Chapter 91 Bracelet

Chapter 91 Bracelet
Candy gasped waking up from her sleep. It was like a strange feeling that suddenly surge through her. Diego? Her thought remind her and chest tighten.

She sat up, her movement waking Yazmine sleeping beside her up.

"Candy," Her hoarse voice sounded. "You're okay?" She asked.

Candy turned to her and swallowed. "Yaz.. I.." she paused but her lips.

"It's nothing," Candy said. "I just need to go to the restroom."

Yazmine watch her stood and head towards the restroom. She sighed worriedly. Candy should be so happy and cheerful because she finally got what she wanted.. but..

The person she need, is not right here with her.

"When is Mr. President coming back?" Yazmine gaze went to the window. "I hope they are okay."

Minutes later, Candy came out drying her wet hair with a clean towel. She slowly sat beside Yazmine, her look was unreadable.

"You know what condition you are in right now. You shouldn't get yourself worried. It'll only hurt you and your child..."

"Yaz," Candy called causing Yazmine to stop talking. "He'll come back right? I just don't feel good."

Yazmine closed her eyes and open them again. "Let's watch a movie. That should take your mind away from him at least"

Candy didn't argue and just nodded.

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(MOSCOW)

In a dark room sat Jameson. His face paled and wounded. He wasn't putting on any shirt revealing the wounds he got from the battle.

The door opened and a military man stepped in with another following.

"He haven't spoken a word ever since we bought him here," the one behind spoke.

"Hm.. is that so?" The one in front said drawing out a seat and sat before him. He seems to be in an higher rank. His face was hard as stone.

"Tell us why you made a terrorist attack?"

Silence. Jameson didn't budge. The man sighed, looking up at his minior.

"Where's his information?" He asked.

Soon, a file was bought before him and he went through it with focus.

"Jameson Carter? Diego Gonzalez's assistant?" The man frowned. "Leave us" The man said to his minior and watch him leave.

Returning his gaze to Jameson the man lean close.

"My name is Noah and the Diego Gonzalez I know is not a terrorist"

Jameson slowly raised his gaze towards the man. His expression unreadable. One could see the dry tears on his face.. He was injected when he tried to resist the military causing him to pass out.. he had been like this ever since he woke up.

"What happened? Tell me everything.. and I'll help you out" Noah asked in a gentle voice surprising Jameson.

Jameson swallowed.. "The building that collapsed. Those bodies you found.. can I see them?" He finally spoke.

"Sure.. I'll find a way. So tell me everything and your plan"

"I can't right now. Not until I figure out what is really going on.. but we are not terrorist"

Noah nodded understanding Jameson. He didn't expect to know everything right away.

"After you see the bodies. We'll send you back to your country. But you'll still be in jail with your friends. I'll try finding evidence to get you out..."

"Let me see the bodies first" Jameson still want to confirm if his brother is really dead.

Soon, Jameson was led into a room. His eyes set on the bodies aligned in a cue.. they were all covered with white fabrics.

"With the blood group you provided.. these are the bodies that goes with it" Noah said. Due to his higher rank, he was able to do this.

Jameson didn't reply, instead he found Noah a bit strange. He quietly walked in.. there was 20 bodies in total. He reached the first body and took a deep breath. He knew he'll recognize Diego somehow.

He opened the first.. it turned out to be a female all burnt. It was Dona. Jameson didn't waste time to close it back and went for the next.

The next was a huge guy, his arm was nowhere to be found, his neck broken. As Jameson checked the bodies, his heart was pounding hard against his chest.

How much had these people suffered before death took them away..

If he doesn't see Diego's body here, there's still no guarantee that he is alive.

Finally, he reached the last one. The height was the same as Diego.. He took a deep breath and opened it. His breath halt as he carefully observe it with a small frown. The body was burnt, so he couldn't tell well..

His eyes settle in the fist of the body which was tightly clinched. The person must have been holding onto something dear to him.

Jameson reached for it and slowly open it. A gasp left his lips as he slowly fell to his knee.

It was the bracelet..

'You've never wore a bracelet before. From Candy right?'

Jameson recalled asking Diego in the plane.

'Hm, she gave me last night. A lucky bracelet' He recalled Diego's reply.

"Fuck!!!" Jameson screamed insanely, his hand held the burnt body tight. He can't just die like this!

No he can't!

Noah stood in his place letting the man pour his heart out emotion.

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However, in a dark room, Griffin took his glass of wine in his table and bought it to his lips.

Mission accomplished.. he thought.

Jameson and the others were being transferred back to the country.. that way he'll be able to keep an eye on them.

The man Noah was his ally.. Griffin was able to gain his trust promising him a lot of power once they achieve their goal.

Griffin had confirmed the body first before Jameson. Though he still has his doubt but who the hell will to survive could the bomb attack?

His phone rang disrupting his thought. He picked it up instantly.

"They've arrived" A voice on the other side sounded. It was Noah. "I couldn't gain Jameson's trust but he confirmed one body as Diego's"

"Hm, I'll let you know what's next. You'll finally get the power you've always wanted" He smirked. When the call cut, his door flew open.

Venessa stepped in with an upset look as he approached Griffin.

"Why did you refuse to see me? That aside, you killed the entire clan? I thought you were..."

"Shhhh" Griffin shut her up and stepped towards her. He held her chin up and draw his face close.

"The main thing is that we won. Diego is gone and I'm going to take over the Gonzalez soon. How about a good fuck to celebrate?" He grabbed her ass lifting her up and throw her on his king sized bed.

"Those lives. There was just too much of them, at least you could have..."

"Shut up!" Griffin growled, his look scaring her. He hovered over her.

This man is scary, he is a beast. How did she get herself tangled with him? Griffin draw his lips close her ear, with one hand cupping her left boobs.

"I need pussy whore. Present yourself" He whispered.

Venessa breath erratically not being able to move. Her expression made him chuckled darkly.

"Are you scared of me?" He asked.

Venessa swallowed the lump in her throat. "You shouldn't have kill those people.. some might have family.." Venessa's eyes teared up.

"They are bunch of criminals, who cares!" He roared swiftly holding her neck glaring so cold at her. "Well, you are getting on my nerves whore. I should punish you"

Griffin ripped Venessa dress, grazing his teeth hard on her neck. She yelped at the pain and gasped when the man ripped her undies too touching her barely ready pussy.

He position his large ready member to her entrance and thrust his entire length violently into her.

Venessa cried rented the room. She tried to escape his hold but Griffin and reach for her face pinning it down to the bed.

"Please! Easy!! Ouch!!"