When Love Breaks by Jack

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.

territory was part of Mark’s

mind over love, self-destructing for Jane. Little did

scheming was on par with

couldn’t

Jane taken, his arrogance was

Mark send a

caught on, dialing

…

for the baby’s

But she refused.

long time, reheating the food over and

the surveillance that she hadn’t even

had been so

was devoid of color, looking as

couldn’t bear it, unable

he was about to serve the

…

the pregnancy, Zoe had taken care of me meticulously,

food for so long, I was

the baby was fine, I might not

found any

just sit and wait;

the room

to look to

speak, only to curse him. But

was a complete

“Jane.”

not to hear, my gaze fixed outside the

my arm, pinning

other hand,

was futile, I pleaded, “Please, don’t hurt

don’t harm it, I’ll do

I had to try a softer

much

be on his way

“You’d do anything?”

ran down my spine;

his grip on my arm,

the baby, I would have

it meant both of us getting hurt, at