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JACE's POV

It has been three days since we announced Christine's pregnancy to both of our families but we haven't returned to Houston yet. We decided to spend two more days in our house because we're surrounded with everything that reminds us of our son.

We're trying our best to stay positive even if it's so hard to do so. Three years have passed and during those difficult years, we've been mourning JC's death. Until now, I couldn't even forgive myself because of what happened to him.

I thought, I would never have the chance to make it up to my son but now, looks like fate has finally smiled upon us and we're hoping that this is not just a lie.

I slowly opened the nursery room. This room was used to be JC's room but he never had the chance to sleep in here during the night because he couldn't sleep without Christine lulling him to sleep and lying down beside him while breastfeeding not to mention that he kept on waking up in the middle of the night and crying, looking for his mommy.

We couldn't leave him in the nursery room alone because he's such a cry-baby. Besides that, Christine wasn't comfortable with the idea because he was still a baby.

I drew a deep breath as I looked around. His toys, walker, children's books that Christine and I used to read to him before he slept and many more of his things that were still there. Ever since that horrific incident that destroyed our family three years ago, I never had the strength to go into this room because I knew that if I saw everything inside, I would breakdown.

But now, for the first time after three long years, I finally had the strength to go inside. But of course, the pain is still there the moment I stepped inside.

Yes, it still feels hard seeing all the things that reminds me of JC but it's kinda different now. Knowing that there's a possibility that JC's still alive is giving me hope. Christine came to this room on our second night here and she broke down upon seeing all our son's things. She was so emotional that I got scared that it might affect her condition.

I've known Christine to be a strong woman but when it comes to JC, she becomes vulnerable because of the pain.

Before we came to home here to New York, we went to the doctor's and the doctor said that Christine should avoid getting stressed out because it might affect the baby inside her.

Thankfully, I managed to calm her down after about half an hour of weeping while calling our son's name. Every tear that fell from her eyes felt like a knife that stabbed my heart thousand times. Even if it was so hard for me, I comforted her the best way I could while trying my best not to cry as well.

It's really hard to comfort someone when you're hurt too. I took a deep breath.

"Daddy and mommy are trying to be positive in life, son, so please, come back to us. We're here waiting for you. We can't achieve real happiness without you in our lives." I muttered softly as I took one of his pictures that were on display.

I looked at my son on that picture. That was taken during his 10-month celebration. We celebrated every month until he finally reached his first birthday.

He looked so cute on that picture. A smile appeared on my lips when I remembered how he suddenly grabbed his cake and wiped it on his face. Christine and I were laughing so hard because he looked too adorable.

My heart clenched painfully upon remembering those precious moments with our son.

It really is hard for parent to move on when their child dies. It's actually impossible to move on from that. What happened to our son was the reason why Christine and I got separated for a couple of years, but now that there's a possibility that JC might be alive after all, I felt so happy. I would do everything to know the truth.

I stared at JC's picture and a pained smile appeared on my face. He really looked like me when I was still a baby. Even my mother used to say that whenever she sees JC before.

My son took a lot from me but when it comes to his eyes, that's a different story because he has his mother's electric blue eyes.

My chest tightened in pain reminiscing the past. I put back the picture frame on its rightful place and was about to take the other one when I heard a knock on the opened door. I furtively wiped my tears and then face the direction of the door.

"Yes, Vina?" I asked when I saw one of our household helpers.

"You have a visitor, sir." She informed. My eyebrows creased and looked at the time. It was already 10:25 am.

"Okay. Thank you." She nodded her head and then left. I looked around once again and then heaved a sigh before exiting the nursery room. I went downstairs and saw one of my good friends in the TBG. He was talking to my wife at the living room.

"You're late." I uttered while sauntering toward them.

"Excuse me. I'm not late. I arrived here at exactly 10:25. You're the one who's late. It's already 10:30" Christine chuckled.

"Well, T here is right, mi amor. Just as they say; when you come on time, you're late." She said. Well, she's right because that's what I do when it comes to business.

"Come on, mi amor. You should be on my side." My wife rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. Anyway, I'll leave you two here. I'll just continue what I'm doing at the kitchen." My forehead wrinkled upon hearing what she said.

"What? You're cooking?" I asked in disbelief. She placed her hands on her waist and then raised an eyebrow at me.

"Yes. Is there a problem with that?" I scratched the back of my head.

