Chapter 280 - Burning Ducati

Keifer's POV

"Keigan..." I called out to Keigan, who was currently staring off into the distance.

"W-what?" he asked, snapping out of his thoughts.

"Is there a problem?"

He just looked at me while slowly shaking his head. He gave me a brief nod before walking away.

I find it difficult to talk to him when he's like this. It always feels like there's a wall around him—one that he won't let anyone in or out of.

"Keifer!" Honey called out, waving her hand.

I quickened my pace to meet her. She handed me a thick catalog. I glanced at it for a moment before walking ahead.

"Just let me know what you choose so we can finalize the paperwork," Honey added, following closely behind.

"You have until tomorrow to decide."

"Wow... What a generous deadline," she said sarcastically. "You do realize we're ordering a plane, right? And you want it custom-made?"

We headed straight to the basement, where my friends and I usually hang out. I placed the catalog on the counter before pouring myself a glass of wine.

I stared at the glass for a moment before taking a seat on one of the stools. Then, I picked up the catalog and flipped through its pages. It was filled with private jet models.

This was the only gift I could think of that would be perfect for Ci-N. His birthday is tomorrow, and I want to make it the most special and memorable celebration for him. 🛫

I don't want to disappoint him—especially since Jay-Jay won't be coming. She's still mad at Ci-N, and honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if she decided not to show up.

But it would be great if she did.

"I just want a simple private jet for him," I muttered while flipping through the pages.

It's difficult to choose when all I see are pictures. I might not even understand what I'm supposed to buy. I closed the catalog and downed the rest of my wine.

"You didn't pick anything?" Honey asked.

"It's hard to explain what I want. Maybe I should pay them a visit," I said, standing up.

She immediately followed me, holding the catalog. I knew that one of the owners of the Plane and Jet Corporation was currently in the Philippines. Private jets are in high demand there.

I didn't waste any time. As soon as I got in the car, Honey hopped in as well. I drove fast, hoping to catch her before he left.

"I messaged his secretary. I told her you're a guaranteed buyer," Honey said while typing on her phone.

"Thanks."

I headed straight to the Business District, where he was staying. He was at a well-known hotel owned by the Hanamitchis. As I parked, Honey informed me that he was in the restaurant.

I moved quickly. Honey was still typing on her phone as we entered the restaurant. He was sitting alone, eating quietly. I had heard that he dislikes noise while eating, which is why he pays for the entire restaurant to dine alone.

As we stepped inside, two men immediately blocked our path—his bodyguards, obviously.

"I'm here for Mr. Moskovosky," I said.

From across the room, we heard a deep voice respond.

"Let them in! That's my customer!" he shouted.

The bodyguards stepped aside, allowing us through. We quickly approached his table.

"Mr. Watson, have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chairs in front of him. "I hope you don't mind if I continue eating."

"Not at all. Please, go ahead," I replied before pulling out a chair for Honey.

Once she was seated, I took my place across from Mr. Moskovosky. His last name sounded unusual—probably because he was Russian. I had heard he was half-American.

"So, have you looked through the catalog?" he asked before taking a bite of his food. "Those are our newest private jet models. Some of them haven't even hit the market yet."

"I have," I said. "I like the Bizliners."

He smiled and set his utensils down before taking a sip of water. After wiping his lips with a napkin, he leaned slightly forward.

"The most expensive private jets," he remarked. "I'd recommend the Airbus A318 Elite. Most of our high-end clients prefer it because of its spacious interior. Plus, the amenities can be fully customized. You've got good taste."

"Exactly why I like it," I agreed. "But there's a small problem."

His expression turned serious.

"Mind telling me?"

"The thing is… it's a gift for a friend who's turning 15 tomorrow. I want to make sure he's the sole owner."

He leaned back in his chair, his brow furrowing slightly.

"That's… quite impossible," he said. "A 15-year-old isn't allowed to fly, let alone take piloting lessons. What's he supposed to do with a private jet?"

I smirked. This was exactly why I chose his company.

"Customize a jet specifically for him," I said. "I'm willing to pay $100 million for it."

