Sirens echoed throughout the city as police vehicles and ambulances rushed to La Café.
Logan could not keep up with the gathering crowds. His heart beat palpitated as he ran towards the café, and the scene that played out before his eyes was in every way unpleasant.
The sun shone and reflected on the broken glass shards outside what used to be the perfect view of La Café. That on its own was enough to make Logan believe that no one in that café survived, because the whole front was covered in glass only.
"No." He breathed, his feet coming to a stop in front of the café. This felt worse than the time MJ went missing, it was too real and yet so surreal like nothing he had ever seen before.
Bodies were scattered everywhere in and outside the café, and there was blood splattered across the floor. The shooters had obviously sh
Cameron did not know how to approach MJ after she lashed out at Sandra. He wanted her to eat something, but could not ask her out to dinner or tell her it was time to go home; since she did not want to go to dinner, he brought the dinner to her."What are you doing?" She asked as he started to remove all the documents out of her reach.Now she speaks, he thought, consciously rolling his eyes. She had pretended not to hear or see him when he asked her to stop working for a second and eat.He closed her laptop and put it aside, and then he set the desk into a makeshift dinner table. "Dinner is served," he said, finishing up the last touch by placing a serviette in front of her."Which restaurant is still open at this time?" She asked as he put the paper bag on the side.Cameron took a seat opposite her and opened his takeaway container. "
When Cameron volunteered and signed up to be MJ's temporary PA and Secretary, he had no idea that part of his job description was to play detective by day."Relax, will you!" MJ spoke through her teeth, pulling him to her side before throwing a sweet smile at the real estate agent. "Honey, this house is huge, don't you think?" She said in a sickly, sweet voice that somehow went well with her fake personality.She was wearing a short red leather skirt, a black blouse, a leopard print leather jacket, knee-length brown leather boots, a silver-blond wig topped up with a red hat; and to finish off her look, she wore thick, brown shades and a red lipstick.To spice up her alias, she was chewing a gum, blowing out a bubble after every two minutes; one of the things Cameron hated about this role-play, especially the chewing.Him on the other hand was dressed in a full, b
He was becoming too familiar with hospitals, and every time he stepped into one it was to make sure that somebody else was alright.With the way things were going, very soon people would be waiting in his place, wondering how he was.The doctors were still checking up on Antonina, while he waited outside with Zoe who insisted on interrogating Antonina even after they reviewed the footage, which showed that Antonina was just about to leave the cellar when the shooting went off.Apparently she had to make sure that Antonina's story corresponded to what was shown in the footage.What bothered Logan now was that the police had absolutely no lead at all and couldn't even identify the shooters because they were masked.Logan knew this was not just a random attack, they wanted to kill Antonina, and since they couldn't complete the job, t
"Boss, shouldn't we call Mrs Mendoza?" Javier's driver asked as he watched his employer bleed out in the backseat of his car.Javier grunted, this must have been the hundredth time he was asking a stupid question. "No, let her spend some time with her family," he breathed heavily as he pressed his palms into his stomach to stop the gush of blood from his stab wound."Sir, are you sure you don't want to go to a hospital?" The driver stuttered.Javier shut his eyes in frustration. "I already told you that no hospitals, and definitely no police. Just shut up and let me think," he gritted.He breathed out and closed his eyes as he let the darkness of the night engulf him, feeling serene grace in the silent and soulless night.It was not the first time he was on the edge of death, but it was the first time he was left with a stupid and
"I'm sorry, maybe we got off the wrong foot," MJ said in a welcoming voice. She was even surprised herself that she felt rather calm after meeting with Javier Mendoza. It was nerve-wrecking at first to think that she was going face to face with one of the world's most notorious drug lord and arms dealer.She was aware of his existence, but she preferred to stay clear of the Mexicans throughout the years; living on the run was just not her style.Javier Mendoza was bad news. He was probably the worst man she had ever met, but their meeting today proved that no man was necessarily untouchable. He was deceitful and vengeful, but somewhere deep down, she knew he had a weakness – his heart. There was more to him than what met the eye, but she had more time to get to know his skeletons.For now, her main priority was to get her company back up and running so that she could attend to the mo
When MJ first asked him to refer to her by her name, it had come as a shock, that he'd imagined she had grown two heads. It had to be the only explanation to her change in attitude towards him.She now treated him like a friend and not just her driver like she used to. He was happy, but it was not an easy task because changing her attitude towards him or anyone else did not exactly change who she was. She was still the same person. MJ Billings, the cold, heartless and ruthless billionaire. She was still the same heartless person who only just offered a smaller pure part of her heart.And after everything she had been through for the past few weeks, he knew her good Samaritan act was too good to be true, she was playing a game that no one was aware of. But he knew better, she was not to be trusted in her state of mind, not even now that they were having a drink together in her office.
After all these years of working from dawn to dusk every single day, MJ had never experienced this kind of exhaustion. It was not just physical or mental, but emotional exhaustion.It was as though something in her had snapped, and she invested her emotions into her work for the past three days. She had never thought with her heart before, but with everything she held dear seeming to slip farther away from her, she needed to compromise.It had been such a long week, especially with the encounter with Logan Parker earlier in the week, Jorge, the Mendoza siblings, and Liam. She could only hope her efforts did not go to waste, and her that her company would be rolling down the red carpet soon.She dragged her feet across the underground parking, her bodyguards following right behind her at a slower pace which made her even more tired.She reached for the door that l
"When Cameron said you'd come running back to me, I didn't think it would be this soon."Blair stood next to the couch with her hands crossed. She could not believe this was happening; just the other day she was in MJ Billings' office begging her not to have her license revoked, and now it was MJ begging for help.Blair was never the type to turn away someone when they desperately needed her help, but for the first time ever, she was contemplating to. She still remembered how MJ treated her when she went to her office to ask not to have her license revoked, how she had desperately pleaded for her not to ruin her career over a misunderstanding.But that never stopped her. She had not practiced for more than two years now, and had lived off her pension money which was slowly running out.MJ Billings had proved who she really was when she made sure that no one would