"Nothing, mi amor. It's just that, you shouldn't be doing that. You're pregnant and—"

"Yes, and evenin my condition right now, I am not an invalid person, okay? Don't worry about me because I know my limit. I'm just cooking." She answered with a hint of irritation. I was about to answer when I heard T scoffed.

"OA." He then said before smirking at me. I glared at him but he just raised his hand and made a peace-sign at me.

"Shut up! Just tell me about the result of your investigation and leave!" I hissed irritably and Christine gave me a look.

"You're being rude to your friend, Jace!" She rebuked. T laughed.

"Don't worry about it, Mrs. Montejo. I'm already used to it." My wife shook her head.

"Okay. I'll leave you two here then. Anyway, why don't you stay for lunch, T?" She offered to my friend.

"Sure, Mrs. Montejo. I really want to taste your cooking." I gave him a sharp stare, but the jerk just smirked at me.

"Good then. I'm not that good in cooking but I'm trying my best to be better. Just discuss whatever you need to discuss while I'm cooking." My wife said before finally walked away and returned to the kitchen.

"And you really accepted my wife's offer?"

"Of course. I love free food." T even laughed. I shook my head and then sat on the single sofa.

"Whatever. Let's just begin what you came here for. I'm dying to hear the result. I asked you this favor because I knew that you could give me result immediately." I said formally and his face became formal as well.

"Okay. First, I'll let you know about what I've found out about the Alta Hama Group." He began and then gave me an envelope consisting of reports about the said group. I was about to start reading its content when T spoke.

"Apparently, this group is involved with child trafficking and internal organ trafficking. Not only that, they're on illegal drugs trading and terrorism too. That's how dangerous they are." My forehead knitted together. I already knew about the latter two but not the first two.

"What? Child trafficking and internal organ trafficking? Are these b*stards really this crazy?" I couldn't believe what I'm hearing.

"Yes, bud. They take children from their families and make money out of them by selling them or their internal organs. Aside from that, they're keeping some of the children and raise them as their army, brainwashing them into believing into to their beliefs; that what they're fighting for is right." I gulped inaudibly. Hearing those gave me more determination to destroy that group.

I've never had this strong urge to destroy criminals before. They're the only ones who managed to awaken the monster that has been sleeping inside of me for a long time.

Then, I suddenly realized something.

"You're telling me that there's a possibility that they've been keping my son and raised him as one of them?" I asked as my hands formed into fists. Overwhelming rage slowly ate my heart inside and out. Just imagining the possibility of it was already making me want to fly into a fit of rage.

"I think that's best scenario that we could hope for for the time being because if that's the case and he's still alive, we still have the chance to rescue him from those monsters. But what if they already sold him or worst raised him to get his internal organs? I don't want to sound too negative about this, but with this kind of group, everything is possible that's why you need to move fast." I abruptly stood up.

"I will kill those b*stards! They need to make sure that they haven't been hurting my son in any way or else, I will make sure that they'll pay. I will not kill them right away. I'll make sure that they will suffer greatly until they will be the one to ask me to kill them for good!" I roared thunderously and then punched the wall full of rage. I couldn't even feel the pain it caused me because I was in so much rage.

"Calm down, bud." I looked at T.

"How can I calm down after hearing those things?! I can't just stand here and wait, bud! I have to do something!" I raked my fingers through my hair in so much frustration and anger.

"What's happening here?" T and I both looked at the one who spoke. It was my wife. She was staring at me with her eyebrows knitted together. Then, her gaze went down to my already bleeding fist. Her eyes widened.

"Oh, my god! What happened to your hand?!" She approached me and then took my hand to look at it.

"He's mad because—" T was about to answer Christine's question, but I didn't let him finish. I couldn't let her know about what T just informed me. She would freak out and get stressed out for sure. Not to mention the worry that she could possibly feel for our son.

"Nothing, mi amor. I just can't help but to get mad when I heard how evil our enemies are. T here just informed me of their doings and it made my blood boil."

"What do you mean? Is it bad that you even punched the wall? I can't believe you! Why did you have to do that?!" She answered in disbelief.

"Yes, it is that bad, because those people were the ones who were responsible of what happened to us three years ago. They're the one's who took JC from us." My voice was slightly shaking in so much anger even though I was trying my best to appear calm in front of my wife. Her lovely face turned sad upon hearing that.

"I can't forgive those people, mi amor. I promise you that I will hunt them down wherever they are and drag them to where they belong. Now that I've discovered how evil they are, I can't let them continue breathing freely like this. I must end their spree once and for all." I said through gritted teeth. I noticed that my wife turned silent after that.

