Chapter 408 I''ve Been Way Too Soft on You
Listening to Gregory spill the beans, I could not help but wonder, "You call him ''Officer Jackson''?
Isn''t Mrs. Newman your mom?" I mean, Officer Jackson and Mrs. Newman were married, so why
was Gregory a Long instead of a Jackson?
He bit his lip and let me in on his story, "My real dad''sst name was Long. Officer Jackson was his
buddy. My dad was killed on duty when I was just ten, and Officer Jackson stepped in to look after
me and my mom, and they ended up together."
Ah.
I gave him a look and said, "So, your dad was a cop too?"
A family of blue bloods, all three of them. He nodded, his face clouding over, "Yeah, he was taken
out by some bad guys on the border."
I bit my lip. The border was a tough ce, full of risks. To keep our home safe, every year we lose
so many brave souls out there. Consequently, many families were left missing dads, sons,
daughters, moms, and whole lineages of valiant hearts.
"I just can''t buy that Lucas is that lucky. He slipped through our fingers once, but there is no way he
is dodging the bullet this time," I said, locking eyes with Gregory. "I owe it to Officer Jackson to
settle the score, and settle it I will."
Gregory gave me a wry smile. "I heard he''s nning to put a ring on your finger. Keeping an enemy
so close, even in bed? Lucas must have a death wish."
I bit my lip. Nobody knew better than me how much Lucas feared the reaper.
The sound of a long, ring horn cut through the air. Sharing a knowing look, Gregory and I could
not help but crack up.
"He''s arrived!" Gregory eximed, peering out the window. A yacht, decked out with the national
g, was making its way toward us.
I caught sight of it too.
The person we had been waiting for was finally here, and the thrill of it had us both itching to bolt
from the cabin and sync up with the cops waiting on the other side.
The moment we swung the cabin door open, however, a sinister gun was jammed against Gregory''s
temple. It all happened so fast, I gasped. When I realized it was Lucas at the door, my heart
lurched.
How on earth did he track us down so fast?
With the gun to his head, Gregory was forced back inside. Lucas, with those dark eyes squinting at
me, had a look that could curdle milk. "Yvette, it looks like I''ve been too soft on you," he said.
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Before I could get a word out, his henchman Inch was on me, binding my hands once more.
Lucas then turned his icy gaze to Gregory, a sneer ying on his lips. "All this way, and that''s the
best you can do?"
Suddenly, one of his goons tossed a ck box onto the floor. Gregory''s face went from shocked to
ghostly white in a heartbeat.
Even if I were thest person to catch on, Gregory''s expression said it all. He had been set up to
take the fall for Lucas. The guy next to Lucas popped open a case, and it was packed with the kind
of stuff that would get you in serious trouble with the cops.
How did Lucas get his hands on this stash so fast?
Gregory bit his lip, eyeing Lucas, then let out a bitter chuckle. "So, my smooth sailing was all thanks
to you, huh? Looks like I owe you one."
Lucas just scoffed and had his goons tie Gregory up. The re of a ship''s horn was getting louder.
Someone rushed up to Lucas and reported, "Luke, the ship''s fixed and ready to go. But the cops
have us in their sights. They got a tip about contraband and want to search the ship."
Despite the police having them in their sights because they received a tip about contraband and
wanting to search the ship, Lucas barely nced at the illegal goods on the floor, gave us a quick
once-over, then flicked his eyes at one of his crew. The next thing I knew, the contraband was flying
out the window into the ocean.
"All set," Lucas said coolly. "Let them search you."
Gregory and I were escorted up to the deck. The cops were about to board, so they untied us, but
Lucas made sure we had a couple of his guys keeping uspany.
It looked like Gregory''s hard work was for nothing. I turned to him and said, "All that effort, and you
couldn''t nail Lucas. Now you''re in the hot seat too."
The shock was gone from his face, reced by a calm detachment. "Who says I''m in trouble?" he
shot back.
That caught me off guard. He had another move? "You''ve got another trick up your sleeve?"
He did not reply, just gazed out at the sea and let out a weary sigh. "Just hope we''ve got enough
time."
I did not get what he meant. It was all a bit too mysterious for me.
He cast a secretive nce at the patrol boat easing into the dock. I followed his gaze and, to my
surprise, spotted a familiar silhouette on board.