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This space is dedicated to my Duskwood and Moonvale fanfiction — the stories that pulled me back into writing and reminded me why I fell in love with creating in the first place. While I’m also a published writer outside of Tumblr, this blog is where I get to write freely, obsess over characters, explore ideas that won’t leave my head, and just have fun with storytelling again.
Here you’ll find post-Episode 10 fanfics, prompts, ongoing stories, and plenty of late-night inspiration turned into words.
Writing has become such a huge part of who I am, whether it’s professionally published work or self-indulgent fanfiction written at 2AM because a scene wouldn’t leave me alone. Both versions of writing matter to me equally.
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Published author, fanfic writer, and someone who will always write simply because I love it.
This space is dedicated to my Duskwood and Moonvale fanfiction — the stories that pulled me back into writing and reminded me why I fell in love with creating in the first place. While I’m also a published writer outside of Tumblr, this blog is where I get to write freely, obsess over characters, explore ideas that won’t leave my head, and just have fun with storytelling again.
Here you’ll find post-Episode 10 fanfics, prompts, ongoing stories, and plenty of late-night inspiration turned into words.
Writing has become such a huge part of who I am, whether it’s professionally published work or self-indulgent fanfiction written at 2AM because a scene wouldn’t leave me alone. Both versions of writing matter to me equally.
Thank you for reading and supporting my little corner of the fandom ♡
Happy reading.
Want to know me outside of the fandom? Follow me here
if a story is in red that means there are trigger warnings or for 18 plus. if a story has a ✧ it means that story is done.
This chapter was written by @rubyravenxxx I am posting this on her behalf with full credit to her.
TW: Mentioning of death and blood.
"Alan, this is not the way to spend time with me," she stated.
Alan just shrugged while looking down at Jake. Jake tried to wipe the green stains from his clothes from the fall. Alan's mouth turned up maliciously at Jake's distraction. He grabbed Mae by the hair and threw her to the ground. Jake heard her scream and started to intervene, but Alan kicked Jake in the stomach, making him fall to the ground, groaning in pain. While Jake held his stomach to keep from throwing up, Alan took that as his chance.
"Alan!" Mae yelled. "What is wrong with you?"
He didn't answer. He kept his grip on her hair and pulled her up to him, looking deep into her eyes. In one quick movement, his hands grabbed her shoulder and pushed her hard against the tree trunk. She arched her back in pain and tears streamed down her cheeks.
"I just want to spend time with you," he said, laughing.
She wanted to help Jake but didn't see him lying on the floor where he was before. Alan reached out with his hand and just before his hand could hit Mae's cheek, someone pulled him back and threw him to the ground. Blue eyes pierced the boy on the ground and his black hair blew in the breeze that passed. He saw in the blue eyes a sea storm at night, controlled by Poseidon.
"Touch her again and you will bitterly regret it!" He said in a calm, but for his age very deep voice.
Alan swallowed hard and tried to get up, but Jake put his foot on his stomach, forcing him to lie down. He applied some pressure and stared deeply into Alan's eyes.
"Say it!" He commanded.
Alan whimpered when Jake increased the pressure. "I won't touch her again," the young boy gasped.
"And?" Jake demanded.
"I won't hurt her again!" He choked out.
"And?" He demanded again.
"And what?" He asked, scared for his life.
Jake just glared at him, staring through his twisted soul. He moved his shoe to his chest and pressed his toe on his neck, but did no harm.
"Apologize to her!" He yelled.
"I'm sorry MC!" He rasped out. "So sorry!"
Mae didn't answer and looked down dejectedly and an unusual feeling spread in Alan's stomach. He almost felt sorry for her when he saw her scraped chin. But only almost.
Jake took his foot off Alan and he knew he had better leave before Jake completely lost his temper. When Alan got to his feet, he immediately ran back home. But on the way there he started crying and didn't understand why it was ok if his father did this to Sarah but if he wanted to do it to Mae it wasn't ok.
He kept running and was more than happy to see that he was home alone. He changed his clothes to hide the dirt so he wouldn't have to answer questions later. He decided to have a drink and walked past the living room. There he saw the mess left by his father after beating up Sarah. And since Sarah hadn't cleaned it up, she might have to go through the same thing again tonight.
He held his glass under the tap and poured the glass half full and drank it down in quick gulps. After the glass was empty he decided to put it in the living room so Sarah wouldn't have to suffer too much pain because somehow he felt sorry for her.
Alan walked into his father's office and looked around in awe. The furniture was powerful and showed Angus' character. He searched through all the drawers out of sheer curiosity, since he adored his father.
In the bottom drawer he found something hard under a stained cloth. Curious, he pulled out the object and unwrapped it free. Shock overwhelmed him and he dropped the object.
A knife.
A bloody knife.
Why did he keep something like this?
His father would never kill anyone himself. He always let his people do the dirty work. He himself only handed out the orders. At least that's what Alan heard.
Whose blood was on that knife?
Suddenly, he heard the front door open and heavy footsteps in the house. He immediately recognized the footsteps as his father's. The footsteps came closer while Alan was still standing in the office, staring at the knife on the ground, lost in thought.
In a flash, he picked up the knife, wrapped it back in the cloth, and put it back in the drawer. He pushed the drawer shut, but something stopped it from closing completely. He kicked it with his foot and finally the drawer was closed.
He didn't have time to leave the office, so he pretended he was still just looking around. His father came into his office with firm steps since he had seen that the door was open.
"What are you doing here?" He hissed, clearly warning him.
He turned to his father and his angry eyes turned to confusion. "Alan, what's that on your cheek?"
In reflex, Alan rubbed his cheek and hissed softly as a searing pain shot through his cheek. When he looked at his fingers there was some blood on them and he realized that he must have hurt himself when he fell on the ground.
"What exactly happened Alan?" His father asked him, holding him captive with his eyes.
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Jake turned to Mae and hugged her as she cried as the shock finally wore off. She clung tightly to him and kept thanking him for helping her. Her sobs stopped over time and she slowly pulled away from him.
She put her hand on his stomach worriedly. "Are you all right?" She asked.
"Yes, it's all good," he lied.
In reality, he just wanted to lay down on the floor and scream in pain, but he bit it back. Instead, he took Mae's face in his hands and looked at her chin.
"We should go home, this doesn't look good."
Before Jake could turn around, Mae quickly pecked his cheek, causing him to blush intensely. She grinned, but blushed herself when she realized what she had done. He took her hand, smiling, and walked towards her home. When they get home, the two are greeted by Mary, who looks down at Mae with concern.
"Oh dear, what happened?" She asked, worried. "Did you fall from this tree again?"
"Yes, but I didn't climb that high this time," she lied, not wanting to cause any drama.
"Come on, I'll take care of your chin," Mary said, not really believing her. She looked at Jake, "There is some food for you in the kitchen if you are hungry."
While Mary and Mae went to the bathroom, Jake went into the kitchen and sat at the dining table. He felt kinda bad eating alone, but his stomach gave him away. He ate the bread that Mary had lovingly prepared for him, but quickly lost his appetite.
Now that he wasn't distracted anymore, he was worried about his mother. Worry drained his hunger and he slumped in his chair. All he wanted was for her to come back safe and sound. But something inside him said he would never see her again. But he chose not to go along with the feeling and kept hoping for the best.
He went into the living room where he had a good view of the street and watched the city life. All sorts of people walked there. Couples, people alone, vendors on their way to their shop. Wives who have just bought food at the market. People who just wanted to take a little walk through the city.
The street was quite long and if you turned left at the top you came to the market. His mother always headed straight to the flower shop as she just loved being surrounded by plants. Suddenly, a woman came walking around the corner with a tall man by her side. He didn't know this man but this woman was familiar to Jake.
Blond hair that was almost white like snow.
Her walk seemed so familiar to him.
Was it her?
Without thinking, he ran out of the house, calling for his mother like the little boy he was. He ignored the worried looks of passers-by and tried to get the woman's attention. It was as if everyone knew who he was and what had happened to his mother. He kept calling after the woman, but she didn't respond.
He felt a large hand on his shoulder. The woman suddenly disappeared, he didn't see her anywhere. His eyes searched desperately for her. He turned to meet the eyes of whoever had caused him to lose sight of her. It was Charles.
"Son," he began. "Why are you screaming for your mother?"
"She walked that way!" he almost screamed and started to cry, all his dams bursting. "I swear I saw her!"
"Jake…"
Charles hugged him and gave him comfort and a shoulder to cry on. He may be more mature than other kids, but that doesn't mean he doesn't resemble them. Every child asks for its own mother. The pain of not seeing their mother for a long time is unbearable.
After Jake had calmed down a bit, Charles took him back into the house. He sat down at the dining table with Jake and kept him company while he made sure he ate the rest of his meal. Mae had noticed what had happened outside and sat down next to Jake and took his hand and squeezed it tightly.
"Are you okay, Jake?" she asked, even though she knew he wasn't.
"Yes," he lied again and gasped when he wanted to get up from the chair and held his stomach in pain.
"Son?" Charles asked, worried. "What is wrong?"
"Your belly, Jake!" she yelled, worried.
"What is with his belly?" Mary asked.
Mae began to stutter but quickly pulled herself together. "He fell on his belly when he tried to catch me."
"Oh dear," Mary sighed. "Come on, Jake. Should I take a look?"
He just nodded his thanks and went to the bathroom with her as well, but Mae followed them. Jake pulled up his shirt and his whole stomach was bright red and one thing was clear, this was going to bruise. Mary couldn't do anything about it and just advised Jake to take it easy.
As they exited the bathroom, they heard the front door slam shut. Charles stood at the door and looked at the door as if he had seen a ghost.
"Charles?" Mary asked. "Is everything ok, sweetheart?"
He just turned around and his gaze lingered on Jake. He was pale as chalk and looked desperately to Mary for help before his gaze wandered back to Jake. Frightened, Jake grabbed Mae's hand and looked Charles in the eyes, begging.
The silence was way too loud, so Jake decided to break it. "Is there finally any news about my mother?"
Charles just nodded, his throat as dry as the desert. Mary sensed there was bad news. She pulled herself together because of the kids, but inside she was screaming at Charles to come out with the truth.
"Papa?" Mae's soft voice snapped him out of his shock.
He swallowed hard to wet his throat to break the news to the little boy. He closed his eyes for a moment to calm himself before finally speaking.
"They found your mother." He looked sympathetically into Jake's eyes.
"How-" His voice broke, clearing his throat he started his question over again. "How… How is she?"
Again Charles looked to Mary for help, but he saw the tears forming in her eyes. She blinked back tears and gently cupped Jake's shoulders in her hands to support him. Jake sensed that whatever Charles was going to say now, he wasn't going to like it.
"She is no more, Jake." Charles almost whispered.
"What do you mean she is no more?" He asked, tears welling up in his eyes.
"They found a body by the river," he gulped hard. "The body has been identified as your mother."
Charles thought Jake was about to burst into tears, but there was no reaction from him. Jake stared straight ahead past Charles to the wall. His world shattered around him, his worst thought confirmed.
