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 part

self-destructing for Jane. Little did he

scheming was on

couldn’t

taken, his

suggested, “Maybe have Mark send a

on,

…

baby’s sake, Jane would

But she refused.

time, reheating the food over and over, even making new dishes, but she

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

she had

color, looking as if she might

bear it, unable to

to serve

…

the pregnancy, Zoe had taken care of me meticulously, meals served on

for so

the baby was fine, I might

found any trace of me

just sit and wait; I had to think of

room was pushed open from

need to look to know

speak, only to curse him. But that would

was a complete

“Jane.”

my gaze fixed outside

my arm, pinning me to the

other hand, trying to

was futile, I pleaded,

harm it, I’ll do anything

work; I had to try

much time as

must be on his way to rescue

“You’d do anything?”

my spine;

his grip on my arm, “Jane, you’re

weren’t for the baby, I would

getting hurt, at least no one would get