Jaxon was alone on the balcony smoking when Nicko appeared from behind. The two guys stood parallel to the railing, seemingly in silence. Jaxon made the motion of passing smokes between them, indicating whatever had been previously forgotten between them.Now one could see the two males sharing a cigarette. They were admiring the lovely sky, which had a layer of Milky Way far above them.They both have access to a view of the night sky on this island, which is uncommon in urban areas. The sky there was considerably brighter than what they were accustomed to. Additionally, the moon’s crimson light seems to hover gracefully amid the various nighttime sights as if trying to distract the watchers’ gaze from what lies below.Jaxon finally spoke after a long silence. He held his stiff neck from looking up too long.In between cigarette puffs, he added, “Mia met Disya at De La Crush.”Nicko just nodded and murmured in response while placing the end of his cigarette in the ashtray.“She also
Salvador arrived at their hidden island a few hours after the morning had passed. However, Fabiana was not among the people taken by the man.“Did you leave her in Chicago?”Jaxon’s gaze followed the people Salvador had brought to their island, one by one.“Yes,” the man said as he approached Gioluca’s nursing home. “But don’t be concerned. That woman is in a safe house, and only a few people I trust and I know about it.”Jaxon was aware that asking someone how effective they were at establishing people in organizations similar to their own would undermine their credibility. He stopped asking inquiries as a result.“Has Uncle Gio’s consciousness returned?”The question made Jaxon aware of his wandering thoughts.“He's still sleeping. And trust me, you have to be careful when you talk to the elderly guy about Mia and Disya.”Salvador gave Jaxon a weak smile. He was already aware that this was devastating news for him.“I see what you mean.”When the two arrived at Gioluca’s treatment f
Jaxon walked into the family’s living room, and there sat Jeff Bradwood, accompanied by his stepmother, Ruby. Jeff’s shoulders tensed as he noticed the presence of Red Cage members in the room, even though he had heard them before reaching the gate. However, seeing the parade of men enter the room, Jeff couldn’t even move from his seat on the sofa.“Jeff,” Jaxon said, putting his hands in his trouser pockets.Instead of responding, Jeff Bradwood simply cleared his throat and looked around. He consciously avoided his son’s bored stare.Jaxon’s gaze was drawn to Ruby, who smiled sensuously. But he ignored her. His attention was drawn back to his father, who was attempting to maintain a poker face.“I see you’re doing well,” Jaxon said as he sat down on the couch and made small talk.He gave the two people in front of him a difficult-to-read look.Meanwhile, the rest of the Red Cage appeared to be dispersed throughout the room. He seems to be on guard and keeping an eye on the situation.
Mia appears to be talking and laughing with Disya in the gazebo when they both hear footsteps from the right side of the garden. At the same time, the women turned to face the source of the voice, who was none other than Allana.Mia greeted the arrival of her closest maids with a smile and invited her to join the table. On the other hand, Allana refused, turning her head slightly towards the path she had been on.Mia and Disya were also drawn to the female servant’s gaze. However, they discovered nothing, which puzzled Mia.“What exactly is it?”Allana returned her gaze to the two women in front of her and responded with a wave of hesitation.“There is... someone who wishes to meet... you and Miss Flontin,” she said, looking over at Disya, who was still sitting quietly with a cup of tea in her hand.Mia’s brows rose to her brows upon hearing this explanation.“Would you like to... see this person?” she asked, unsure.Because no one would look for her during her time in Aurelia, especi
I’d want to thank My Black Suit King’s readers. As you can see, this novel’s first season recently ended. The second season of this book will be published together with the original Indonesian novel. You will receive an updating notice for as long as this book in your library. Alternatively, you may search for my name, Blezzia. Feel free to look at this original novel with title “The King of Denver” to find out if the second season of the Indonesian book has begun.Does this novel have a series?Yes, this novel is related to several other books but can be read separately. This is the main series of other books, so for those who have read this book, it will be easier for you to know the storyline of my several other books too.Next month, I will release a new book that has also been completed. You can check out this book; “Mr. Hagen’s Obsession”.There will be this English Book translation launched next month^^So, you don’t have to worry about waiting for the continuation of my new no
Chicago, Illinois Painful screams could be heard through the door of the delivery room in the old hospital. Two men standing guard in front of the room endured their pain when the screams resumed. Dell Rosie, standing not far from the delivery bed, looked still, watching a nurse and a middle-aged doctor who helped give birth to a woman. Now and then, he glanced at his colleague, who was also watching from the corner room. There was a sound of a baby crying after a long struggle. Her loud voice filled the tension in the room. “Once again, Ma’am,” said the doctor with a low voice. “Inhale and exhale slowly.” “I can’t anymore,” hissed the woman. Rosie approached the delivery bed and said sternly, “If you choose to die here, Cinzia, imagine what will happen to these babies.” The woman moaned in tears at his words. “Please don’t hurt them,” she whispered in a hoarse voice that barely drained from screaming. The man paused again and signaled to the doctor to finish the labor immedi
It’s eleven o’clock on Blueberry Hill. A small town not far from the state of Michigan now looks dead with no activity after ten. Street lights could be seen lighting up the city, and only the howling of stray dogs was heard in the small town of fewer than five thousand people. Mia, who works at a restaurant in Blueberry Hill, looks busy cleaning kitchen utensils and floors. She wanted to hurry home, but doing it all herself made her discouraged. Usually, Matt, her boss, helps out, but today the man went out of town and gave Mia an assignment while Dorothy had already back home before closing. Once her work is done, Mia turns off the lights and locks the restaurant door. She walked toward her apartment five blocks away. The 22-year-old girl is accustomed to going home alone on foot because Blueberry Hill is a safe place with no criminal reports for more than six decades. All residents there are more accustomed to walking than contributing to air pollution by driving a car. On the w
Mia took a deep breath. She stared at the shabby motel on the side of the road not far from her destination city, Denver. After a long debate with herself, Mia finally decided to get out of the old truck that the middle-aged man had given her. The deal was for her to give a yellow envelope to a man named Jaxon Bradwood that was safely tucked away in her backpack without opening or breaking the envelope, sealed as it was first given, and after that, she was free to go anywhere. It seemed like an easy task, but something amiss had been on Mia’s head ever since she left Blueberry. She still didn’t believe that middle-aged man. Arguing for a long time with her thoughts, Mia decided to stay at one old motel. She had no choice. She realized she could not last long in Denver with two thousand dollars. A cheap room can save a few bucks for other necessities. The following day, Mia decided to continue the journey. Two hours later, she arrived in Denver and chose to stop at a restaurant befo