His posture changed instantly—he sat up straight, adjusting his coat. The doubt disappeared from his face.

"Now we're talking!" he said with a laugh. "But you do realize it'll take years to complete?"

"I'm not worried about that," I replied. "Like you said, he can't fly it yet. I just want the certification and ownership documents in his name."

He nodded, his expression shifting to understanding. Then, he pulled out his phone and made a call.

"Prepare a special contract for a customized jet," he instructed. "Yes… ensure all details are included. Send it to Mr. Watson's assistant immediately… Yes… That will do." He ended the call and looked at me.

I noticed Honey typing something on her phone.

"My assistant will send over the details. Just make sure to specify all the custom features you want for the jet," he explained. "Once you sign the contract, you'll receive the ownership certificate in a few weeks."

"Make it a day. I want the certificate tomorrow."

He raised a brow. "You want me to pull some strings?"

"I'm willing to pay extra."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "A Watson will always be a Watson." He extended his hand, and I shook it firmly.

"Send it back as soon as you sign," he said. "I'll take care of the certificate."

"Thank you, Mr. Moskovosky," I said and stood up.

We were about to leave when he stopped me. I turned back to look at him.

"Before you go, I want to ask if you know someone named Rafael Mosk or Angelo Fernandez?"

I almost flinched upon hearing their names. What does he need from Angelo? And Rafael Mosk? I'm not even sure if he's still alive.

"May I know why?"

"Just potential buyers," he said with a smile. "Forget it. Thank you for doing business with us."

I forced a smile and left. Honey followed closely behind. Every step I took was faster than the last—I didn't feel good hearing those two names.

Rafael was Angelo's friend who disappeared for reasons unknown to me. I never understood why Angelo and his friends never looked for him. Maybe they knew where he was, or perhaps he simply left and said goodbye to them.

Rafael Mosk.

"Why didn't you say you knew Angelo?" Honey asked once we got inside my car.

"There are many Angelo Fernandezes in the Philippines."

She simply rolled her eyes. I knew that she knew—the Angelo Fernandez the man was referring to was the same one I knew. Only one made waves in the business industry.

And he was connected to Rafael Mosk.

"Tell me everything you want to add to the customized jet plane you ordered. I'll type it down and send it to them," she said while typing on her phone.

I listed all the features I wanted, including voice recognition to ensure that only Ci-N could use the jet in the future.

I didn't like his brother's behavior. I knew they interfered in everything he had. It wouldn't be surprising if they tried to take ownership of it.

I also wanted him to fulfill his dream of becoming a pilot. I knew he was going to enter medical school, but he was still young, and he had plenty of opportunities to learn how to fly.

When we arrived home, Honey immediately ran inside. She said she was going to print the contract for me to sign.

I ignored it and waited inside. It wasn't long before she returned with a few papers and a pen. I read through them before signing.

"It's your car. I'll take it to them now," she said, holding out her hand.

I arched a brow. "Not familiar with a fax machine?"

Her lips formed an "O," and she smiled after realizing what I meant.

"Sorry. I just really wanted to use your car," she admitted before leaving.

Excuses.

I knew she didn't actually know how to use a fax machine. I just shook my head as I watched her leave. Just then, my phone rang. I took it out of my pocket, and the first thing I saw was Edrix's name.

"Yes?" I answered.

["Someone from your new security system called me! They said they saw someone following Jason!"] he said hurriedly.

Only one person came to mind. Was he acting out of revenge against me? That bastard was getting on my nerves.

"Can you track him?"

["I can't, but the last time they saw him was at a mall!"]

"Which mall? There are too many in town!"

["I'll text you the name!"] he said, then suddenly laughed like a kid. ["This is so cool, Keifer! I feel like a boss with so many people working under me! We should collaborate with other groups too!"] He laughed again.

I shook my head. "Just send it so I can go!"

I heard him laugh once more before I hung up. He was enjoying this way too much.

Not long after, I received his text. I immediately headed to the garage and got into my car. Jason better not lay a finger on the person I love. Otherwise, I'd burn his motorcycle right in front of him.

