She barely made it out the front door when a loud scream pierced through the night like a wounded beast on a full moon, pained, angry, and desperate.Her feet were like jelly as she leaned on the door, gathering her breath as her chest rose up and down laggardly. She stood up straight and exhaled, switching on her phone before striding to her car, where two of Logan's guards were standing."Will you be able to drive home by yourself, Miss?" One of them asked.MJ gave him a small smile. "I'll manage, thank you," she said, accepting her car keys from the second guard. "Drive safely, Miss," He said with a slight bow before they both walked away.MJ got into the car and released a deep breath, leaning back in her seat. Her phone vibrated on her lap, but she ignored it.She could not believe she confessed all that to him without falling apart, especially when that was the first time she ever shared her experience out loud with another person in years, not even her therapist. She was rel
What was the definition of hell? Was it a place, a person, or was it reliving the same nightmare over and over again? For Javier Mendoza, it was all of the above.Javier Mendoza was forty-five this year, and in a few weeks, it would be thirty-two years since the massacre, thirty-two years since he lost his parents, and that was something that he would never heal from.Rodrigo and Reina Dos Santos. He could never forget those two names, they were the root of his nightmares, and for years, he had dreamt of the day he would exact his revenge against them for murdering his family. Since the night of Aaron McEnroe Senior's party, he had been reminiscing about how he was going to get back at MJ, he imagined all the ways he could punish her for everything she had done to him these past few days. However, it was nothing compared to what he felt when one of the girls, Naira, told him that they saw someone that resembled Reina Dos Santos at the hospital.He could not believe what he was hearin
Her mind was running wild like cricketers on a dark night. She stared at the fire, seeing herself in the red of the flames and the rage of the sparks.She was looking for answers only she knew the questions to.Day in, day out, there was always something new nibbling at her mind, twisting, turning, tormenting, and burning. It set her mind alight, taking her to places without a trail, dark places with no way home. Or as the world likes to say, a place of no return.However, she liked it there, it was her happy place, it was the only time she was in control, and she loved control. Samantha Grayson loved having the world at the tip of her fingertips."What is your story with Logan Parker and MJ Billings?" She tilted her head slowly against the couch, her dark eyes landing on her new companion, the girl with the cervical collar. The young woman was like a pest, constantly poking and asking questions. Her curiosity was unnerving."What's your name aga
On a different day, Cameron Parker would have jumped at the opportunity to throw a party, especially since his brother permitted him. However, given the circumstances that led up to that decision, he was doing the complete opposite. He spent the next few days cooped up in the house alone, Logan had not shown up since the night he displayed that footage, he seemed hi and MJ.He was completely fine without the two of them on his case, however, his peace and quiet did not last long, the devil chose this exact time to invite his favourite assistant back into his life.Montana Parker.He could not believe his eyes when she rocked up at the mansion with her son in tow.He had not seen her in years, and the last time he saw her, she was admitted in a psychiatric hospital, and according to his calculations, she was not supposed to be out.She looked just as crazy as he remembered, if not crazier. Montana was the definition of a wolf in sheep's clothing; she had this
There is a saying that you will always find what you are looking for, and that was something that came too easily in the mother city.Being a tourist had its own benefits, you got to be in places where no one expected you to be. It was easy to blend in and speak to everyone without looking suspicious; the people here were easygoing and kind, and they were interactive. A person could easily ask them anything, and they would answer without hesitation or holding back.The streets held answers to questions that nobody ever thought of asking, it held way to the secrets of the city. Logan thought he owned the city, and what better way to get to know him if not by knowing his city, his people.One thing that caught Samantha's attention were the street kids. They seemed to be aware of everything, they were vigilant and extra cautious.She was at the marketplace and it was packed but it seemed as though someone was watching her. She looked around and everything se
For hours she sat on the floor with a glass of whiskey in hand, but for some reason she could not bring herself to swallow the strong beverage.She could not believe the last few hours happened, that she had the confrontation she had been dreading for years.It left her with so much pain, anger, and hatred. The truth did not set her free, it chained her to every exchange that happened last night, and it brought back the past like a wave on the shore, making it harder to breathe without thinking about it.For hours she hesitated whether or not she should call Blair. She was not sure whether she wanted to be in complete silence or speak to somebody about her encounter with Logan Parker. She felt lost, exposed, neglected, and abandoned. She felt naked.She felt as though every time she stepped outside, everyone would notice, everyone would see that she was a rape victim. Her hard work would no longer count, her success would not come to her rescue, and her a
How could a person be so heartless? How could someone who was once so sweet be so cruel? Logan wondered, but the warning bells went off in his head; he knew why, it was the same reason he was walking around like a zombie.He did not know what was worse; that she was raped, that she hated him, or the fact that she had no sympathy. Logan knew her too well to know that she would never lower down to his level and comfort him for his loss; MJ Billings was proud, heartless, and unsympathetic – she was cruel, and that was the first thing one saw in her the first time.Logan had known MJ since she was little, after all, he was four when she was born. His father and Jorge's father were the best of friends, and that was how he met Jorge who was seven at the time and they became the best of friends.Most of the time when he visited, Jorge was either spending time with his baby sister, or he was reading since he was home-schooled. Logan did not understand why until a
He watched her run up the stairs and a second later, he heard the bedroom door slam shut.She was right, she did not invite him, he came because Blair asked him to, but he also did it out of free will. However, it did not mean that he was going to leave just because she did not want him there.He walked out of the house and told the driver to go back home because he needed enough people to keep an eye on Montana, but that was only an excuse to get rid of the guard and stay behind.He puffed out and rolled his head back around, suddenly feeling tired and drained like he had been lifting heavy machines, while in reality, he had not been doing anything, at least nothing useful, he was just lazing around in his brother's house.He sighed and walked back into the house. The house was spotless, MJ had done a really great job at cleaning it, nobody would be able to tell that it was a crime scene. The only thing that was a reminder that a crime had taken place wa