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.

Gregory into Samuel’s territory

lost his mind over love, self-destructing for

on par with

couldn’t

taken, his arrogance was

suggested, “Maybe have Mark send a

caught on, dialing

…

for the baby’s sake, Jane would eat

But she refused.

time, reheating the food over and over, even making new

approached, he saw through the surveillance that she hadn’t even had a

she had

looking as if she

couldn’t bear it,

about to serve

…

Zoe had taken care of me meticulously,

without food for so long, I

continued, even if the baby was fine, I might not

found any trace of me

and wait; I had to think of

door to the room

need to look to

to speak, only to curse

a

“Jane.”

not to hear, my

my arm, pinning me to the

hand, trying

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

harm it,

wouldn’t work; I had to try a

as much time as

on his way

“You’d do anything?”

my spine; this was

grip on my arm, “Jane, you’re

weren’t for the baby, I would have

it meant both of us getting hurt, at least no one would get