He knew that tears won't bring her back. So he didn't cry. He just stood there, feeling alone and cut off from the outside world. He felt darkness spreading around him and he greeted it with a warm heart. The storm of concern for his mother had subsided and dead silence reigned within him.
His heart beat slowly and joined the darkness. In the background he heard quick footsteps and loud sobbing followed by heavy footsteps. He was on the edge of a deep black hole, he staggered on the edge and fell into it.
Light broke through the darkness like the sun after a long night. The light held him like a rope and pulled him out of the hole. On his knees he crawled toward the golden glow in the darkness and gratefully took his rescuer's hand.
Finally he opened his eyes and he was on his knees, hazel eyes looking at him sympathetically. Her cheeks were wet from all the tears and concern in her eyes for her best friend. She hugged him tightly and hesitantly he wrapped his arms around her back.
But still no tears.
Something died inside him.
Still, he enjoyed Mae's hug and appreciated her affection. The familiar scent comforted him. His heart was still surrounded by darkness, forgetting what love felt like.
The day passed slowly, everyone cried except him. But when Mary put him to bed in the evening and she left the room, the suppressed tears came.
"Mama," he whispered into the darkness while big tears ran down his cheeks into his ears.
He curled up like a fetus, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. Tears stinging his face, he sobbed himself to sleep. Nightmares haunted him all night.
He woke up in bed in the middle of the night to find a person bending over him. Despite the darkness, he could see her smile. He realized there was a light source somewhere in the room. He found a candle behind her that someone was holding. But his eyes were fixed on the person above him. That smell of lavender and that lovely smile were familiar to him. Her hair brushed his shoulders as she kissed his forehead. Her snub nose brushed his as she sat up again.
Her brown eyes looked at him lovingly, tears welling up in them. Her sharp chin glistened under the candlelight. The candlelight behind her made her look like an angel.
"I love you my son, please never forget this," she whispered to him before she distanced herself.
Another tall, broad-set male figure stood behind her. He put his hand on her shoulder and gently stroked her arm. He leaned towards her ear.
"We have to go," he whispered, looking around the room.
"I know," she sobbed quietly.
They both left the room and his eyes met hers before she left the room. He watched as the darkness swallowed her slim yet strong body.
He woke up screaming in his bed again and realized it was only a dream. But something inside him screamed that it wasn't a dream. He could still feel her lips on his forehead and the scent of lavender still lingered in the air.
The door flew open and a panicked Charles stood in the doorway. He had heard him scream and wanted to look for him. He saw Jake's scared face and ran to his bed.
"Jake, my boy," he began. "What is wrong? We heard you scream."
"Mama!" He only yelled.
Charles looked at the little boy in confusion and behind him Mary crept up who finally got up to check on Jake as well. She sat down on the bed next to Charles who wrapped his hand around her waist.
"She was here!" Jake exclaimed. "You have to believe me! I smelled her scent!"
Mary froze and when she smelled the scent of lavender in the air, goosebumps ran over her body, which Charles could feel under his hand. He looked at her worried, but Mary pulled herself together for Jake. She saw an unfamiliar bouquet of lavender on the dresser.
"There's a small bouquet of lavender over there," she pointed her finger at the bouquet on the dresser. She used this as her chance to find an excuse for the smell in the air. "We wanted you to sleep peacefully."
She picked up the bouquet and took it out with her. She helped Jake get back to sleep and then left the room with Charles, the lavender bouquet firmly in her hands. Arriving in her bedroom, she looked at Charles uncertainty and he had the same look on his face.
"Who put the lavender bouquet there?" both asked at the same time and stared at each other in disbelief when they realized that it hadn't been either of them.
A/N: From this point forward these are chapters that weren't posted previously. I hope you all enjoy! If you need a refresher don't be afraid to go back to the master list to read everything
Stumbling through the city of Duskwood he found himself outside his home, his father's words ran through his mind over and over again. He found himself leaning against the pillar in the front of the house.
'Go home to your wife and your son. Don’t worry yourself over this woman any longer.'
He felt the rage building up inside him. Of course he worried about Janice. She was his first true love, she gave him his first son. If he hadn't listened to his father he would be going home to them tonight. Instead he staring at this house, the same house he had only because there was a standard this family had to hold up too. The family inside was due to what his father wanted and at this moment he wanted none of it.
She heard the door opening as she sat in the parlor. It was nothing new him coming home at this hour. She knew nothing of the family business that she was forced to marry into and had no desire to learn it. She learned with Agnus her duty in this house was to keep him and Alan happy.
He saw her sitting there staring into the fire with a drink in her had, Sarah Anne. She was a beauty to most men that came across her but to Angus, she was a reminder daily of the life he lost simply because their fathers made an agreement. He didn't have an ounce of love for her and honestly despised her, tonight after seeing Janice that feeling was worse.
She heard his heavy footsteps coming behind her, she could feel the anger radiating from him as soon as he stepped foot in the room. She had only hoped Alan was deep asleep in his bed. Turning around she was met with his blue eyes, turned dark, and she knew there was no stopping him. It was something she had gotten use to over these years.
His eyes left her and fell on the table that you could barely see dirt on but tonight he saw it. He grabbed her wrist tightly snapping his head back to her as he cletched his jaw. "Why can't you do anything right, Sarah?" His words roared through the house.
"I'm sorry Angus," she looked at the table he just had. "I'll get it cleaned up." She could smell the whiskey on his breath and he smelled of another woman as well. Refusing to let the tears fall out of her eyes she shut then tight to regain her composure. Sarah didn't know who this other woman was but she didn't care. In her heart she knew there was someone else he loved, someone from before she came along.
Angus grabbed her chin squeezing it tightly causing her eyes shoot open from the pain. "You should know better by now." He pushed her back, causing her to fall to the floor. His evil grin prominently on his face. No love could be found in his heart for this woman. He felt nothing but anger towards her for ruining the one thing he loved.
Kicking her side and a smile formed as he heard her whelp in pain. This was only the start of the night as he needed to get his anger out. He noticed her eyes at the doorway and turned to see his young boy, Alan, standing in the door looking half asleep.
"Son, what do you need?" Angus heard Sarah's voice from the floor under him. He hated when she showed weakness especially in front of their son and this was going to be a lesson for Alan.
He knelt down and grabbed her hair, "You speak only when spoken too. I will not let my son see a woman try and control anything in this world." His head turned towards the little one. "Son, why don't you sit down. This should be a lesson for you, for your future wife." His grip was still in her dark blonde hair. He noticed the fear in her eyes and smirked ear from ear.
Alan sat down on the couch, he just wanted a drink tonight but here he was, once again being forced to watch. He did not want too but what his father wanted it was to happen. His blue eyes looked over at his mama and saw how scared she was and watched his fathers hand slap her face. He turned away, he didn't want to teach his future wife like this. The young boy already had his eyes on a girl but she never gave him the time of day. She was always hand in hand with another boy, someone who didn't deserve her. He looked back at his father as he thought of her, maybe showing her some manners would change her mind.
Sarah laid there accepting her fate, she knew who his heart belonged to and there was nothing she could do to be this woman. Even when she tried to be like her it was never enough. She also knew about Jacob and the house they were living in, Agnus paid for without anyone known, or so he thought. She was smart though, she saw the records and the timing of everything. However, she was unsure how much more of this should could take. Losing track of the hits and kicks from her husband tonight she felt weak. Unsure if she was going to be able to get Alan back to sleep after this but in her mind she knew she had too.
Alan sat their forced to watch it all until his father stood up and walked out of the room. He looked at his mother as she laid there for a moment trying not to show him her pain but he saw it. Taking a deep breathe he left and went back to bed, skipping the entire reason he had woken up.
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Finding herself outside of what was supposed guest bedroom, Mary was certain this was going to become Jacob's room. She had promised to always take care of him. She was going to hell or high water. She was holding onto her family rose beads praying for her friend and this boy she watched over.
Unsure why she hadn't thought of a small cup of verviene tea to help the boy sleep until tonight, she was thankful for it though. It wasn't a tea she normally gave the children as it could be too much for them but he needed something.
Maebelle had shown her concern for the boy and how tired he always was just that day. This was no doubt to Mary that her daughter was attached to this boy even if she didn't understand it yet.
She hoped her prayers wouldn't go unanswered as she wasn't normally the praying type. However, the longer Janice was missing the more she worried. She had no doubt her and Charles could raise another boy but he wasn't use to this life. The life of luxury and comfort was foreign to him and his mother.
She closed the door leaving it slightly ajared to head to sleep. She found herself crawling into bed with Charles still awake and he knew she had been keeping watch over Jake. One thing for certain, that little boy would always be family to them.
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Standing under the old willow tree Mae was holding Jake's hand as they sat on one of the sturdy parts of the trunk that had split and curved up. She had noticed he had a bit more energy today but was still lost in his own mind. She stood up so she was in front of his face as she balanced herself against him and the tree. She gently grabbed his chin and looked into his blue eyes. She saw the difference between them even at the age of five but she didn't care. Her soul knew she never wanted to imagine a life without him in it.
Feeling her lean into him, he could not help but smile. Their connection was unbreakable and Jake knew it. However, he knew there was something wrong with his mother. The recurring dream of being trapped never stopped but last night he had seen her in it. It was his worst nightmare. Trying to calm his heart he pulled Mae closer. Not a word between them was spoken but the words weren't needed. Somehow they brought security to each other. Both their heads lifted from their hold as they heard someone call for her.
"MC!" A boy's voice yelled through willow branches.
Mae instantly huffed, Jake knew she was frustrated with who that voice belonged too. She had no interest in him and had made it clear.
"There you are MC," Alan stated walking into the willow tree and seeing her and Jake there. He never understood why she was attached to him but he was going to change that one way or another.
"What do you want Alan?" The young girl states, trying not fall from the tree even though Jake was holding her tight.
"Just wanted to see if my favorite person wanted to play in the trees," his sly smiled scared Mae and she clung on tighter to Jake.
"She's good here with me, Alan" the boy states, staring him down. He wasn't afraid of Alan and he had made it known. Alan wasn't having this conversation with Jake and decided to grab the branch his back was on and shake it cause them both to lose their balance.
As Mae and Jake fall to the ground under them a huff comes from the girl. She didn't understand why Alan had done that. She found herself looking up at him as he put his hand out for her but refused to take it. "Alan, this is not the way to spend time with me."
Darkness. The room was oppressed under the thick heavy film of night. Candles on the desk had long since gutted out. All was still. Briefly an orange amber glow appeared in the corner of the room followed by a large puff of smoke that disturbed the currents of the air, extending outward in ripples.
The gentleman was seated in a tall wingback armchair, upholstered above carved wooden legs of rich mahogany. The arched padded back showcased the embroidered armorial of his family. He was the last of their line. The end of generations of men bearing his name and crest. Few knew his ancestral name and fewer still knew his given name, the one his father bestowed upon him at birth.
To some he was known as Archon, the leader, but most of them had no image of the man belonging to that name, as he led from the shadows. He preferred the darkness behind the scenes and rarely shared the light, airy rooms of his followers. On the few occasions he had visited the White Night training facility and headquarters, he had spoken to no one and not a soul had known their leader was walking among them.
