Xavier had big plans already in motion in his head. He wanted her to come to him by herself. The way she came into the room with that energy and courage made him smile. As much as he was angry that she now wanted a divorce so early, when only six months were left, it made him feel something. That feeling didn’t want her to leave, so keeping her close and monitoring her would help him keep tabs on her and keep her at a safe distance. The thought of Creek’s hands on her made him angry. He wished to kill Creek, but he respected Zayne. The way she looked at him timidly made him hard. He liked her both feisty and timid; she looked so sexy. Her lips that night at the wedding, her skin in his hands. “Boss,” his man called out to him. “What?” He was a little annoyed by the fact that the man disturbed his train of thought. “We have him… the shooter,” the man stammered. Xavier was now feared by all his men. After the

“How are you, my son?” “I’m good, Mother. How are Lia and Father?” “They are good. Are you eating well? Lia told me about your business environment how you are busy all the time.” “I am eating well, Mother. You shouldn’t stress about that.” “I know, but Zayne got shot at his wedding, and you are his best friend. I know you are stressed, and I fear for your well-being.” “I know, Mother, but you know I’m married now and own a business. I can handle these things.” “How is Zayne doing?” “He is well.” Zayne walked in through the door without knocking, as usual. “Morning,” he smiled. “Speaking of the devil, Zayne just arrived,” Xavier said with a smile, tucking in his shirt. His phone was on the footstool in the walk-in closet. “Morning, Moth

“Move back,” Thomas said calmly, pointing the gun at her stomach. She couldn’t say a word because he would shoot her right there in the doorway. So she complied, moving back into the room and returning to the living space. “Anything else?” Derek said, looking at the window. He stood near it with his whiskey. When he got no reply, he turned around, his glass falling to the floor. “Who are you and what do you want?” Derek said. “My boss wants to talk to you,” Thomas said, giving him the phone from his pocket. On the name “Boss” was used to save the contact. Derek placed the phone to his ear. “Who are you and what do you want?” he repeated the question with attitude. Derek thought it was just some petty small gangster or mafia trying to intimidate him. “Hie Derek.” The voice alone made him freeze in fear. It was him. He had found him. Reality seemed to collapse, making his wh

Just like Xavier had guessed, some of them had been waiting for the others to get caught or killed. They started moving in the night, blending with the trees in the middle of the dark. The villa stood tall with its lights on, lighting the way to the gate. They managed to avoid cameras and the few guards he had. Xavier had dismissed all the housemaids for the night, wanting to be alone as he worked. The men came in through the front door after checking if the coast was clear. Xavier was coming out of the shower when he saw six men enter with guns drawn. They split up, some going to other rooms to look for him. Two came upstairs while he continued dressing. When they found his room, he was already sitting on his bed with his gun loaded. The first one who kicked the door was shot in the neck. The second one started shooting in retaliation, but Xavier jumped out of the way, rolling over and taking a hit t

He walked away from her, leaving her confused. Was all of that just in her head? Did he really just say he didn’t trust her because of what happened last time? What even happened? “Why don’t you want me to see Creek?” she yelled. Regret immediately crossed her face when Xavier stopped. His entire frame shifted, his aura turning cold. His hand didn’t even reach the doorknob anymore. She felt chills when he looked at her. Oh no, her mind screamed. Zayne isn’t here. “What do you mean?” His tone wasn’t the calm one from moments ago. “I’m sorry, I asked,” she quickly said, turning around. She thought he would leave it alone. A sudden force made her turn back. Xavier was holding her arm. He wasn’t hurting her, but the grip was firm enough to stop her completely. “No. You asked why I don’t want you to meet Creek, right?” His expression was dark again, like before.