I was still feeling shocked. More traitor! We didn't know. I took a deep sigh as I pulled the comforter more tightly around my body. It was the only warm thing around me. The sea was calm. The breeze was cool and sent shivers down my body. All I could see was the dark sea, dark gleaming with stars. I glided forward barefoot and smiled as a cool breeze brushed my hair. I could smell salt and freshness in the air. He hugged me from behind. I whirled in the ring of his arms and snuggled closer to his warm body. I was feeling cold. He was just in his slacks still, I couldn't see any sign of a cold. "Ain't you feeling cold?" I whispered as I wrapped one arm around his middle. It slid from my shoulder and showed my bare skin beneath it. "No," He kissed my shoulder and pulled me tighter, "Your hands are cold," He said as I pressed it against his hot skin. "I'm not used to cold weather." I closed my eyes, enjoying him, his touch, the beauti
DUANTE'S POV Without breaking stride, I took her into our room. The dead body was already removed. I could smell her favorite floral scent in the room. Her face was pressed tight on the crook of my neck. Her heart was beating louder against my chest. She was scared. I couldn't turn it down when she curled her arms around me. I was still seething from inside hearing them. No one could dare to look at what was mine. I brushed my lips against her forehead. I could feel her trembling. Tears were leaking from her closed eyes. This pushed me to the edge. I settled back on the bed. I pressed my lips against her forehead again, "Look at me," I softened my voice. Slowly, she opened her eyes and glanced in my eyes. She lowered it to my chest, "Please, don't go." Her voice was cracking. "There's no danger." She stayed quiet and fastened her arms. Things were tense enough. It wasn't the attack. We had faced it before, "What's it?" I
EVELEEN'S POV A nervous feeling trickled through me. He wasn't around me when I rubbed my eyes after sleeping. "He's out for some business," I looked to my left after hearing her soft voice. Mini was looking at me. I stared at her and rubbed my hand over my forehead. "I was scared. So so scared. Tom locked me in the washroom and asked me to make no noise." Her dilated eyes were explaining how scared she would be. The hair on my neck rose when I recollected the sight of the dark. I took a deep breath. "Then Zhang came and freed me. I was so worried about Tom. He was clasping a gun." I felt her hand on my shoulder. "I'm hearing you," I said, ignoring her questioning look. Was he a traitor? Or there could be more? It was driving me insane. I told him not to go, not to leave me alone. "When did he go?" I fired. "After you slept. You're looking pretty annoyed with it." She said, wiping her cheek
He looked over and threw a withering glare at me. He opened the door for me. I sat in, quietly. Just a pinch and he would explode like a volcano. He strode around. I could still see his white knuckles. He hadn't spoken a word. I was frightened. But I had to start if he didn't want to talk or he wouldn't answer. He got in the car and slammed the door shut. I gulped. That wasn't expected. He never expressed his anger. Was it a warning for me to keep my mouth shut? It would be something essential. Otherwise, I didn't see him reacting this way. "Duante," I whispered. He looked at me and shook his head. I straightened my gaze and stared at the dark. I wanted to touch him, comfort him, whatever he was feeling I wanted to be with him. My mind and body weren't agreeing on anything at the moment. I wanted to reach and hug him. My mind was shouting at me to keep quiet and didn't utter a word. A single word could get him riled up. I kept looking at hi
DUANTE'S POV I couldn't sleep. I loathed these feelings, I didn't want her to go away. She missed her family. She didn't say a word. But I could feel it. She would never say. I raked my finger softly in her hair. She looked more beautiful in her sleep. Her skin felt so tender beneath my calloused fingers. I had checked on the security. She'd be safe. Everything was going according to as I planned. I planned to go on the same day on our same private plane. She didn't need to know this. I would do what would be best for her. Zhang would be her shadow there. My finger halted, feeling the soft skin of her head. With Tann and Ricky's death, I was considering her to be safe. I trusted the wrong person. He knew everything about me, I could never know anything about him, Not even his so-called family. My new enemy knew more than he should. He would meet his death. Soon. I had scanned every note, and documents in Tann's house. I got o
EVELEEN'S POV I was brushing my hair, but my gaze was on my husband. I wanted to capture him in my eyes. I didn't know how would I spend time without him? I was serious when I said that I didn't want to go. I missed my family. But Duante was my real family. The notion of going away from him frightened me. He stopped behind me gripping his black coat. He donned it. I was still staring at my husband. He slithered his fingers in his hair. "Duante," I whispered but I didn't know. What should I say next? I wrapped my arms around him. “I know you dinna want to go. But I dinna want them to think. I've captured you.” He said, embracing me. ‘I don't care what they think.‘ I blinked as I glanced up at him, "You never call when you go for business and.." I trailed. His forehead crinkled as he gazed down at me. His lips turned up in a full smile, "I'll call you every morning," He kissed my forehead. "What if I want to talk a
I didn't touch the food. The sun was setting down, spreading orange color in the sky. He did not call me. I didn't call him either. The loneliness without him unnoticed. He shouldn't let me come here. He must be out there to take care of some important things. My stalker! My phone buzzed, flashing a text from Rose. I opened it with a click. 'Dress code: Black! At our usual place. Come soon!' I smiled. I scooted over to the cupboard and yanked it open in excitement. Raking my gaze over them, I reached for black skinny jeans and a black bracelet top. "Did you miss this?" Rose asked, holding the key of the motorcycle. She was draped in black shorts, a black tank top, and high knees shoes. I smiled and lunged forward. She pulled her hand back. I pouted my lips, tilting my head to one side. It reminded me of my husband. "To have this, you have to smile." She demanded. My lips curled up into a full fake smile, "Now give me," I opened my palm an
DUANTE'S POV The urge of killing him was sharp inside me. He could be a random person, eyeing my wife and someone from the troop of my enemies. Speaking to Eve was crossing my mind. I would after seeing him dead. How the f*** dare him to hold the hand of my wife? From the description, my men were telling me, he couldn't be a commoner. I exhaled slowly as I saw them driving inside the house. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out. The need to drown out the unsettling in my head was so agile, I wanted to strut toward her and hold her tight to my chest. I rolled the window down. I would find my enemy around her. They considered her my weakness. Pretty f****** true. They didn't need to know. She's my strength. "Brother, just two minutes. I'm sorry. I got late. I'll expla...." I cut him off. "Two minutes," I hung up on him. He shouldn't take responsibility when he isn't prepared to carry out his obligations. My phon