While the number who knew his face were few, the amount who had heard his voice were far fewer. Only Arthur, the public head of the organization, had conversed with him in person and then only on the rarest of occasions. Most of their correspondence was done through secure handwritten letters conveyed between the men by a single loyal individual.
Arthur had insisted on discussing the lastest matter of this woman’s mission in person. He had questioned Archon’s reasoning and almost became impertinent to the point of insubordination. This was not the kind of behavior that he was used to receiving from Arthur. In fact, he couldn’t remember any other circumstance where Arthur had been so passionate about an order or mission given to him. He would have thought that Arthur had feelings for this woman, but that was impossible. Archon had picked him as the visible leader of the White Nights because of Arthur’s ability to shut out all emotions. That he was infatuated with one of the women under his command was ludicrous. And yet the doubt lingered in Archon’s mind, setting him ill at ease.
He never really felt at ease, not completely. Balancing two opposing lives had a way of doing that to someone. While he was known as Archon to some, to another less noble group he had a different name, Anax. He wasn’t an unseen puppeteer in that role, instead he was quite visible to those he worked with and quite intimidating. Many in the underbelly of society knew him as Lord Anax, head of the most profitable drug organization in the region. That position, however, was being challenged by Richard Barnett and his family business of running drugs. This development was unacceptable, requiring his full attention and cunning.
The glow of embers appeared again as the cigar was raised to his lips. He savored the taste of the rolled tobacco leaves, as the smoke sat in his mouth, before he released it into the dark stagnant air. It was one of his true pleasures in life, the flavors of fine tobacco imported from across the ocean, from the Caribbean. There was a place he could have really flourished, if only he had left this dreary city for the adventure of the sea when he was young. His body was old now and any dreams he once had were just delegated to the unending list of stories that could have been, but would never be. He would not let go of what he had built here without a fight.
It had come as a shock, when he had learned of this Janice woman. She was a member of his White Nights, the nobler side of his personal underground empire. He had learned she was connected with the younger Barnett, Angus. That she had even bore him a son. This matter had to be dealt with swiftly and in secret. A connection between the two halves of his life could ruin everything.
It was easy to send her off on that dangerous mission. To throw her right in front of the lion in his den. She might have connections with Barnett’s son, but he was confident that would not stop the father from dealing with her severely. It was almost as certain as if he had shot her himself with the antique pistol he inherited from his own father. He imagined she was already lying dead, waiting to be rolled into the murky river, and sucked down into the voracious mud and muck that made up the riverbed.
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Angus Barnett paced the wooden floor of his father’s office. Listening to the sound of his own footfalls as he walked back and forth. He was anxious and that presented itself as nervous energy. Why was Janice there at the docks? What had she been doing hiding in the shadows? She was the last person Angus expected to see there. That was not the Janice he knew, the one that he had fallen in love with all those years ago. That woman was humble, kind, and one could even say a bit simple. Angus doubted that she would have been able to withstand the rigors that came with living a double life. Never would she have been hiding behind barrels, eavesdropping on conversations, or be involved in anything related to the drug trade. But here she was, right in the middle of it all. If she hadn’t spotted him, she could have come and gone without them even knowing.
The sound of the sturdy office door opening caused Angus to turn sharply in his course across the room. As Richard Barnett entered the room, the space seemed to diminish in volume. It was as if his presence caused the air to still to the point of being stagnant and the space became dwarfed by his massive bulk. He was a tall, thick, muscular man creating almost a perfect rectangle of void where he stood. Large squared shoulders, followed by equally firm biceps. There was not a single part of him that could be called small.
Seeing the two men next to each other, one could clearly see the family resemblance in their facial features, but that is where the comparison ended. Angus did not have his father’s advantage of height or the barreled chested presence his body conveyed. Not that he was short or slim in stature, Angus was neither of those, but he could never measure up when compared to his father, no one could. Richard Barnett cast a big shadow and Angus was used to being swallowed up within it.
Angus went to speak immediately as the other man entered the room, but his father held up a hand silencing him till he had poured his liquor and seated himself squarely behind his massive oak desk, one that would have looked humorously oversized were another man to sit behind it, but it fit Richard perfectly. It only added to the presence he conveyed, which was the reason he handled all of his most important conversations perched behind it, like a bird of prey waiting for the right moment to swoop down.
“Angus,” his deep voice rumbled out. That voice was all the more intimidating for its sweet, almost melodic quality. It was like sugar syrup coating your throat before the bitter poison is swallowed, making you blissfully unaware that in a few moments you will be convulsing on the floor. “My son. You seem agitated. What is on your mind?” The older man was far too calm knowing where this conversation would be headed.
“Where is she? What have you done with her?” The words flew out of Angus’ mouth, there was no holding them in as he was speaking with pure emotion, no longer able to wear a mask of indifference.
“She? Who are you speaking of, my son?” The old man continued to play the game. The composure in his voice as he denied knowing the situation being discussed only fueled Angus’ frustration further.
“Janice!” The spit flew from his lips as he shouted her name. Angus had done what his father desired back then. He had given up the woman he loved and married another. Dutifully, he had gotten his wife pregnant and provided the son that would continue on the family name and legacy. Angus thought he had been successful in hardening his heart, but when he saw Janice there on the dock, held between two of his father’s men, the iron casing dropped away revealing the warm beating organ long forgotten.
When he caught the piercing look in his father’s eye, Angus was sorry that he hadn’t ripped that weakness from his chest. He questioned the reason he was standing here, in this office, seeking answers about a woman who held no love for him. Angus had asked her to run away with him. To forsake everything, just to be together far from this dirty, wretched town. All she would say in reply was that she had her reason for staying and that had proved to Angus that his father was right, at least in as much as she hadn’t truly loved him.
Months later, Angus had found out that reason included being with child. Wasn’t that further proof of her lack of affection? They could have been together, the three of them, a happy family somewhere far away from here, but by the time he found out, it was too late. His wife was well-on with child, solidifying his father’s plan for his life. The sound of a heavy chair being pushed back sharply caused Angus to refocus on that same man now standing in front of him.
Richard rose, towering over his only child. His voice was hard as ice and sharp as a dagger when he spoke. “Are you questioning my reasoning, boy?” He slammed his glass down on the desk puncuating his point. The loud noise as it hit the wood filled the room in the sudden silence that followed his words. He continued, “That woman at the dock was not the one you had known. She wasn’t just out for a casual walk at that hour nor did she just happen to squat down behind a few barrels that were conveniently placed where she could listen to our conversations. There is more to this than you know. And I will not have my authority as head of The Family questioned. Not even by my own blood.”
Sitting in his chair again, Richard took a long swig finishing the dredges of his drink. “Go home to your wife and your son,” he spoke in a softer voice. “Don’t worry yourself over this woman any longer.”
That was the end of it. He knew that his father would not hear another word. Standing with a sigh, he turned and left the office heading into the chilly darkness of the night. Instead of going home though, he walked down the street to the Wreaked Gull, a local tavern he had never visited before as he normally patronized bars owned by his father, where he could get both drinks and entertainment for free. Tonight he didn’t want to go anywhere that would remind him of that man, of the power he held over this city, or of the power he held over him. Angus wanted to forget, if only for tonight.
So i have come to realize we stopped Before the Lies at chapter 10 and still a few more chapters to post. I am reaching out to the other authors to make sure its okay I can use their chapters but then I will be finishing the story. Finishing Before the Lies and moving onto what would of been story 3 of this.
I honestly forgot how much I fell in love with what was created and I can't wait to keep this going.
A/N: this is the prequel to the beloved Trap of Lies 1700 dark AU. If you are just finding this story i recommend starting there and also catching up on the masterlist. The events that happen in this story I could not have done without my amazing writers joining me so as you read each chapter make sure you are following them. Each will be using the hashtag #before the lies. So without further ado...
As the children headed back to the Carter's house, it was quiet. You could hear the horses’ hoofs on the cobblestone and the noise of people talking outside.
Mae was concerned for her friend. They refused to let go of each other's hand except to climb into the carriage. While Mae almost always has something to say, she could not think of anything to calm Jake's heart.
Eric sat across from them, watching Mae and Jake. He wasn't sure why his little sister was so drawn to this boy but he knew they always ended up getting into trouble. This is why he had to watch them. He was only a year younger than Jake, but when it came to Mae, Jake couldn’t be counted on to be the responsible one. He would blindly follow her, giving into her whims and letting her do as she wanted. The relationship they had was known to be carefree. The kind that children could have before the burdens and responsibilities of life were placed on them. Eric wished that he could still feel that way. Instead he felt a need to be the one who kept his sister safe, protected from her own mischievous wants.
Watching Jake look out over the scenery, as the horses took them home, Eric noticed Jake had the same expression as he had in Sir Connor’s library. Eric had noticed when the boy stood by the large windows with this same expression, he was watching but his mind was elsewhere. Eric also saw how his little sister watched Jake. She seemed to be almost looking for something to cheer him up but failing. As he watched her lean into Jake, he knew in that moment, what they had was more than just friendship.
"Mae, give Jake some space," Eric snickered, as he watched her reaction to his statement. He knew she hated that nickname, but was also aware she would listen when he used it.
Mae sighed at Eric's comment, as she intertwined her fingers with Jake’s. She knew Jake would tell her if he needed space, but her brother wouldn't stop with his comments out of his imagined duty as her keeper, the one responsible for her.. She lifted her head from Jake's arm and went to slide over on the plush carriage seat. Instantly, he felt her pull away and was brought back, out of his thoughts, to the ride and his fellow passengers. Jake squeezed Mae’s hand and gave her a little tug signaling that she should come back next to him. Turning his head to face the other boy, he spoke firmly, "She's fine how she is, Eric. If I wanted room to think, she would know."
The two boys never really got along. They both had dealt with each other for Mae's sake. As Jake stared at Eric, he felt Mae’s hand squeeze a little tighter as the carriage arrived at her home.
Once they stopped, Mae got out first followed by Jake. As Eric got out he sighed. His frustration with the two was evident and Mary noticed right away.
"Eric, why don't you go into the kitchen? Your favorite lunch is being made." She smiled trying to diffuse the situation, knowing the boys only dealt with each other for the sake of her daughter.
She watched Maebelle gently pulling Jake over to the pasture with the horses. "Kids come here please," she calmly yelled for them. She watched them stop and turn around. The more Jake was around her daughter, the more she saw her daughter blossom. She knew if this boy stuck around, there would be no doubt they would end up together. Even at this young age it was inevitable to everyone.
Mary saw how they looked at each other, as their steps back toward her were at a much slower pace. It was almost like they had a feeling of something happening, well Jake probably did and Maebelle mirrored his concern.
They all sat down on the porch swing in the front of the house with Mae sitting in the middle. "Jake, darling, your mother had to go on another trip unexpectedly. Until she returns, you will be staying with us, okay?" Mary’s voice was full of concern. She knew how much he loved Janice. As much as the boy loved spending time with Mae, she could see his wish for more time with his mother. Mary saw the sadness in his face as Mae held his hand tight looking at her companion.
