Chapter 4 004

3rd person POV:

"Are you sure you don't recognize her?"

"No, father. I do not recognize her. Is she someone you know?"

Winston stroked his chin, a pleased smile on his lips. It was a few hours after Miranda had been thrown out. He was currently in his study, going over the list of families he was to attend to. Long ago he had lost his license as a doctor, but that didn't mean he couldn't perform surgeries.

Illegally, of course. And besides, the world of the mafia was a more forgiving place. No one cared about his past, all that mattered was he stitched up the injured men, removed bullets and kept quiet about it.

Plus, no one would recognize him anyway. As far as the world was concerned, Winston Valentine broke out of jail and soon died in a fire. Now he was simply known as Dr. Spencer. To himself however, he preferred his old name. It was a way of him connecting to his previous life.

Morgan didn't know Dr. Spencer. She didn't fall in love with him. No. she was in love with Dr. Valentine.

"Father, this lady just now, do you know her?"

"Do I know her? What a question that is, son." Winston said.

Of course he knew her. He had kept tabs on Morgan and her offspring ever since he broke out of jail. He was always there, a silent shadow. He watched Miranda go through school, smart and fast. He knew everything Morgan was up, and same with her stupid husband Fontaine.

Winston knew everything.

He turned to Cole and he felt a deep wave of pleasure wash over him. Once again he was reminded of his brilliance, of his sheer genius. The twins had finally met each other. After eighteen long and dreadful years.

Miranda Fontaine just met her dead brother.

And she was none the wiser.

Winston laughed to himself, utterly amused. The look in her eyes, the fire and rage and hatred. Ten times the look in Morgan's eyes all those years ago. It wasn't hard to recognize her – she was Morgan's split image.

"Is everything alright, Father?" Cole asked.

Winston looked up at him. Those dead eyes stared back at him. The side effect of all the years of brutal training. Family after family, Cole was trained in all the ways to kill a man. Even Winston wasn't aware of the full extent of his training – not that he cared, as long as the boy did what he was told to do.

He was loyal to the death. Swift. Deadly.

And his twin, his beautiful and fiery twin, was the opposite side of the coin. Where her brother took lives, she saved them. He was a criminal, a killer. She was an officer of the law. Day and night. Heaven and hell.

Winston burst out laughing. "Oh Morgan, if only you could share this joy of mine right now."

But alas, she couldn't.

He took his phone and pulled up an app. It showed him a location – Morgan's location.

The tracker was still in place. After more than twenty years. It made him giddy with joy.

She didn't know. She never knew that her Dr. Shirley was working for him. She never knew that all those years ago, before their paths even crossed, he loved her. He watched her. He took measures for her. She will never know just how perfectly he ordered their paths to cross. The party. The champagne she spilled on him. Using him as a fake boyfriend. It was all his plan.

He always loved her.

And what better way to show his love than to have her location at hand at all times? If she ever was in danger he would know. What greater show of love than that?

And now, her beautiful children were in the mix. How he wished he could tell her. How he wished he could fly down to her, and show her how much he had missed her.

"Patience," he said to himself. "Patience is the key."

Not to forget his traitor sister, Sabrina, who was always there by Morgan's side? And of course she had to be good at it too. She would block his attempts at getting to her online. But one thing she hadn't caught on to was the tracker. And the eyes on Morgan. Sabrina was good, but there was only so much she could do online.

"There's a party next week," Winston said, all smiles wiped off his face. He looked at Cole with a stern look. "Our little lady, she will be there. Bring her to me."

"I can get her now,"

"No, not now. It must be at the party." Winston replied. It wasn't just a party, it was a gathering of families. Tension will be high. Bullets will fly. And knowing Miranda, she will not simply give up. She had taken the bait.

Are you my brother?

She was smart, Winston had to give it to her. But then again, she was Morgan's daughter. Of course she was smart. However, no matter how many times she asked, it was pointless. Her brother was dead. This Cole was Cole Spencer now. And he will never remember his old life.

Miranda Fontaine will come to the party for answers. She won't let this die, no. she's too greedy for that.

It was all working in his favor.

"And when you get her, don't hit her face okay? You'll ruin her beauty. Be gentle with her, although I doubt that's in your abilities."

Cole tipped his head in a bow. "Yes, father. No hitting. Do you want her for yourself?"

A wicked light came to his eyes. "And you, do you want her?"

"No." a hint of emotion came onto his face. Disgust. It made Winston narrow his eyes.

Winston sighed. How disappointing. It would have been fun to break them that way too. But it was fine. He had other tricks up his sleeve. "She's not the one I want. It's her mother."

"Shall I bring her mother to you then?"

There was no emotion in that question. He wasn't even curious, he was just asking for an order. It made Winston laugh.

"My goodness, son, what a wicked mind you have!"

Winston imagined it. If he sent Cole to drag Morgan to him right now. Will she recognize her son? Or has the grief and years dulled his image? Even with all the modifications to his face, will she see her little boy in his eyes?

And Dante... oh Dante.

Cole will kill him. One order, and he is dead.

Killed by his own son. And Morgan...when she finds out her son has been alive all these years, trained to be a death harbinger by the man she once loved. Oh how it would break her. Oh how she would be ruined. And he would be there to savor it all.

Winston rubbed his hands together in pleasure. Patience. Patience.

It would be much better to get the entire family together. A sweet little family reunion. He could imagine the looks on their faces. The offer he would make to Morgan: come with me, and I'll spare your family.

He grinned to himself. Oh it would be glorious. Then and only then will he have his revenge on Rosewood and Morgan. All at once.

"Don't worry yourself, son. When the time is right, I will tell you what to do. For now, bring the little lady to me."

And as usual, trained and perfect, he replied; "Yes, father."