Joan runs her slender fingers over the fabric of her lace dress, the rough creases protesting against the smooth motion. She heaves a breath, memories of her last moments with Brock swirl in her mind. She swipes at a stray tear before it leaves the safety of her eyes.Brock had been an excellent assistant and, in her mind, he still is. She coats her lips a final time with the black lipstick she always keeps in her purse. Today is going to be a long day!She throws in a white handkerchief, the family emblem Brock always wears and the lipstick in her matching purse. She steps out of the room to the gloomy air, the stench of masked pain and sadness staining the pleasant aroma of the flowers maids carry as they pass by the group, their heads in a bow.Every member standing at attention on both sides of Joan is dressed immaculately in an Armani black suit. She nods to each man in acknowledgment as she passes between each of them, her eyes, however, focused forward, to the point where the pa

He stood right there in the middle of her room staring round at the spaces within, it was the second time he found himself within spaces but never had he felt this way, at the moment his what was echoing heavily within his chest as he stared straight hard at the woman before him..Joanne was much aware of the tension in the room and made way toward where he was with two glasses in her hands.She hands one to him and remains within her space locking gaze with him as he took the glass from her hands —"Thank you." He muttered as he took the glass from her hands…She stared at him for what seemed like a while. "You never really told me what happened that night." She muttered.An unforbidden haze hovered around the room and all of a sudden he could feel it getting heated up, he stopped right there in his tracks while making his way to the window, his gaze resting against under the orchid tree.She walked in till she was standing close to him, she had a robe over herself now making the room

Logan pulls the brown bag over the man’s head, a hem of the cloth bag catching in the man’s ear. Logan grunts and lifts the bag forcefully, ignoring the man’s cry in protest as the piece drags on his big ear. The man wails louder which only serves to annoy Logan even more he drags the bag so hard he is sure there will be a bruise the next day as proof of this moment.“I advise you to stop producing whatever sound it is you’re making right now if you like that particular part of his.” He orders, pinning a glare on the screaming banshee. What an excuse for a man.The crying immediately stops and Logan nods, “Now you have two options since I’m feeling quite generous tonight.” He begins but his smile is anything but generous, it’s a cross between a sinister smile and a glare. The man shifts in his seat despite the ropes binding him tightly to the chair.“You could either talk and I make it quick or…” He drawls, picking up a knife from the collection of sharps on a stool behind him. “You ke

Back at Chinatown…Anxiety, panic and even worse regret, she cool feel everything trickling down her soul as she recapped the event that had happened for the last week's, she cool feel every bit of it hitting back at her in the most tremendous way ,for some reason it left a bitter feeling—A numbness that nothing else could feel than his masculine presence, the thought of being alone, all of this left behind a totally different feeling that nothing else could penetrate.Instead of the prickling feeling her body focused on the primal aspect that she had been scared and traumatized by the event.When she had asked him to leave, she didn't think he would take it that far. With a concerned look on her face she made way to the patio staring out at the sunset that was setting beautifully.She thought about his words again, when she recalled the entire situation that had led to everything that happened, it was obvious she was more wrong than right.Perhaps, she had overreacted by asking that

He turned and saw Wade stroll into the room, his gun still steaming, a dog wailing in the distance. Confused, Logan tried to process what just happened.Two other men from the Mafia rushed in as Logan fixed Wade with the most absurd gaze."You scum —"His hands curled around his collar as he shoved him against the wall, the room echoed with their heart beating heavily from agitation. "What did you do that for?" He questioned. "Were you blind to see that I was questioning him?""But …But, you were under duress, it is just normal I shoot. " Of all things that could be blamed it was surprising that he chose to do it in the most disgusting way and blame mere instincts.He was enraged, Wade's face turned red as he gasped for air, the other two men watched with eyes widened, the shock glistering in their eyes.He loosened his hands and Wade fell to the ground with a thug gasping for air. "Take care of the body." He picked up his bag. "He is yours now." ******Home, sweet home that should have been