Jake's attention turned from Mary to the trees in the front yard. He felt the breeze and saw the branches sway. This is what he was worried about. This feeling in his stomach was making him think he would never see her again. That they won't read books together or walk through town holding hands. His mother had told him they could get Mae her favorite flowers for her birthday but now his heart was unsure.
Mae instantly noticed he was deep in thought and squeezed his hand tighter to bring him back "Jake," she softly whispered, trying her hardest to bring her favorite person back to her in that moment.
He turned towards her and saw the concern in her face. The devotion she had for those she loved was untouched by many. He knew she adored him and would do anything for him. "I'll be okay, Mae." His voice was soft, like at the library when she showed concern.
Mary looked at them both. "Jake, darling, let's go for a ride to get you some clothes and the book you've been reading at home," she stated, trying to bring comfort to the boy.
Jake knew he was welcome here in the Carter’s house. Sometimes he could even pretend it was like a second home for him, but he wasn’t of their world. Like Janice, he only felt comfortable with this family. They didn’t belong in this world they visited.
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Charles had returned from the day's work and found Maebelle and Jake out in the pastures with her horse. This horse was a pony shire they had gotten for Maebelle just this year. It was a beautiful gray colored female that the girl had named Stone. She could often be found out here with her horse.
Seeing Jake in the pasture, he could not help but wonder why the boy was still here but figured Mary was aware of it. He noticed how close the two children seemed to grow more and more over the years and can't help but smile. He walked over to them and picked up Maebelle. He noticed the green made her eyes shine brighter and it spun as he twirled her around.
"Love, why don't you go inside with Mama," his soft smile made her smile back as he put her down. She ran to the house and Jake went to follow but Charles put his hand on the lad's shoulder. Jake turned around and looked at Charles. "Let's talk, my son," his voice was soft but firm.
Charles could sense that the boy was nervous. He was unsure why there was this sudden change in his behavior. Every other time he was around Jake there were never any issues.
"I-I have a question regarding Mae, S-S-Sir," Jake stammered out.
His hazel eyes instantly softened and Jake noticed him relaxing "I promise to answer the best I can, my boy." Since meeting Jake, he had tried to step up and be there for him, like a father would. Knowing his was not around for some reason. Charles wasn't sure what all happened, Janice hadn't told him or Mary. However, Charles knew he was missing out on a smart, polite, bright young boy.
Jake’s gentle voice brought him back. "How do you know she's the one?"
Charles knew with these two this conversation was going to happen. He was hoping it was going to be a few more years as he was not ready to give his only daughter away immediately when she turned of age. He sighed as he thought this through before answering, he knew Jake was watching him.
"Boy, you better love her like the one that you cannot imagine losing because, trust me son, she is not one to lose. She'll be the love and the fight of your life. She'll be your best friend, be faithful and devoted. She'll make you thank the Father and make you believe in the Son. That's when you know you've got something worth fighting for and one worth dying for," Charles stated.
The older man knew in his heart that if Jake did not stay in Maebelle's life that her fate was already set. Like most marriages, there were arrangements made for certain reasons. While he felt at this point those issues hadn't arised, he couldn't promise they wouldn’t. Charles knew if she had any say in her future it was with this boy, who was asking this question of love of his only daughter's heart already when he was still so young.
Jake took his eyes away from the door where he watched Mae run into the house and looked at Charles. "Are we too young to feel this way?" He was concerned. While he knew Charles adored him like a son, Mae was his little girl.
"Son, when you feel that way, age is just a number." Charles squatted down so he was at Jake's level. "I can tell you this, my boy. She would ride the wildest horse for you, to the ends of this world. If she feels that way now, I cannot even dream how much she would be willing to do to keep you in her life, when you two are older."
Jake sighed and let out but a smile creeped onto his face. He knew it was true, his companion would do anything for him. They both heard Mary call for supper and headed inside for the night.
Written by Rae:
The carriage rattled over the rough cobblestone streets, as it made its way through the labyrinth that was the thoroughfares of the town. The young passengers were jostled around, but it did not dim their enthusiasm or excitement for time together. The ride was short, as the driver soon pulled the horse to a stop in front of the large estate. This was the residence of old man Edwards, a dear family friend to Charles and Mary.
Connor Edwards was not really that old, but the after effects of illness had left him bound to a wheeled chair and confined to his large family estate. Widowed years earlier, he mourned the loss of opportunity to have a family and children of his own. He lived alone in the cavernous house with the exception of a few servants, his nurse, and a gardener.
Once the pride of the home, the library was filled to the brim with the written word. The dark wooden bookshelves overflowed with books of all sizes and bound in all colors and textures of leather and linen. This collection was the product of his wife’s love of reading and his own love of learning and as such all manner of books were represented on these shelves.
For many years, the pages of text were allowed to age as dust accumulated around them. Connor was unable to enter the room without painful reminders of his lost love and the time they shared curating the contents together. As the years passed, the thought of the books that she had loved so dearly just sitting there unread haunted him more than the misery of entering the room. Talking with Mary and Charles, he claimed the books were going to waste with no one in the house to enjoy and read them. They agreed to allow their children to come and make use of his vast collection.
To be honest, Connor grew to love the visits of the Carter children and their best friend, Jacob. He regularly loaned books to the young boy, so he could read and study them at home. It was a privilege to assist in the education of such an intelligent mind. Even at such a tender age, it was clear that the potential contained within the youth was significant, but that it would only be realized to its fullest if nurtured.
“And how is Milton treating you, lad?” Connor inquired.
“It can be quite challenging, Sir, but I am diligently working through the text,” Jake promptly responded, looking the man in the eye as he spoke. Maintaining eye contact while they conversed was comfortable, their height difference diminished, as the gentleman sat on the blue cushions of his chair.
“I am sure you are, my boy. I can almost see the cogs whirling around in your head, processing whatever input is within reach. Those skills, perception and reasoning, will serve you well in life,” the older man mused.
Reaching for a slim volume laying on the table near him, Connor continued, “Perhaps you would like to borrow this new book I had purchased for the collection? It is written for young people, such as yourself.”
Jake took the thin bounded story from Connor’s unsteady hand. He opened the cover to reveal the title page on the right and a drawn illustration on the left. The image depicted a woman seated at a table, quill in hand, as if she was going to begin to write on a large sheet of paper. Sitting in front of her, amongst the writing supplies, was a small mouse. Intrigued, Jake began to read the title aloud.
“The. Life. And,” he spoke with a pause between each word as his brain teased meaning from every letter. “Per. Peram. Perambow. Peramball.” He stopped. “I am sorry, Sir Edwards. I can not make out this next word.”
“Perambulation, my dear boy. That is a challenging one. It means to travel or walk around, but with the purpose of observing one’s surroundings.” He paused, allowing the young mind to process the meaning of the new word. “Can you read the following words in the title, Jake?”
“I think so. Of a. Mouse.” The boy looked up, questioning. “It is a story of a mouse, Sir Edward? That seems quite absurd.”
“Ah, not all study needs to be so serious and severe, young Jacob. You will find there is much to learn in the ordinary and mundane as well.” Connor waited a bit to see if the meaning of his words was being received by his listener. “What do you imagine this little mouse does in his tiny life? Do not think his impact is insignificant, my lad! We all have influence on the world. Every choice we make affects not only ourselves, but the people around us. Perhaps there are lessons to be learned from this slight, nimble creature.”
“Perhaps,” Jake conceded.
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Jake stood before the large bay windows, his gaze going hazy as his eyes focused on nothing in particular. The bees were busy pollinating the blooms of the fruit trees in the garden beyond the glass. Two squirrels scampered quickly across the bark of a tree as they engaged in a playful game of chase. A bird landed on the stone bath in the center, trilling a few short notes before lowering its beak to drink from the water. Jake registered nothing of this scene playing out in front of him.
Curled up in a large armchair across the room, MC was ensconced in reading. Her eyes scoured the pages, trying to pull as much meaning from the text and images as possible. Glancing up, she noticed her friend standing against the far windows, lost in his own thoughts. She blinked her eyes to adjust her pupils to the sunlight that was streaming through the glass around him. It highlighted his thin form, making it stand out within the dimness of the surrounding room.
Spotlighted like that, MC observed details about her constant companion that she never noticed before. His clothing, while presentable and clean, was worn and a bit small for his height. There was a dark, sunkenness to his eyes, made all the more prominent by the expression currently displayed on his face. At that moment, he looked much older than his age.
“Jake, what is wrong?” Mae asked, coming up alongside him. She reached out, touching him gently on his forearm.
The boy startled from the contact, turning quickly to look at the source. His metaphoric mask slid back up seeing his dear friend and the concerned look in her hazel eyes. His own blue orbs softened as his lips turned upward in a gentle smile. “Mae.”
“Are you well?” She continued to radiate concern for the boy. “You were lost in thought and looked far away from this room.”
“I am sorry to have worried you, Mae. I am quite alright now that you are near my side,” his smile grew as he softly spoke. The quiet tone he used was similar to the voice of a parent whispering a lullaby to ease the discomfort of their child. “It was just a fleeting feeling,” he paused as if wanting to say more, but no final words came.
“A feeling? About what?” she pushed for clarification.
“My mother.” He let a frown pass over his features before removing it for the benefit of his companion. “I am sure it is nothing.”
Just then a man entered, looking around before striding confidently over to Connor Edwards in his wheeled chair. He bent, whispered hurriedly in the older gentleman's ear, before exiting the room once again.
“I am sorry children, but it seems our time is to be cut short today. A message has come that you are to return home at once.” He stalled a moment and continued, “And Jacob. You are to go to the Carter’s home. Apparently, Maebelle’s mother will meet you there with more information.”
Mae grasped Jake’s hand. She tried to mask her shock while thinking through the things that could cause their parents to send for them so early. This had never happened before and was unlike them. Looking over to the boy at her side, she knew that as long as he was with her and she was with him, everything would be fine. Jake slid his fingers in between Mae’s seeking additional comfort, while his mind raced through all the possibilities of what this could mean.
A/N: this is something new! It was an idea I couldn't let go of to save my life. Should i turn this into a full story?
The apartment felt unusually quiet that evening. Rain tapped softly against the windows, and the only light came from the lamp beside the couch and the glow of the television that MC wasn't actually watching. A blanket was draped over her legs, a mug of tea sat untouched on the coffee table, and her phone rested beside it. She had picked it up at least six times in the last hour, only to put it back down again without doing anything.
Her mind kept circling back to Jake.
It always seemed to lately.
MC leaned her head against the couch cushion and stared at the ceiling. She was tired, but not the kind of tired sleep could fix. It was the exhaustion that came from thinking too much, from replaying the same conversations over and over until every word had lost its original meaning. She knew she should focus on something else. Read a book. Watch the movie. Go to bed. Instead, she found herself doing what she always did whenever she was alone.
Thinking about him.
