installed a hidden camera in the Jackman family’s house. He handed me a smart tablet. “Dog‑eat‑dog situations are ridiculous. I will withdraw my investment from Jackman Group. Their bankruptcy will be Cole’s first punishment.” I took the tablet from him. Cole was cutting Ashley with a knife. The rain mixed with blood and spread across the ground.

She’s wearing it like a trophy. And now it is her weapon and I see that it makes her feel like she already owns me. Does she think I have something to lose if that footage goes public? I don’t give a fuck about my past. I don’t care who sees what I’ve been through or what I’ve done. But that watch… that watch is bigger than me. It’s the only leverage I have against the masters. And now she has it. I had dismissed her before. Just another manipulative woman who steals husbands and bends weak men to her will, but this is different.

"But look at the person standing behind him in the reflection of the window." I zoomed in. In the glass reflection, there was a shadow. A person holding a phone. They were wearing a very specific watch—a silver one with a blue face. "I know that watch," I whispered. My stomach did a sick flip. "That’s... that’s the watch Marcus gave to the board members for the anniversary." "There are only four of those watches in the world," the Stalker said. "One is on your father’s wrist. One is on Sterling’s. One belongs to the studio head, Mr. Vance. And the last one belongs to someone you trust very much."

better look. And then my breath caught in my throat. There was a watch on the floor. I picked it up and brought it under the light so I could look at it. It was from a very exclusive designer brand and from what I knew, Ryder loved to buy his stuff from popular and mainstram designers. I knew without a doubt that this watch doesn’t belong to Ryder. So who could it be? Had someone kidnapped Ryder and framed him? The person would have to be very wealthy to afford a watch like this. A bad feeling washed over me and I decided to take it back to Keagan so he could use his connections to find out the watch’s owner but just as I made to shove it into my jeans pocket, I saw a very tiny inscription

He saw nothing but a folded piece of paper inside it. His stomach dropped as he unfolded it. Four words, scrawled in a hand he didn’t recognize. You trusted the wrong man once. Don’t do it again. His gaze shot up, too fast, locking on Damien who was standing close. Too steady. Too calm. Watching him. Always watching. The world lurched, air cutting rough through his chest. The truth landed like a blow, The traitor was already here.

The flu he was coming down with wasn't going to stop him. The rage was the cure. This rage would take them down and make his boss proud. Fucking idiots, Seth thought, Inviting five other mafias for a ceremony and thinking any amount of security would protect them. He waited for his men to take a position.

As we exchanged rings, I held Yasmin Walsh's hand, and my gaze fell on her wrist. An old silver watch hung there, its dial yellowed with age, its hands forever frozen at 3:07. "Take off the watch," I said. Her smile stiffened. Instinctively, she pulled her hand back. "Jayden Burke, stop it. Everyone is watching." I didn't move. I repeated myself softly, but loud enough for the entire hall to hear, "Take off the watch."

He sounded very genuine, as far as he was concerned, he was still connected to Glen and I really don't want any strings leading to him, I smiled softly, "nothing can ruin our friendship but anything involving him... count me out." I rose to leave, "wait..." he dipped his hand into his pocket bringing out a watch, he stood up gently strapping the watch on my wrist, "no matter what happens, never remove this watch, it has a GPS and a tracker, if you are ever in danger and you tap this button twice, it would send a distress signal." I looked at the cute watch, who would think it would be a big weapon, I smiled softly, "I don't think I'll ever use this watch but I can't reject a gift."

In that case, I'm begging you to fulfill his wish. "I've already decided to head to Socalli City to live with my mom's family. Please allow Russ his happiness!" Linda gently helped me to my feet, her voice full of concern. "Kathy, don't be stubborn. We've seen how he's cared for you all these years. He just doesn't understand his own feelings. Don't be angry. When he returns, I'll make sure you get justice. "Think about it—if he didn't care for you, why would he have knelt, begging us to take you home in the first place?"