The Kiss that Sparked it All

“Come on, Grandma, we’ve got to get to Mr. Lewis-”

Balfour’s tears had barely dried on Alyssa’s shoulder before he lifted his head, urgency in his voice. “We have to hurry. That guy found us, so Mr. Lewis might be in danger!”

Victoria snapped to attention at Balfour’s voice, rushing forward to grab the arm of a nearby officer. “Please, sir, you’ve got to save my dad. He’s still back there, and he could be in danger!”

Alyssa patted Balfour’s hand before turning to Victoria, “Don’t worry, dear, we’re already on it. We’ve split into teams, and one’s already on their way to find your father. We won’t forget him.”

No amount of reassurance seemed to register with Victoria, though. She looked dazed, and Alyssa quickly had someone help her into the car, “Get her some water, and let’s move. Balfour, you get in too.” NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

As for Monkey, even in cuffs, he was struggling, kicking up a fuss. He had tried to bolt, desperate to warn their Boss.

But they were up against a well-equipped police force, and Captain Aidan was taking no chances now that he knew who they were dealing with. All hands on deck to catch the bad guys-there was no chance this big fish was getting away.

Captain Aidan stood firm in front of Monkey.

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a reunion, eh? How many of you are out there?”

Monkey glared at Captain Aidan but kept his mouth shut. He was always a loner, stubborn to the core. In the slammer, he’d somehow clicked with Jaxon and had been unwaveringly loyal ever since.

Jaxon trusted him implicitly, his right-hand man.

Expecting a tough fight, Captain Aidan was buoyed by the early capture of this key criminal.

Time was of the essence, so he led his team towards the courtyard, hoping for more good news, but when they arrived, the scene was a mess.

To everyone’s surprise, all the perps were rounded up.

Sadly, Elton wasn’t in good shape. He was barely hanging on. Victoria threw herself at her father the moment she found him. Covered in wounds, she didn’t know where to touch him. “Daddy, please don’t scare me. What’s happened to you? Get up, we’re safe now, we have to go home!”

Mara, staggering and falling to her knees beside him, cried out, “Dad, wake up! Why won’t you look at me?”

Seeing her father’s battered condition and Victoria’s performance, Mara’s tears soaked the ground. She was livid/ slapping Victoria hard. “This is all your fault! How could Dad end up like this if not for you? Pretending to be the victim, it’s all on you. Give me back my dad!”

Victoria took the slap without a fight, tears streaming down her face.

Mara was right; if not for her, how could her dad be so injured?

The officers were taken aback by the sudden clash between the sisters, quickly pulling Mara aside. Enraged, Mara wanted to lash out at Victoria again, but Balfour stepped in to shield her.

“What are you doing? Think she hasn’t suffered enough?” His words were few, but his eyes conveyed his disapproval. “Enough! If you want to hit or shout at someone, make it me. This is all because of me.”

Mara was already heartbroken, but Balfour’s reproachful gaze cut deeper.

Why did he look at her like that when it was Victoria’s fault? What had she said that was so wrong?