It was ridiculous when she really stopped to consider it. Jake was one of the most wanted hackers in the world. Depending on which article someone read, he was either a dangerous cybercriminal or a hero exposing corruption that governments and corporations wanted buried. News stations talked about him like he was some kind of ghost. Experts debated his motives. Politicians called him a threat. Entire task forces had been created to track him down, and somehow none of them had managed to catch him.
Yet when MC thought about Jake, none of those things came to mind first.
She thought about his laugh.
She thought about the way his voice softened whenever he spoke to her late at night. She thought about the conversations that somehow lasted until sunrise, when both of them would realize neither had slept. She thought about the way he always remembered small details she barely remembered telling him. Things that shouldn't have mattered. Her favorite coffee order. The movie she'd mentioned wanting to watch months earlier. The name of a childhood pet she'd brought up exactly once.
Those were the things she remembered.
Those were the things that made this so difficult. Because she couldn't stop wondering if they meant something.
Her friends certainly thought they did, specially Jessy.
The last time she'd met them for dinner, they had spent nearly twenty minutes trying to convince her that Jake was interested in her. MC had argued the entire time, insisting they were reading too much into things. Looking back, she wasn't entirely sure she'd convinced anyone, including herself.
The problem was that every piece of evidence they presented seemed perfectly reasonable when viewed individually. Jake answered her calls immediately because he was a good friend. Jake checked on her when she got home because he cared about people. Jake spent hours talking to her because they enjoyed each other's company. There was always a logical explanation. There always had to be.
At least that's what she kept telling herself.
The alternative was far more dangerous.
Because if she allowed herself to believe Jake might actually have feelings for her, she'd have to face the possibility that she was wrong. She'd have to risk discovering that every meaningful look, every thoughtful gesture, every late-night conversation had only meant friendship to him. The thought alone made her stomach twist.
MC reached for her phone and unlocked it before she could stop herself. Their message thread immediately appeared on the screen. She scrolled upward through weeks of conversations, smiling despite herself as memories resurfaced.
There were jokes that made absolutely no sense without context. Arguments about movies. Pictures of meals he'd attempted to cook on the run. Random observations sent in the middle of the night because one of them couldn't sleep. Entire conversations stretching for pages and pages. Looking at it all laid out in front of her made something inside her chest ache.
Most people didn't have this.
Most people didn't spend every day talking to someone who lived halfway across the world while simultaneously being hunted by multiple international agencies.
The thought should have sounded absurd.
Instead, it felt normal.
Jake had become normal.
That realization scared her more than she wanted to admit.
A notification suddenly appeared at the top of her screen.
Her heart immediately jumped.
Jake.
Just seeing his name was enough to make her sit up straighter.
She opened the message.
"You disappeared. Everything okay?"
A smile tugged at her lips before she could stop it.
The smile faded almost as quickly as it appeared.
Because what did that message actually mean?
Someone checking on a friend wasn't unusual. Friends did that all the time. Yet something about the timing made her hesitate. She hadn't messaged him in a few hours. He'd noticed. He'd reached out first.
Her friends would have had a field day with that information.
MC dropped her phone onto the couch beside her and pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes.
This was exactly the problem.
Every interaction had become a puzzle she couldn't solve.
She was constantly looking for signs while simultaneously convincing herself they weren't signs at all. It was exhausting. One minute she was certain Jake couldn't possibly see her as anything more than a friend. The next, she would remember the way he'd looked at her during their last video call and start questioning everything again.
That memory resurfaced now.
They had been talking about absolutely nothing important. She couldn't even remember the topic anymore. What she did remember was the moment she'd started laughing at something he'd said. Jake had gone quiet for a second, just watching her.
Not speaking.
Not looking away.
Just watching.
When she'd finally asked what was wrong, he'd smiled and shaken his head.
"Nothing. I just like seeing you smile."
The memory still made her heart race.
At the time, she'd brushed it off.
Now she wasn't so sure.
MC stood and walked toward the window, pulling the blanket tighter around herself. Outside, city lights reflected off the wet pavement below. People moved along sidewalks, cars passed, and life continued as normal. Looking out at it all usually helped clear her head.
Tonight it didn't.
Tonight she found herself thinking about Jake again.
About the fact that she missed him whenever they didn't talk.
About how she automatically looked for his messages when she woke up.
About how hearing his voice could instantly improve a terrible day.
None of those things felt particularly friendly.
At least not on her side.
The realization settled heavily in her chest.
Because somewhere along the way, she'd fallen for him.
There hadn't been one specific moment. No dramatic realization. No sudden lightning strike of understanding. It had happened slowly. One conversation at a time. One late-night call after another. One smile. One laugh. One thoughtful gesture.
And now she was here.
Standing alone in her apartment.
Wondering if she'd imagined everything.
Wondering if all the things that felt significant to her were completely meaningless to him.
Her phone buzzed again.
Another message from Jake.
"You're overthinking something, aren't you?"
MC stared at the screen.
Then she laughed.
A genuine laugh this time.
Because somehow, from thousands of miles away, he still knew her better than almost anyone else.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she debated what to say.
Eventually she typed a simple response.
"Maybe."
The reply came almost instantly.
"Try not to."
Her smile returned before she could stop it.
Maybe her friends were right.
Maybe they were completely wrong.
She honestly had no idea anymore.
All she knew was that Jake occupied far more space in her thoughts than he probably should, and despite all her efforts to convince herself otherwise, she couldn't shake the feeling that something existed between them. Whether that something was real or simply wishful thinking was a question she still couldn't answer.
As she stared at the newest message on her screen, she found herself smiling again. The uncertainty remained, but so did the warmth that always seemed to accompany thoughts of him. For now, that would have to be enough.
Even if a small part of her wished she knew whether she was the only one lying awake at night wondering what all of this meant.
A/N: "Before the Lies" is the prequel to "Trap of Lies". You do not need to read that whole story before reading this! I am one proud person to be apart of this journey with our beloved JakeXMC from Duskwood. I hope you enjoy this as much as me and the other amazing writers are enjoying writing this. As of right now there are NO warnings in this story so enjoy.
-Present time with Trap of Lies-
Everything is finally settling down for her and Jake. Things seem to be going back to normal. He's in the office doing some paperwork for the business and she made herself a cup of tea that she received from the trade business. It was a new one and she was excited to try it. Jake had already tried it when she checked in on him but was not a fan of it. She was sitting down on the porch in the backyard. This was her favorite spot to sit outside as she would think of the moment they have their own little ones running around this backyard. This yard was perfect when she was little for her, that boy, and Eric. She finds herself smiling as she looks over the green grass with a small area for gardening with the old oak tree that has been worn down over the years. She still remembers the little kisses she gladly let him steal on her cheek when it was just them. Now that she's older she wonders how his mother afforded a house like this but as a child she never realized the struggle they had.
Something she hadn't mentioned to Jake yet was she knows this house. She had been here many times as a child with a little boy and his mother. As she remembers those memories, she finds herself smiling in the chair while she sips her tea. She tastes the black tea but also a hint of cinnamon and orange and the honey she put in for the hint of sweetness, trying to decide if she likes it.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, her mind wanders back to that time when life was carefree and fun.
-13 years ago-
You see one, you see the other.
Maebelle Cecily Carter and Jacob Owen Lewis, even at their young ages of five and seven, everyone in this town knew this. She wore a simple dress and stood in front of the bakery with her nose pressed against the window as he's talking to the baker trying to get them some fresh bread. Her eyes are staring at the baguettes in the window and he's staring at her.
Their mamas knew each other and he's been a part of her life since she was two, but standing there watching her eye up that fresh bread made him laugh in front of the baker. He had noticed Maebelle as well and got Jake a piece of bread that got burnt a little too much but they never turned it down.
Mae stood there watching Jake grab the bread and she felt the biggest smile on her face. He always knew how to get the bread even though he always said it was the way she looked at it through the window.
As Jake walked out of the bakery, he broke the piece in half giving Mae her piece. She looked at him with the biggest smile in the world. He knew to her he was a hero, but honestly she was the one that saved him with those hazel eyes.
She realized he had a little smaller piece of bread than hers and broke a piece off giving it to him. "Here I don't need all of this. Mama is going to say it ruined my dinner."
Her sweet smile, he couldn’t tell her no, so he took it. He saw a sparkle of green in her hazel eyes and he knew he just made her day. He took her hand and they ate the bread giggling and talking as they walked through town.
Her parents trusted him to watch her as they went through town. So he never took his eyes off her except when he was holding her hand as he knew she was safe. They found themselves on the edge of the park.
The park was simple with old and newer trees of different kinds. It had open fields for children to play in and a small stream running through it. Mae looked up at Jake with a big smile and took off. "Catch me if you can," she squealed in excitement.
Next thing he knew she was climbing an old willow tree and he chased in after her. He stood at the base looking for her in the branches. Just then, he heard a branch snap and saw her on the ground crying. He ran up to her. "Mae, you okay?" he asked, feeling her knee where she was holding it crying.
"It hurts, Jake." Her tears fell down her face, she looked up at him.
He picked her up as she tried to stand but was unable too. He tried to think of which house would be closest to carry her to and realized it was his mom's house. "I'm going to carry you home okay?" he said, picking her up fully, his arms under her knees and around her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she leaned into him.
This was not the first time he had to carry her to safety. She was always the adventurous one of two, always running and climbing in places she shouldn't. He took off running towards his house. Thankfully, on the way there they saw Charles, her dad. He was dealing with a customer but stopped when he saw his daughter.
"What happened, Jacob?" he asked, taking his daughter from Jake's arms.
"Mae and I went into the park and she decided to climb that old willow tree. One of the branches snapped and she fell," he said, the worry clearly present in his voice.
Charles ran home with Jake following behind wanting to make sure Mae was okay. As they made it to Charles' house and into the parlor, he put her on the couch. The red material was a comfort to Maebelle while in pain. She put her leg over the couch and her head on a gold pillow on Jake's lap. Charlies had gotten some ice from the ice house in a towel and put it in her knee as it was larger than the other other. They sent someone to go get the doctor to make sure Mae didn't do massive damage. She was crying in pain but Jake didn’t leave her side, even after the doctor showed up.
After the doctor left and her knee was bandaged up, her father looked at her sternly. “Maebelle, what have we told you about climbing that willow tree in the park?”
She huffed, but Jake knew the answer. She loved to climb the trees, like most of the boys, and being a little girl never once stopped her, even when her father’s wrath was going to come.
“Mae,” he demanded an answer. Charles knew how she felt about anyone calling her Mae but he wanted a response.
She looked up at him and crossed her arms. “You know I hate when anyone else calls me that, except for Jake” she pouted. “But you told me not to, as it’s old.” She was as stubborn as they come and everyone close to her knew she was going to do it her way growing up.
“Sir, I’m sorry. I should have stopped her,” Jake said, hanging his head.
“Son, it is not your fault. You carried her to safety as always. She needs to understand you won’t always be there to save her,” Charles stated.
Jake saw their mothers walking through the front door. Mary saw Mae laying on the couch. “Let me guess, that willow tree.” She runs her fingers through her daughter's sable hair.
