CHAPTER EIGHT*Let's go Home*"All vitals are good. You're set to go Miss Janice." The Doctor declared gaily as he gently patted her back after running a few checks on her vitals with his thermometer. Mr Jordan heaved a long deep sigh of relief, brushing his fatigued eyes ridden with deep lines underneath them. Drake leaned against the wall at the corner of the hospital room to give them space for a little family time.He was also relieved.Today had been one hell of a day! He glanced at his wristwatch, the time reads 9:09 pm. The day is almost over. He had brought her to the hospital around quarter past five, with his heart thumping in his chest forcefully and his hair wet from sweat clung to his face, he carried her in his arms as he scurried to the emergency ward. He was sacred to shit!Her shaggy blonde hair was pulled up lazily. Father embraced daughter. While locked in their embrace, Drake caught Janice peering her hazel eyes at him. And she mouthed a "Thank you". He smiled c
CHAPTER NINE*Always and forever*"I can't believe you didn't tell me what happened. I kept calling but you weren't answering your phone, I was scared to shit!" Hannah cried out as she perched at the edge of the Queen size bed. Janice was sitting upright on the silky royal golden bed, propped up by pillows. "I was unconscious for a while. My father was greatly distressed. I'm sorry to have made you worry. But I'm doing fine now." She yawned and stretched. Mr Briggs, the chauffeur had picked them up at the hospital and took them home. By the time they arrived, it was already a quarter past 11 pm. When they got home, her father helped her to the bedroom. Sleep had evaded her last night. she glanced at the clock, It was 4 am! She kept tossing on the bed pleading for sleep to come but it didn't. With tired eyes, she stared at the ceiling lost in the whirlpool of emotions, replaying the events of that day. Before she realized it, sleep crept up on her. She yawned and stretched again
CHAPTER TEN* Blind desire*The twin bed creaked beneath his weight as his body sprawled out on the bed. The alarm blared. He grunted as he tossed over the bed to stop the alarm. Time: 11:45 amHe groaned. Yesterday was draining no doubt. They got home pretty late and he slept fitfully throughout the night. Drake sometimes stays at the Jordan's quarters around the wasteland where the stables were located. When he needed some privacy or during his time off, he goes back to his crappy flat downside-the remote area of London.When he's not working for the Jordans, then he's busy with his mechanic work. Occasionally, he does home service for the big guys in London whom he either met at the club or through the recommendation of Janice.He got out of bed, yawning and flexing his muscles. His room was reasonably small for a person or two. The labyrinth of cobwebs clouded his room. He sneezed, almost misty-eyed. The cabin flooring kept squeaking in response as he did a few push-ups wi
CHAPTER ELEVEN*Like black and white*The fuming Drake paced the room in irritation. Blocking her line was a futile attempt. He groaned into the phone."Rachael? Really?! You don't know when to give up, do you?" He growled."And the best thing you thought to do was to block my line? What is the matter with you anyway? What have I done wrong this time? I thought by coming down to London you will be happy to see me. Apparently, I was a fool. Screw you and that rich bitch you've been shagging!!!" She screeched. The phone vibrated in his hand as her shrill voice travelled through it."Look I'm only in London to work. And my personal affairs is no fucking business of yours. Why don't run back home to Scotland and stop making a fuss over everything.""I'm not a child, Finn. For heaven's sake do I disgust you so much that you don't want to even see me? First, you returned to London without my knowledge and now that I'm in London you can't even see me because of some trull you've been bangin
CHAPTER TWELVE*The Jordans 1*He could hear faint laughter and voices emanating from the far corner of the enormous house when he gingerly stepped in. He could see the maid, who was unaware of his presence, darting across the dining room where the faint voices and laughter were coming from with trays laden with sumptuous dishes of all sorts. The tantalizing scent of the food wafted through his nose causing his stomach to grumble. He let the door click shut softly behind him so as not to rouse their attention at the earliest second he stepped in. He did a couple of breathing exercises to gather himself. Thinking about his past made him doubt himself a bit and now he's fidgeting. Fuck! He needs to get his acts together! Alright man, act normal you got this!He took a deep breath and exhaled again. His boots stomped the neatly polished marble flooring as he went. He flinched as the faint voices and laughter became louder and abruptly ceased when he came into view. At this point, he
CHAPTER THIRTEEN*The Jordans 2*"The Jordans?" He asked with a puzzled look. "You mean, the rich folks dad used to work for?" His mum simply nodded, her face now bloated and flushed with tears. He retrieved a neatly folded handkerchief from the pocket of his pants and handed it to her. She wiped her face with shaky hands. Drake felt bad for his mother. He loathed seeing his mother like this, helpless and miserable. She was a poor sight to behold and it wrenched his heart."So you're saying that Dad's employer is the culprit?" "Well, from what I could gather these past few years, yes."He shook his head in disbelief."B-but how?! Dad was his loyal personal bodyguard and assistant. W-why would he betray him?" He stuttered."I couldn't believe it either. Douglas, your father was a brave and loyal man to Mr Thomas Jordan. I just don't get why he would go through the trouble to shut him up even to the point of killing him. I think... " she sat up warily and poured herself a glass of
CHAPTER FOURTEEN*Mary Orwell POV*The gloomy clouds were pregnant with rain. Bolts of Lightning flickered in the sky. The heel of her boots made a clacking sound as she walked across the rocky ground of the Prison compound. the October air around her was crispy as she adjusted the shawl around her neck close to her chin.HM Prison Wandsworth is a Category B men's prison at Wandsworth in the London Borough of Wandsworth, South West London, England. It is operated by Her Majesty's Prison Service and is one of the largest prisons in the UK.As she approached the entrance, a stout middle-aged security guard arched his brows at her."May I help you, madam?" He asked."I'm here to see Douglas Orwell.""Are you related to him?""He's my husband. I am Mary Orwell.""Understood. Give me a moment." He said as he dialled the telephone while casting her the once-over look.He spoke inaudibly into the telephone while nodding and then placed the telephone back down."Bags check-in please" he moti
CHAPTER FIFTEEN*Back to the present*"Mr Hughen?" Mr Jordan shot him an inquisitive look.His words startled him, snapping him back to reality. "I-I am s-sorry what?" He stuttered.Fuck! It was unlike him. From the corner of his eyes, he could see Janice eyeing him curiously. The last thing he wants is to rouse their suspicion. Not at this point!Great! Mr Jordan is now giving him the once-over look."Are you alright Mr Hughen?""Yes of course! Is just that I woke up with a nasty headache. but I'm super fine now thanks to this wonderful homemade pork soup. In fact, it is the absolute best!" He said gaily intending to change the subject."Oh thank you. Abigail is a brilliant cook. That's why she's been working with us for a decade now!" The happy Abigail slightly tilted her head in appreciation.He forced a smile then reached for the cold glass of lemon juice and took a sip."So? You haven't answered the question, Mr Hughen..." "Oh right! So um...like I explained to Janice be