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The boy looked at him scared but wanting an answer. “Your brother jumped into the lake.” He said smirking. “Is he okay?” “I rather hope he is dead. Then again, I hope he is still alive. I have plans for him.” Jason just stood looking at him. He feels frightened his heart beat fast. “Where is the woman?” “I lost Jazz in the woods,” he admits. Jason went and sit in the corner. He was very angry. He just looked at the bag with food. When he eats, he won’t get away from his father? There is always a prize to pay.

She smiled but I didn't. I simply kept watching. After a series of advertisements, there was a recap of the news that had been made already. Jason was captured during a party hosted at an orphanage school. He was there to make donations to the school's team as his manner is. He carried two kids up and took pictures with them, he equally took pictures with a cross-section of the staff. He was captured while leaving in his car, he was tagged as the youngest philanthropist in town. Waw, "He's a good man," Lilian said beaming. She had just started to say nice things about Jason probably because she was pregnant with his personal chauffeur.

The academy would not forget this day. Inside the walls and across the quad, whispers would coil into proper sentences and then into headlines and then into the questions people asked about power and protection and the price of both. Jason’s threats would mean less now that his face had a record: the story of men who tried to make others break and were broken instead.

"What do you know about us?" I shrug, almost irritated by his inquiry. I was caged the grand majority of my life everything I know about this world I learned through stories or the little time that I spent here since I came back. "Right," Ryan continues as if realizing his mistake. He combs a hand through his blond locks, effectively ruining whatever was left of his barely composed figure. "Jason started it as soon as he ascended. That was four years ago." I was surprised when I found out Jason's age; his features fool the viewer, and yet, they are perfect portraits of the cunningness of their ower. Everything is a riddle with Jason: every word is uttered with care, laced with unknown meanin

I said with a smile as he went to the restroom to freshen up. I set the table as we had dinner together. "How's Jenna? Is she settling well in her apartment?" He asked. "Yeah, she's doing good. We even looked for a job for her and she got hired at a nearby cafe. She's happy and wants to step into the new phase of her life," I said as Jason smiled at me. A couple of days later. I just came back from university. Jason clocked off earlier from university. I couldn't even eat anything at university because I was worried sick for Jason. He has gone on a mission to wipe out that black market along with Ethan, Leon, and Martin.

"Jason's life took a tragic turn when her mom was killed in a shooting incident. We were all fourteen and fifteen at the time. And Jason was at his brightest, straight-A student, competing everywhere, showcasing his art." "That's right, hon. When his mother died, he lost his willingness, too, his sense of purpose. Slowly, Jason became withdrawn, argumentative. No one knew that he started doing drugs." Her mom added. "Jason's father was never a father to him; he only had his mother keep him going. The only one left in Jason's life that holds significant importance was his little sister." "I've read about her when I was researching our town's history for a project. She was raped and killed by

“What happened to Jason?” “They drifted apart. He stayed in the area and wanted to stay in my life. We stayed in contact as much as we could. He was the only father figure that I have ever known.” He rested his hand onto my thigh; he could sense there was something I was holding back. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” “You deserve to know. I have never really told anyone this story and to be honest I have not discussed it with my mum either. I was in my late teens when I got a call. There had been an accident and Jason had passed.”

My eyes widened in realisation. "Jason now doesn't consider the day of his birth a happy day but the worst day of his life. Every year on this very day he mourns the loss of his mother," Jack finished explaining. It all made sense now. I understood everything now. Why he is the way he is. I looked up at Jack and asked, "Where is he now?" 》》Jason《《 I took another sip of the the glass of whiskey in my hand trying to drown my sorrows in alcohol as another flashback possessed me.

I said to Lucas, pouring us both coffee that tastes like ash. Lucas frowned. “His family?” “Yes. His parents. Where he grew up. Childhood connections. The woman he almost married before me. I need the version of Jason the world forgot.” Lucas rubbed his jaw, then opened a laptop and began pulling files. “His mother died when he was twelve. Father’s still alive—barely. Early dementia, a veteran, lives in a care facility outside of Oxford. Jason was a scholarship kid. Bright, manipulative, always knew how to charm authority. Had a fiancée in medical school—Lauren Bellamy. She disappeared off the map after a reported suicide attempt.”

"Of course not! You dumb ass!" "Why do you like calling me dumb ass?" He reached her head and pats it. "You love it when I call you a dummy. Right?" She said. "You were bullying me back in high school." She told him. Back in high school, Jason has a family; his father was a Colonel, yet they all died because of ambush. He was the only one that survived, and Hailey was always there for him. He got a scholarship from the military and then didn't see each other for long until recently during their reunion. He messes her hair and he moves closer to her and kisses her temple.