“I was just trying to have some fun mama,” Mae said. “No, I didn’t do it for a boy. They all are gross, except Jake,” she said as she stuck her tongue out. This made both mothers laugh. This was her normal answer to all boys except for him. All the boys in this town were already trying to win her heart for their future but she had turned them down.
“Let's get you dinner and then to bed to rest that knee. So you can be back tomorrow climbing those trees in the park,” Mary stated.
Jake looked up at his mother and she sighed, “Let's get you home and cleaned up as well, Mae’s hero.” Janice looked at her son with her soft green eyes. Jake saw she was tired. Mary and Janice had just come home from a two week trip for work.
Before the lies and deceit Maebell Celelic Carter And Jacob Owen Lewis knew each other. Their mothers knew each other and they became obviously close to each other. When you would see one you would see the other. Until life turns their whole world upside down.
Their fate is entwined from such young ages that it was only time their paths crossed again at that flower stand where he saved her. Could their life have been different?
Will their connection as children hold them both hostage through the years? Will their lives continue to keep them close? Or will their lives as they grow up change how they see each other?
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The apartment felt unusually quiet that evening. Rain tapped softly against the windows, and the only light came from the lamp beside the couch and the glow of the television that MC wasn't actually watching. A blanket was draped over her legs, a mug of tea sat untouched on the coffee table, and her phone rested beside it. She had picked it up at least six times in the last hour, only to put it back down again without doing anything.
Her mind kept circling back to Jake.
It always seemed to lately.
MC leaned her head against the couch cushion and stared at the ceiling. She was tired, but not the kind of tired sleep could fix. It was the exhaustion that came from thinking too much, from replaying the same conversations over and over until every word had lost its original meaning. She knew she should focus on something else. Read a book. Watch the movie. Go to bed. Instead, she found herself doing what she always did whenever she was alone.
Thinking about him.
It was ridiculous when she really stopped to consider it. Jake was one of the most wanted hackers in the world. Depending on which article someone read, he was either a dangerous cybercriminal or a hero exposing corruption that governments and corporations wanted buried. News stations talked about him like he was some kind of ghost. Experts debated his motives. Politicians called him a threat. Entire task forces had been created to track him down, and somehow none of them had managed to catch him.
Yet when MC thought about Jake, none of those things came to mind first.
She thought about his laugh.
She thought about the way his voice softened whenever he spoke to her late at night. She thought about the conversations that somehow lasted until sunrise, when both of them would realize neither had slept. She thought about the way he always remembered small details she barely remembered telling him. Things that shouldn't have mattered. Her favorite coffee order. The movie she'd mentioned wanting to watch months earlier. The name of a childhood pet she'd brought up exactly once.
Those were the things she remembered.
Those were the things that made this so difficult. Because she couldn't stop wondering if they meant something.
Her friends certainly thought they did, specially Jessy.
The last time she'd met them for dinner, they had spent nearly twenty minutes trying to convince her that Jake was interested in her. MC had argued the entire time, insisting they were reading too much into things. Looking back, she wasn't entirely sure she'd convinced anyone, including herself.
The problem was that every piece of evidence they presented seemed perfectly reasonable when viewed individually. Jake answered her calls immediately because he was a good friend. Jake checked on her when she got home because he cared about people. Jake spent hours talking to her because they enjoyed each other's company. There was always a logical explanation. There always had to be.
At least that's what she kept telling herself.
The alternative was far more dangerous.
Because if she allowed herself to believe Jake might actually have feelings for her, she'd have to face the possibility that she was wrong. She'd have to risk discovering that every meaningful look, every thoughtful gesture, every late-night conversation had only meant friendship to him. The thought alone made her stomach twist.
MC reached for her phone and unlocked it before she could stop herself. Their message thread immediately appeared on the screen. She scrolled upward through weeks of conversations, smiling despite herself as memories resurfaced.
There were jokes that made absolutely no sense without context. Arguments about movies. Pictures of meals he'd attempted to cook on the run. Random observations sent in the middle of the night because one of them couldn't sleep. Entire conversations stretching for pages and pages. Looking at it all laid out in front of her made something inside her chest ache.
Most people didn't have this.
Most people didn't spend every day talking to someone who lived halfway across the world while simultaneously being hunted by multiple international agencies.
The thought should have sounded absurd.
Instead, it felt normal.
Jake had become normal.
That realization scared her more than she wanted to admit.
A notification suddenly appeared at the top of her screen.
Her heart immediately jumped.
Jake.
Just seeing his name was enough to make her sit up straighter.
She opened the message.
"You disappeared. Everything okay?"
A smile tugged at her lips before she could stop it.
The smile faded almost as quickly as it appeared.
Because what did that message actually mean?
Someone checking on a friend wasn't unusual. Friends did that all the time. Yet something about the timing made her hesitate. She hadn't messaged him in a few hours. He'd noticed. He'd reached out first.
Her friends would have had a field day with that information.
MC dropped her phone onto the couch beside her and pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes.
This was exactly the problem.
Every interaction had become a puzzle she couldn't solve.
She was constantly looking for signs while simultaneously convincing herself they weren't signs at all. It was exhausting. One minute she was certain Jake couldn't possibly see her as anything more than a friend. The next, she would remember the way he'd looked at her during their last video call and start questioning everything again.
That memory resurfaced now.
They had been talking about absolutely nothing important. She couldn't even remember the topic anymore. What she did remember was the moment she'd started laughing at something he'd said. Jake had gone quiet for a second, just watching her.
Not speaking.
Not looking away.
Just watching.
When she'd finally asked what was wrong, he'd smiled and shaken his head.
"Nothing. I just like seeing you smile."
The memory still made her heart race.
At the time, she'd brushed it off.
Now she wasn't so sure.
MC stood and walked toward the window, pulling the blanket tighter around herself. Outside, city lights reflected off the wet pavement below. People moved along sidewalks, cars passed, and life continued as normal. Looking out at it all usually helped clear her head.
Tonight it didn't.
Tonight she found herself thinking about Jake again.
About the fact that she missed him whenever they didn't talk.
About how she automatically looked for his messages when she woke up.
About how hearing his voice could instantly improve a terrible day.
None of those things felt particularly friendly.
At least not on her side.
The realization settled heavily in her chest.
Because somewhere along the way, she'd fallen for him.
There hadn't been one specific moment. No dramatic realization. No sudden lightning strike of understanding. It had happened slowly. One conversation at a time. One late-night call after another. One smile. One laugh. One thoughtful gesture.
And now she was here.
Standing alone in her apartment.
Wondering if she'd imagined everything.
Wondering if all the things that felt significant to her were completely meaningless to him.
Her phone buzzed again.
Another message from Jake.
"You're overthinking something, aren't you?"
MC stared at the screen.
Then she laughed.
A genuine laugh this time.
Because somehow, from thousands of miles away, he still knew her better than almost anyone else.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she debated what to say.
Eventually she typed a simple response.
"Maybe."
The reply came almost instantly.
"Try not to."
Her smile returned before she could stop it.
Maybe her friends were right.
Maybe they were completely wrong.
She honestly had no idea anymore.
All she knew was that Jake occupied far more space in her thoughts than he probably should, and despite all her efforts to convince herself otherwise, she couldn't shake the feeling that something existed between them. Whether that something was real or simply wishful thinking was a question she still couldn't answer.
As she stared at the newest message on her screen, she found herself smiling again. The uncertainty remained, but so did the warmth that always seemed to accompany thoughts of him. For now, that would have to be enough.
Even if a small part of her wished she knew whether she was the only one lying awake at night wondering what all of this meant.
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TW: Talk of previous violence and murder
Jake's POV:
She never showed up and I'm worried for her after seeing her with Alan this morning at the shop. Something in my mind and heart tells me to ride to Jessy's. As I get up to her and Walters I see one of the sable boys putting her horse in the barn. I dismount Midnight and see Phil leaving the house which worries me more. What has happened that he's leaving his sister's place this late at night and looking like he's been digging. Especially knowing they haven't been in contact for years.
As I knock on the door Jessy answers and she has bandages and alcohol in her hands.
"Please tell me you know where she is!" I raise my voice.
"Don't use that tone with me Jake. She's upstairs." She lets me in and I want to run to her side.
"He isn't here is he?" I ask, she knows who I'm talking about.
"No but she's in bad shape so be gentle please." Her voice is soft but firm and I'm worried.
I follow behind her up the stairs to the guest bedroom and she knocks. I hear a weak voice say to come in. We open the door and she's on the bed holding a rag to her side. She looks up at me and even in pain she has that gorgeous smile. I see the dirt on her body and bruises and the rag that is starting to show blood.
I'm worried for her but Jessy is heading to her side to take care of her. I walk up to her and grab her free hand as I stand not wanting Jessy to mess up.
"What happened, my love?" I ask and Jessy looks up confused as to why I called her that.
"We will talk tomorrow. I need to rest," her voice is weak but firm as Jessy wraps her up and checks her for anywhere else. Once she is done MC lays down. I lean down and kiss her forehead. I know they are not going to undo what that devil did to her but I will make him pay. Jessy walks out of the room and I follow her, needing some kind of answers.
"Please tell me what happened to her." I plead.
"It's her story to tell you, just go home please. I will send for you when she's able to talk." She's firm and I can't blame her. I'm the reason she got into this mess.
"Can I please lay with her? We were supposed to meet at our spot by the lake tonight." I state looking at her door.
"Fine only because of what happened tonight" she sighs. It's like she knows something with MC but I will let her tell me on her own. She opens the door and I see MC has fallen asleep.
"Just be gentle, she's really hurt and don't be shocked if she wakes up and pushes you away. I'm not sure what's going through her mind right now."
"As long as he doesn't show up, I can handle whatever happens." I say walking in and taking off my coat.
"You don't need to worry about him anymore, but she does." She closes the door and I stand there looking at MC sleeping. She looks peaceful. It's almost like this is the first good sleep in weeks which worries me for what she has gone through.
MC POV:
I wake up in the middle of the night, I remember everything so I know I am at Jessy. I feel a body next to me in bed but I don’t think any of it as it is probably Jessy to make sure I’m okay all night. I sit up and grab the night coat she left for me next to my side of the bed which I put on. I see the balcony doors and I get up. I turn to let her know I’m stepping outside and I see a sight I am not used to, a sleeping Jake which makes my heart melt.
I open the door and head outside, I leave the door slightly open as to not wake him up. After these last twenty four hours I should be worried for what is to come. However, I know Phil and Jessy both will make sure the events of tonight do not come back on me or any chances of the bobbies putting the blame on Jake. I stare out of the back yard and have never in my life been more grateful for those closest to me. I feel the bandages and they are still secure.
Alan was destroying my spirit and until tonight when I looked into his eyes just before killing him, I hadn’t realized it. With this holding me captive, the physical and emotional abuse. I was hoping for some answers but I could not dare bring myself to ask that monster in front of Phil. I feel he knows Jake but maybe as something else. I know I had heard people speak to Jake as William and also as Leader which makes me have questions for him once this all calms down.
