When Love Breaks by Jack

Then, with a nonchalant stretch, he gulped down the last of his coffee, slammed the mug on the table, and declared, “Well, Ms. Webster, you’d better keep that backdoor open for me. If things go south, I’m coming back to crash with you.”

“Uncle!” Off to the side, Ike, who was sipping on his hot chocolate, gave him a reproachful look, pouting, “Don’t you have work today?”

Gregory’s face softened momentarily before shooting Ike a sharp glance, “Little brat, tired of me already?”

Ike huffed, “When you’re here, Jane’s all yours!”

And with that, Gregory was effectively chased out.

After seeing Gregory into the elevator, the little tyke clambered up to me, planting a wet kiss on my cheek, “Jane, who do you love more, me or Uncle?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, “I love you, of course.”

But I love your uncle more. I thought.

…

The night was serene, and the top-tier RiverCity Club basked in its tranquility amidst a bustling neighborhood. Membership was exclusive, and a card could set you back a sum in the six figures.

entry rights; everything else was on the tab. And forget about transferring or cancelling

stark line between the classes, leaving the average Joe to only

as one of the club’s waitresses, nodding

“I do.”

a chill in her demeanor, “To stay by Mr.

to become Mr. Ferguson’s

medical bills. Or, if Mr. Ferguson takes a liking, you’ll want for

all she had, battling heart disease

mom’s

her days to tears, but money didn’t grow on trees

the man rumored to shake RiverCity with a mere

to a man of such caliber, surrounded

her

tray, she knocked and entered the

subdued. Without seeing faces, she could tell

presence, so commanding and sharp, made

her, “Just leave the

“Okay.”

Steven

so did Bryant, silent until