She looked like she was about to cry. Worry was evident on her face too. I placed a finger under her chin and then made her look at me.

"What happened?" I asked gently.

"I'm just worried about you. You want to go after those people who took away JC form us without considering the dangers of it. Those people are dangerous, mi amor. What if they would get you too or worse, kill you? I won't be able to take it if that happens." Her voice broke as she got emotional.

I drew a deep breath and then gathered her into my arms. "Shhh. You don't have to worry about me, mi amor. I have a lot of people who could help me with this mission. Knowing that you're here beside me is enough for me. Just stay with me and be my strength. That's all I am asking from you." I kissed her on the forehead as my arms tightened around her soft body.

Then, T cleared his throat. "Don't worry, Mrs. Montejo. Even if I won't be able to help your husband here in his fight because I have a very important mission to do, rest assured that he has a lot of people who will help him. I'll guarantee you that." She pulled away from me a little bit and then looked at T.

"I hope everything's going to be alright. All I want right now is to see our son, nothing else and live in peace with my family." She voiced out.

"Mi amor..." She forced a smile as she looked at me.

"I'll just get the first aid kit to clean your wound." She then turned her back and walked away. I raked my fingers through my hair in frustration.

"Why didn't you tell her about the complete details? She has the right to know about it too." T asked. I shook my head.

"No. Didn't you see how worried she was? I don't want to add stress to her. Not on her condition right now."

"What do you mean?" A small smile appeared on my lips.

"She's pregnant, bud. I don't want this to affect her pregnancy in any way. I won't tell her about this if that means protecting her."

"Wow! Congratulations! When you told me that you and Christine got together again, I was surprised because I honestly didn't expect for her to return to you again after what happened. But now, you didn't just manage to take her back, she's also pregnant too. You're the man!" I couldn't help but to chuckle because of what he said.

Typical T. When he's with his friends, the serious him disappears. I mentally shook my head.

Seconds later, my wife came back and then cleaned my wound. She was quiet the whole time. I wanted to talk to her but I didn't know what to say.

"I'll just finish what I'm doing in the kitchen, okay?" She said after she was done.

"Do you need a hand, mi amor?" I asked.

"No. It's okay. I can manage. Just entertain T here. Anyway, we have beers in the fridge, right? Do you want me to take some for you two?" She offered.

"No, we're fine. I'll just get it later." She forced a smile.

"Okay, then." She then went back to the kitchen.

"Hey, your wife told you to entertain me. Why don't you dance for a change? I haven't seen you dance before." T said while laughing.

"Fùcker. What do you think of me, some kind of gigolo? Have you turned into a gay now that you're interested in seeing me dance?" He laughed full f amusement.

"Well, why not?" He even blinked his eyes innumerably, copying the sexy gays in movies. I felt like all the hairs on my nape stand up because of what he did.

"Damn! Don't ever do that again, bud. You're creeping me out." I said full of disgust and he laughed full of amusement.

"Anyway, stop messing around and tell me about the other one." I then said, referring to the other assignment that I asked him. He didn't have enough time but because I asked it as a favor, he agreed to do it.

He finally turned serious as he gave me the second envelope that he was holding. It was about the kid that my wife met before.

"Well, this is the intriguing part. The doctor and his wife don't have any criminal records at all. When you told me that there's a possibility that they're connected to a certain syndicate, I took that as a lead and investigate some of the syndicates and terrorist groups out there. I've discovered that they're in a lot of charity works. They even have a foundation, helping people with chronic illness in their treatments."

"What? Are you sure we're talking about the same people here?" I asked in disbelief.

"No. I'm sure about this. But I'm not finished yet. I noticed something weird with these couple. They already adopted ten children so far but apparently, the other five died in a car crash." My forehead creased.

"What? All of them died in that car crash?"

"Yes, bud, and that's the intriguing part."

"What do you mean?" The corner of his lips lifted.

"Looks like you suspicion was right after all. This doctor together with his wife is most likely connected to a syndicate. If your suspicion is right, those remaining five kids are in danger." My lips open as I intended to say something but nothing came out of my mouth.

I suddenly got worried of those kids. 

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What do you think of this chapter, guys?

Who still remembers T? Have you read his story already?

Will Jace succeed on destroying the Alta Hama Group?

Will they have the chance to reunite with JC?

Judging from this chapter; Is JC really alive?

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