I’m focused on my thoughts. I don't hear the door open more until I feel a hand on my back. I don’t even jump or flinch as I know this is the second safest place for me at this moment. The first is in his arms. I lean back into him with my eyes closed just feeling his warmth against me.
Feeling him hold me, his heartbeat, his breath instantly makes me feel safe. He instantly calms me down. I should be feeling scared in the darkness, that's what I’m told to believe as I’m a woman, but not with him. With him the dark of night calms my soul, calms my darkness in me. I hear the owl hooting, the wolves howling, animals of the night walking around. I also feel at home for the first time in weeks. Last time before last night that I saw him my heart broke because I didn’t want him involved in this, in my vengeance for that monster. I told everyone near to me to make sure he stayed away, I couldn’t let him see me like that. When he saw the darkness come over me at Jessy’s he was scared but still tried to hold me close. It was like he knew in his heart that I still belonged with him. Everyone dear to us has said I'm the reason he's changing. I'm the reason he's becoming a better man. What he and them don't know is he is my reason for those things. He's the reason I had to let my darkness out and put an end to all of this so we can live a quiet life together.
I never thought in all my years I would find this feeling but that day when he first protected me from that monster my heart knew I belonged with him. I know he's felt the same way. The way my parents look at eachother even after all these years together. The way I saw Jessy look at Walter for the first time, true love. True love knows no boundaries, I thought as a child I had found my forever but he ran off into the world after his world fell apart and I gave up on finding that love again. Until I saw this man, the man that holds me tight but gentle at the flower stand two years ago. The man that stood up for me for the first time in my life wasn't my brother or father. The man that promised my mother and father he would let me fall in love with him and save their business. Yes this man held secrets from me, but I am not better. I have held secrets about my past from him as well and now they must come out if we want an honest future together.
I spin around and look up into his blue eyes as the moon hits them and everything in this world disappears besides us at this moment. I put my hand on his face to make sure this isn’t a dream as neither of us have said a word but this spark of fire feeling between us makes me know he is really here. I tilt my head up towards him as I lean in and I see him lean in as well as he grabs the back of my neck softly and our lips crash. He tastes of cider and cinnamon and he still smells of the lake spot which makes my knees go weak under me. As soon as he realizes it he pulls away and catches me carrying me back inside to the bed as he sits me down. He pulls the chair in front of me and holds my hand.
“My love, you should be resting, not standing outside.” His voice is soft but I know he is concerned in the best way.
“I’m not who you think I am, Jake. I have a dark past, one filled with secrets, lies, and deceit. This past is not much different than yours that I found out about which is why I can’t be angry at you. Have you ever heard of the words White Night?” I ask and he shakes his head yes. “I will tell you about it but before there are other things I need to tell you.” I look into his eyes hoping what I have to say does not scare him away from me. I tell him about being kidnapped because of my father, I show him the scar on the right side of my head that for these two years I kept hidden from him. I feel the tears fall and my body shaking, he moves next to me on the bed and holds me as I nuzzle into this chest as the tears won’t stop.
“MC, scars and all I will always love you, but this doesn’t make you a horrible person. Just like what Alan did to you is not your fault.” his voice is soft and I nuzzle into him. Trying to muster up the courage to tell him about White Night. Jessy told me she would help me tell him but it must happen tonight.
“That is not the secrets, lies, and deceit that I am talking about, darling.” I close my eyes. “White Night is not just words or a place.” I look into his eyes and I know he’s confused. “They are women who take down the worst of the world. They deceive men, usually at bars or markets and lure them into a house where they are never seen again. These woman, are not allowed to fall in love because love makes us do stupid things.” I sigh.
“Darling, how do you know all of this?” His words hurt because there was a secret he never found out because I made sure of it.
“I was a part of it. After being taken because of my father I needed to learn to protect myself. I needed to know how to handle being tortured and not break. I could not put my life at risk because I couldn't take care of myself. However, Alan must figured it out because the torture was way worse. What saved me was not knowing and his desire for me." As I speak these words the tears return.
I look into Jake's eye and see the hurt. He still holds my waist but there is space between us, space I am not used to when it comes to him. However, I know he needs to take in hearing this from me and I can’t deny I would need the same thing.
“Have you killed before?” His words are soft but I know he needs the answer.
I shake my head yes and I look away again from him, scared he might walk away from me and I can’t blame him. Hearing those words from someone you love is hard, let alone a woman. “This is also how I met Jessy.”
“Who else all knows about this?” his voice is concerned for my safety, I hear it.
“Walter and my parents know fully. Eric had figured it out on his own when he became a bobby. This is a secret that if you decide to walk away from me and never come back that you must take to your grave. Please, if the person in charge finds out anyone outside of the organization knows about this, everyone Jessy and I love will die with us being last and forced to watch. I know because I was forced when I was in it to do this to others.” I hear the plea in my voice. I never wanted to use this tone around him, but he needs to understand the urgency of this secret. "I also need you to understand that because of what happened tonight, I have started a war and one I am afraid of losing because of what that means for this town.’
"Love, don't ever think I will stop loving you. You are the light to my darkness. These weeks without you by my side has been hell. What was worse was knowing my past caused it all to happen because I couldn't let it go and refused to let you walk away from me. Also, don't ever think I will never do anything in my power to keep you safe. If you started a war I will stand by your side to fight with you." I see the tears in his eyes and I feel mine starting again.
"No you are not to get brought into this war. I know you feel responsible because of why I was kidnapped but you are changing your life around. This is just the start of this war and you will stand by my side but not involve yourself. Do you understand?" I demand and he accepts with that smirk of his because we both know if anyone else was to tell him that he would not accept so easy. He is changing his life around and we will make sure of it.
He lays me back down and lays next to me on top of the blanket and we fall asleep with me nuzzled into him so it doesn’t hurt me anywhere.
Jake's POV:
I watch her sleep as she cuddles into him best she can. It was always how she fell asleep best on the couch was curled up against me which I know she feels safe. I would love to sleep but this information and secrets she told me. I still have no idea what happened to the Devil but I know she feels safe enough to tell me her darkest secrets.
How can a woman as gentle and cultured admit to these things in the middle of the night. I know I need answers but she needs rest and to heal.
I find myself watching her breathing and I see her eyes flutter as she dreams. I see her start to twist and turn almost like trying to move away from someone. I run my hand along her hair and face softly to calm down her dream which seems to help. I know her and I will work through those demons in her mind because of what has happened.
I do see she's scared, she's not the same MC she was before and I know why. I will do everything in my power to help her back to see those eyes sparkle even in the darkness.
I see the sun coming up and I know I need to get back to my home to get ready for the day at the business. I hope she stays with Jessy but after the doctors visit she will do as she pleased. She's stubborn when it comes to that. As I walk down the stairs I see Jessy and Walter eating breakfast.
"Thank you Jessy." I state putting my coat on.
"Jake, I heard you two up talking. If you have any questions don't be afraid to ask even me okay. Once I know what she told you there are probably more questions." she states, and it isn't lying. I do have more questions.
"She told me about her father and how you two met. She also doesn't want me involved in this war." I let out a sigh just wanting to protect her. I told myself I would also and seeing her in this shape hurts me.
I watch Jessy walk into the kitchen and I know she's getting another plate.
"I know your use to her being fragile Jake. However, know these woman in our life know how to protect themselves." Walter states.
"I know, we are told to keep them safe and protect them but these two are definitely special." I look up at the stairs and I see MC coming. She stands at the top of the stairs and I go to take a step.
"Jessy will help her. You should go before people start to talk Jake." He stares.
I look up and she is standing there staring at me. I want to listen to him but her eyes are pleading for my touch so I give in to her and run up the stairs to her. I kiss her softly and she deeps it. She never liked kissing in front of others but she never mind those close to us. As I pull away I look into her hazel eyes and I see those specs of green. "I will come back tonight to check on you."
"Jake, I love you" her words are soft but they aren't words we say often to each other.
"I love you, MC" I kiss her forehead and walk down the stairs and out the door.
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After spending the day at the business and Dad, Mom, and MC came by towards the end of the day I found myself closing up shop. MC is standing next to me in a simple dress to make it easy to check her bandages from the doctor. Everyone tried to talk her into going home with her parents or going back to Jessy but she turned them down. She wants to be by my side and I will never tell her no. I lock up the door and turn towards her and put my hand on her cheek. I feel her melting at my touch and I know everything will be okay and I kiss her forehead which she sighs.
"What is it, MC?" I ask her softly.
She grabs my hand that's on her face as she looks into my eyes. I know she's struggling with everything that has happened these last couple weeks but we will be okay. "I just missed this'' she smiles softly.
I brush a strand out of her face and I want nothing more than to kiss her but I know how she feels about that. It was never something and that moment when Alan kissed her I knew she didn't love him.
We hear a horse come up "Jake, MC hope you are staying safe" Eric says as he dismounts his horse.
"Yes brother, Jake is keeping me safe" she says looking at him.
"You should go home with Mom and Dad. This is a courtesy visit. Alan is missing so for your safety stay away from eachother," he states.
"If Alan comes back I would rather be with someone who can protect me from him. Especially after what he did." She states crossing her arms.
"What do you mean what he did?" He asks.
"Don't worry about it Eric" I state, knowing MC doesn't want to show him.
"No, I am acting Chief. If he did something to hurt you I need to know so when I find him I can have him arrested." He states
She lets out a little chuckle. "He kicked me in my side and my back, and stabbed my side. I managed to get away from him."
"I will keep a watch please stay safe." He gets back on the horse and rides off. As we watch him leave she grabs my hand again and I walk her back to my manor.
As we get there I see Charlotte standing outside the door.
"Sir, Phil needs to discuss something with you." She hands me a note.
I don't look at it as I told him to never contact me. "Thank you" I say as I dismiss her. I will admit he is stupid to not see what is front of him when it comes to her. I had seen it for a while, the way she will do anything for him. She would follow him off the end of this world. I decide to finally open the note from Phillip
Jake,
I have received some information about your past that I must share with you immediately. Please forgo our previous arrangement and meet with me quickly. It is imperative that I deliver this straight to you in person.
Phil
I'm standing there looking at this note. He knew one secret I was always looking for was who my father was but no. He could not have found it out this fast unless it was purposely being hidden from me.
I feel a hand on my arm and I see MC standing there. She looks at me "what's about your past?" She asks.
I realized she read the note. "I have no idea but where I must go, in your condition, I do not want you coming with me." I cup her face gently.
"Jake, you know you can't stop me" she demands and I chuckle. I see her eyebrow raise and her unamused by my chuck.
Sitting there I knew Jake couldn't see me and Jessy was making sure it stayed that way. How could I be so dumb everyone that saw that kiss knows now. Which means only one thing, HE knows. I start to fidgit and a cup drops and it breaks.
Shit, shit, shit.
"Jessy, who's here with you?" Jake asks her.
"I have someone from my past over. Please just come by later with her parents." She states.
I'm trying to clean up the mess, staying quiet and unseen until I see boots standing in the doorway and my heart knows who is there. I need to focus on my emotions, I can't break this act.
"Why didn't you tell me she was here?" He asks.
