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.

Samuel’s territory was

love, self-destructing for Jane. Little

was on

couldn’t

with Jane taken, his arrogance

send

on, dialing

…

thought, for the baby’s

But she refused.

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

the surveillance that she

had been so

was devoid of color, looking as if she might

he couldn’t bear it, unable to

was about to

…

care of me

without food for so long, I was

continued, even if the baby was fine,

Gregory had found

and wait; I had to

to the room was pushed open from

to look to know it was

only to curse him. But that would only provoke

was a

“Jane.”

not to hear, my gaze fixed

grabbed my arm, pinning

shielded my belly with my other hand, trying to break free from his

it was futile, I pleaded, “Please,

don’t harm it, I’ll do

I had to try a

buy as much time

be on his way to

“You’d do anything?”

down my spine; this was

his grip on my

the baby,

of us getting hurt, at least