Lost Me Gained Regret

After Gregory headed up, the rest of the crew followed suit.

Christine was still donned in her evening gown. It was fine on land, but once the boat started moving, the chilly sea breeze mixed with rain made her shiver. Dailey offered his jacket, but she refused.

"Gregory."

Lucius approached, handing over a cell phone, "It's Samuel on the line."

A flash of murderous intent crossed Gregory's eyes as he took the call, yet remained silent.

Samuel, however, seemed to enjoy Gregory's demeanor, full of attitude.

"Let her go. Just come to me, be one of mine, and I assure you, your lady won't be harmed."

It was indeed related to him.

He knew it; how could Mark come up with such a flawless plan alone.

He had been careless not to deal with Summer sooner.

Thinking that without Mark, that usurper wouldn't have the means to stir up trouble.

Gregory's voice, cold as the sea wind, broke the silence, "Since you're so eager to meet your Maker, I'll be generous and send you on your way to meet God." Samuel laughed as if he heard the joke of the century, unable to stop.

"Gregory, you might be a big deal in Vista Town, but you can't just kill me whenever you wish."

"I'm giving you ten minutes. If you keep up this tough act, you'll never see her again in your life."

Gregory hung up.

On the other end, Samuel was baffled, turning to Josiah and asked, "Didn't you say capturing her would make him fall in line?"

Josiah was equally puzzled.

He knew how much Gregory cared for Jane.

And from what he'd learned from Mark, Jane was pregnant.

Under such circumstances, why wouldn't Gregory compromise?

"Mark was your man?"

This was news to Josiah; Mark had been in cahoots with Samuel all along. The escape plan had been concocted knowing about Jane's pregnancy.

Samuel's territory was part of Mark's

Mark lost his mind over love, self-destructing for Jane.

on par with

they couldn't underestimate

with Jane taken, his arrogance

Mark send a

on,

...

for the baby's

But she refused.

time, reheating the food over and over, even

the surveillance that

she had been

face was devoid of color, looking as if she

bear it,

as he was about to

...

Zoe had taken care of me

food for so long, I

the baby was fine, I

found

sit and wait;

the room was

look

speak, only to curse him.

a complete

"Jane."

my gaze fixed outside the

my arm, pinning

my belly with my other hand, trying to

futile, I pleaded, "Please, don't hurt

harm it,

had to try a

as much time as

on his way

"You'd do anything?"

my spine; this

tightened his grip on my arm, "Jane, you're

the baby, I would have fought