"Because I told her not to," I say, holding my cold tone towards him.
"Look, she's with Alan, Jake. Her and I needed to catch up and have some girl time and that's exactly what was happening." Jessy grabs his arm to pull him out as I stand up.
He comes closer to me and puts his hands on my cheeks. I feel my walls crumbing so I close my eyes. "Please MC, just tell me the truth. Are you doing this for revenge?" He asks.
Hearing him say those words I open my eyes and I see the look in his eyes, he's scared which means my hazel eyes have turned black but he doesn't let go of my face. I grab his wrist and push them away. "Jake, I meant what I said when I left you. Please don't look for something to hold onto me when there isn't anything there." I move away from him and turn away.
"MC, please talk to me. I know something isn't right. I know your heart." His voice makes me want to let this wall down and just hold him.
Jessy comes and looks in my face without saying a word she knows my walls are breaking down. “Jake, you should really leave."
She’s trying to get him out because she knows my mind is on hunt mode and he shouldn’t see this. I need to control this darkness inside of me, but the more and more I’m with Alan it’s just harder to do. I just scared him but he doesn't know I still love him with every piece of my heart. I wanted nothing more than to kiss him when he grabbed my face and looked into my eyes. His touch sends shivers through my spine because I miss him.
"Fine, just know I am going to be taking over your father's business." He says and I hear him walk away. Jessy follows them and I hear them whispering and then the front door closes.
I feel the tears falling down again and I fall to my knees. Jessy comes and hugs me tight. "Sweetie, you need to let him back in. You're going to lose yourself if you don't even a little bit."
I know she's right but I can't ask him when he's turning his life around. She rocks me until I stop crying and there's another knock on her door.
"Okay either I'm popular today or everyone knows you're here," she laughs.
I let out a laugh as we both got up. I walk to the door with her and see my brother. His brown hair and green eyes make him recognizable. I haven't seen him since before everything happened and I'm unsure if he even knows as he's been so busy with being a step below Alan at the bobbies.
He sees me and instantly pulls me in for a hug, "Alan told me you were here." His hug is so tight I can't breathe and I smack him to get him to loosen up.
"Hi to you too Eric,'' I say once he lets go. I know Alan sent him to check to make sure I am here. However, Alan doesn't know that like Jessy he's fiercely loyal to those he loves no matter what.
"Come on in Eric" Jessy says making sure no one else is coming.
He walks in and we head into the parlor. "He wants you to go back, that's why he sent me." He states.
"I want to see Mom and Dad. I haven't since I left Jakes" I say. Saying his name my heart breaks and they both can tell it. They each hold a hand of mine.
Eric knows about my past. When he went into the bobbies there were some open cases they asked him to look into for missing people. So he asked Jessy and I about it as our descriptions kept coming up. We told him the truth. He kept it a secret and resealed those cases to protect us.
"I need to know, are you planning something against him?" He asks, looking into my eyes.
I hate the thought of lying to him but with him being Alan's right hand man I can't take the chance of Alan figuring it out. "No I am not." I state.
"Why did I see Jake leave here by the way?"
"He was dropping something off I asked Charlies for and he saw MC." Says Jessy.
"You know I have to tell Alan right?" He states looking at Jessy.
"Nothing happened except me breaking his heart again." I get up and look out the window. I see a carriage coming up the pathway and I know who's in it.
"I'm going to have to go Jessy. As much as I want to stay to see my parents. Give them a hug for me and let them know what we talked about." I state, turning around and Eric is standing behind me looking out the window as well.
I know he just wants to protect me. He knows Alan is a dirty bobby but there isn't anything he can do without evidence. This is another reason I'm with him for now, on top of my own revenage. I want to help my brother clean up the bobbies and get rid of all of the dirty ones. There's a family bringing drugs in and they are getting away with it because of this. He learned this and I have a feeling Alan is connected after being tortured and drugged.
I look in his eyes "I will let Jessy know any information I find out for you okay?" I say putting my hand on his chest.
"I'm worried about you MC. Please don't go this long again without updating someone." His eyes are soft and I know it's worrying everyone. Even when I was with Jake I was always checking in with everyone. Being held captive without anyone knowing is pure torture because they are my family and just want to help.
There's a knock on the door and Jessy servant gets it and walks in with Alan. "I thought you had run off" he says, acting concerned as he comes to me and pushes Eric out of the way.
"Never, my love," I say, trying to control my temper while being in the same room as him.
Jessy comes up and hugs me tight, "We need more of these days together again. It's felt like forever" she smiles at me.
I know she's putting on the act again to help me out.
I don't even get a word out before Alan jumps in. "She needs more time to heal after what she went through Jessica. This shouldn't have happened." He states taking my hand but I pull away from him.
He glares at me for pulling away, "no the doctor said I should get back to living my life normal as long as I feel okay with it. Seeing Jessy and my family more often is included in that Alan." I have lost my temper for the first time in two weeks and his eyes are dark.
I can tell he's controlling his anger with Jessy and my brother both right there but I know his signs. "Then tomorrow let's go see your parents and tell them the news. Since they probably don't know you've been with me." He takes my hand again and pulls me out.
Jessy goes to follow but my brother stops her and I know she wants to hurt him for his actions.
Jessys POV:
It's been a few hours since MC left and I'm worried. She let her temper out with Alan and that has never ended well with him from what I remember when they were supposed to be getting married. When she first told me about Jake it wasn't someone I knew, even though at the time I knew everyone in this town. I had later learned why when I met him. I knew him as a different name which concerned me for her safety but the way they looked at eachother was pure love. I had to let her be happy.
I hear a knock on the door as I realize I have been pacing in the kitchen while the servants got tea and some finger food ready. I knew who was at the door but I still jumped. I went out and they were sitting in the parlour. Jake had really come with Charles and Mary but I needed to get Charlies away for a bit. He had to know what his daughter was up to.
"Charlies, do you have a moment to come into the study? There's this drawer we can't seem to get open that is very much needed." I ask looking directly at him.
"I can do it" states Jake.
"I rather he does it but thank you Jake." I state.
Charlies looks at me and knows there isn't an issue. That there is a discussion that needs to happen completely in private. "Sure, Jessy. And how many times do I have to tell you, you can call me Dad'' he smiles.
He knows I hate calling any man since my father walked away but it's always stood that I could. He follows me in and he closes the door. I face him and he knows it's about MC.
"You saw her today?" He asks.
"I had a chance to get her away. I will tell you, he still has her heart. She is carrying the ring in her corset." I sigh.
"What else did she tell you, Jessy?"
"She told me a lot. Especially about that time she was kidnapped before we met. She also is on her own personal hunt." I look away from him as I say that. That saying was something we promised would never come out of our mouths again when we fled.
"She's seeking her revenge" he sighs in relief.
"I'm sorry she couldn't tell you," I look at him knowing this is the hardest part of telling him. "Also, she demanded that Jake knows nothing about this."
"Mary and I figured that much. I know she hasn't told him about how you two met." He states as he starts passing the room.
"We should go back before he comes looking." I say as I go to the desk and pretend to fight with the drawer. He opens the door and I open the drawer.
We head back out to the parlor and I see Jake is pacing. When he was here earlier she broke his heart again. I know she told me not to give him hope but I have too. I walk up to him as he has his back to me and put my hand on his back gently.
"Jake, I shouldn't be telling you this but I can't watch your heart breaking like this." I sigh as I get ready.
"I just don't understand MC. How can she claim to love a man who's the reason for her pain?" He stares out the window.
"She doesn't love him, that's the thing. Just please know this, she still holds you in her heart." I sigh hoping I didn't give him too much hope.
He turns around and stares at me with those blue eyes. "I know she still loves me. When I grabbed her face before I saw something in her eyes before she closed them but I wasn't prepared for when she opened them. I have never seen her eyes turn so dark. I'm worried for her safety with him."
I look at Mary and Charlies and sigh. I want to tell him but MC would straight up hurt me if I did so I turn away.
"Is she okay?" Mary asks.
"Yes, she knows what she's doing. Also, when he came and picked her up she lost her temper with him a little bit and he said they would come see you tomorrow."
I swear Charles' eyes look like they are going to pop out of his head when I say that and it concerns me as the past with Alan before Jake entered the picture for good.
"What aren't you telling us Dad?" Asks Jake behind me.
"I know you are not fully ready as it's only been two weeks but tomorrow morning you are taking ownership of the business."
"Why?" I hear the concern in Jake's voice and I know he's trying to understand everything but there are important pieces of information he is missing.
"When you came into our lives Jake, MC was supposed to marry Alan. The agreement was that Alan's family would pretty much take over the business if he was to take care of her. I'm afraid he remembers and will come and look to collect. However if I don't own the business it voids that out."
"So you are telling me, if I take it over first thing in the morning. I have a chance of having her back in my arms by this time tomorrow?"
His voice holds a sound of hope. I see the hope and love in his eyes he carries for her but even if that is the case, MC won't give up her hunt. She knows if she doesn't end this once and for all he will just keep pushing his way between them.
"There is a chance, but that depends on her." Mary states, trying to keep his hope up.
I see him relax for the first time in a while hearing those words. "There is one thing I must do," he states.
"You are not to go see her at Alans." Charlies states.
"I just need to see her one more time today. Everytime I saw her today my heart broke. I PROMISE all of you I won't say anything to her or Alan."
"Jake, please don't. She is going through enough and you might not like what you see" I say as I cover my mouth.
"What are you talking about? Is he abusing her?" He demands answers.
"She didn't say but his tone when she let her temper out scared me but she held her own like it wasn't the first. So please just let her come to you." My voice is begging him and he notices it.
"Fine but if you hear or see anything let me know. I know she didn't want this kiss from him. She didn't even like when we kissed in public." He states, walking out and I hear the door close.
"You aren't lying to him are you?" Ask Mary concerned for her daughter.
"No but I told Charles, she's on a hunt. Jake won't like seeing her like that." I sigh as I sit down next to them.
Jakes POV:
As I walk out of Jessy house, I know there are things they are hiding from me. I just don't know why. Does MC have something to do with it? I know when I grabbed her face I saw a wall breaking down. However, when she closed her eyes I thought I was getting her back but her eyes were so dark they scared me but my heart tells me it's because of Alan.
Why did I have to tell them I wouldn't go see her? I just need to make sure she's okay. What harm would it be to go that way and just see if I see her outside?
I decide to mount Midnight and head towards Alan's. I get up there and I stop and I see her and him outside the carriage. He's holding her arm tight and I can tell he's trying to put her in her place. It's one thing about him I've always despised. He never let her be true to herself and now he seems even worse. It's like he knows he can break her and tame her.
I see her raise her other hand to him and he stops it mid air. Her demeanor is that she's scared. She and I had talked about him and why she didn't trust him and it was due to this temper. He lets go of her one wrist, but still holds onto her. I hear her raise her voice and then she shakes her arm and storms off into the house. I know something is right but I can't step in, she isn't mine to save anymore no matter what hope everyone tries to give me. I ride off on Midnight trying to get rid of that scene in my head.
