When Love Breaks by Jack

Kane had been Mark’s right-hand man for years, but being more than two decades his senior, he could often read between the lines of what Mark was really thinking.

Kane was well aware of the fact that he was dealing with a man who didn’t shy away from getting his hands dirty. The only question that remained unanswered was how far Mark’s obsession with Ms. Webster would go.

When would his patience run out, prompting him to take a more direct approach rather than weaving this intricate web of plans and schemes?

Stuffing a vial into his suit pocket under Kane’s inquisitive gaze, Mark stood up. “Let’s get moving.”

Kane paused. “And what comes next…”

“Your immediate priority…” Mark glanced toward the yard, his voice cold, “is to get your men and move to a new location.”

“Move?” Kane frowned. “The Ford family has already turned this place inside out. It’s safer here now than anywhere else.”

Mark nonchalantly tossed the remains of his cigar into the ashtray, clearly annoyed. “You think Gregory is playing games? If you’ve thought of it, don’t you think he has too?” Glancing at his watch, he warned, “You’ve got less than ten minutes. Vista Town is Ford territory. Until all your assets are back home, you’d do well to keep a low profile.”

After Mark took off, Kane wasn’t totally convinced but figured it was better to play it safe and start planning a move.

Kane

still

Kane, our guys at the Bayview Villa got word. Gregory’s men did make another sweep.” Stunned, Kane checked the

indeed a man of

the doors of the

on the doctor’s face

“Mr. Ford…”

heart sank. Gregory squeezed my shoulder reassuringly, turning to the doctor, “No need to beat around the bush.

“She’s…awake.”

seemed troubled as he spoke, “But there’s definitely poison

clenched my fists, “How serious is the poison? What effects could it

the doctor’s face softened slightly, “It appears to be a slow-acting poison. So far, it hasn’t affected

there any way to

Given Kane’s ominous intentions,

there were no immediate effects, future complications were inevitable. The

“At the moment…”