In the cafeteria, I spot Jennie sitting with the handsome security guard who saved us. I see that he has joined our agency judging from the suit he’s wearing and the badge on his blazer. William is indeed an amazing man for helping anyone who needs to be saved from miserable prison life.
Despite the danger of getting caught, and the consequences he might face once someone powerful knows about his agency, he always makes sure to help as many people as he can.
William stares at the police officer, frowning. He looks right at Jordan’s eyes to search for a lie or anything that might seem suspicious. But all he can read are honesty and sincerity.“What’s going to happen? Is it really important?” he asks.
Have you ever wondered why the good moments never last longer? That there must always be something to ruin your smile? Something to remind you that your happiness will probably never be completed?Well, I always do.
Later in the evening, we meet at the hotel reception. All of us wearing fancy suits or dresses.I notice Jackson’s pouty face again. Nothing must have happened in the room.“Jayden is pissing me off,” Vicky surprises me from behind. “Just a few days ago, he was crying and begging to see him doing alright,
In a blink of an eye, we find ourselves fighting our rivals. The security guards were trained as well as we were, which makes our job a little harder than expected. The first man who attacks me is at least ten centimetres bigger than me. I look like a ladybug against a dragonfly. He pushes me against the wall before he attacks my companions. I look at him with wide eyes because he ignored me. He didn’t even care about my presence. I must have seemed like an amateur to him, which I am, unfortunately.Before I can gather my forces to fight against oth
Two months later, the scenery has fully changed. There are no museums, no fancy hotels— just Pearl City’s streets. The planned attack by the government is about to happen, and people are walking in the streets, having no idea that their lives are at stake.I’m in my posit
Present time.My boyfriend’s eyes land on mine, those beautiful brown eyes which have never left my mind since the first day I saw him. I still remember that moment when he was sitting in the balcony, holding his cigarette. He looked at me with the same hypnotizing stare.With time, I understood more and more why he was called a tiger. His stare freezes my body, his touch sends shivers down my spine, the way he walks is slow, yet very arrogant, the mysterious aura reigning around him m
This sentence, I’ve only heard it in movies before. I always get satisfied to see the bad one finally get arrested at the end. But this time, I was the bad one. Probably not after all.The policemen don’t even leave me a chance to embrace Tiger. Their words get filtered inside my head, I don’t want to hear them. My eyes can’t stop looking at my boyfriend who was trying to save me.
Later, I find myself behind bars— again. But this time, it’s not a small police station, it looks more like a real prison, secluded from the rest of the world.I look around and see a small bed in the corner. The mattress looks old and used, and the sheets are losing their whiteness. A pot is placed right under the bed. There’s nothing more in the small space, not even that famous tiny window they show in the movies.