I sped off. When I arrived at the mall Edrix mentioned, I drove around the parking lot and checked all the entrances and exits, but I didn't see Jason.

I wandered around until I spotted a man wearing a black helmet, sitting on a Ducati near the mall's exit where people usually waited for taxis. Then I saw Jay-Jay and Rakki standing nearby, also waiting for a taxi.

I didn't move just yet. I wanted to see what Jason was up to. I didn't want to overreact, but if I didn't act, who knew what he would do?

Damn it!

I had no choice but to follow them. The moment Jason saw Jay-Jay and Rakki leaving, he started his motorcycle and followed them. I did the same to him.

It was tough to stay unnoticed—not too close, not too far.

I followed them for almost an hour before I realized something. There was no taxi ahead of Jason.

I've been tricked!

As soon as I realized it, Jason revved his engine and quickly disappeared from my sight. I slammed my hands against the steering wheel, cursing.

But where did Jay-Jay and Rakki go? They couldn't have reached home yet—the road they took was in a different direction, far from their subdivision. Maybe they were still together. But where?

I decided to check Rakki's house.

I wasn't completely sure of the address. I tried to remember the house that Ci-N always described to me, but it was no use.

I pulled over to the side of the road and took out my phone. I texted Rory, asking for Rakki's address. Luckily, he replied quickly.

I didn't feel like driving all the way there, but I had no choice. At least I wouldn't have to search house by house. From a distance, I spotted Jason's parked motorcycle.

I stopped my car and turned off the engine. He was waiting for Jay-Jay to come out.

So was I.

Waiting, however, was no joke.

I waited for several hours until the sky darkened and the streetlights flickered on. Finally, the gate of the house opened. Jay-Jay stepped out, saying goodbye to Rakki and an older woman.

I saw Jason preparing. He started the engine, and when Jay-jay walked closer to him, he turned his headlight to high beam—bright enough to blind someone.

Jay stopped. Jason walked toward her, and they started talking. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, but before I could make a mistake, I texted Rory. I told him to prepare and inform the Ulupos—I mean the whole Section E.

I froze when I saw Jay-Jay getting on Jason's motorcycle. He had that flashing smile I always wanted to wipe off with my fist. My anger flared even more when I saw Jay place her hand on his shoulder.

I will fucking kill this guy!

Jason sped off, and I followed them. I trailed them for a long distance but never lost sight of them. They finally stopped in front of a gotohan. I parked on the other side of the road, right where my small shop was. By the time I looked again, they were already inside the dining area.

I knew Jason hadn't invited Jay-Jay for dinner. And I was right. Not long after, a group of motorcyclists arrived—his gang.

My gut told me to rush in. But if I moved now, there was a huge chance it was a trap. But what if they were already doing something to Jay-Jay?

Make a fucking decision now.

I couldn't afford to make a mistake. Jay-jay couldn't get hurt. I quickly sent my location to Edrix and told them to wait for my signal.

I would face that bastard alone.

I got out of my car and ran toward them. Even from a distance, I could see the chaos inside. Jay was trying her best to fight back. But my heart clenched in fear when she fell, and they started kicking her.

I'm here to save you!

I stormed inside, and they immediately stopped. Jason turned to me with a smug smile, looking satisfied.

"It's been a long time... Don't tell me you got stuck in traffic. You've been out there for a while now," he sneered.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Jay-Jay crawling toward the nearest wall. Seeing her like that made me want to kill Jason right then and there. My fists clenched, itching to land on his face.

"Oh... I think we overdid it," he added, feigning concern. "...It took you a while. She was the one we knocked down."

I scanned the room, taking in the scene. Some of his men were on the ground. I couldn't help but smirk.

You're really my strong woman.

"What happened to you?" I asked, keeping my tone neutral. "There are only a few of them, but you still couldn't take them down?"

Jay frowned at me, clearly pissed. She even rolled her eyes.

"Your girlfriend and I couldn't handle it," Jason suddenly said.

"He's not my boyfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend,"

we said in unison.

She's My Future Mrs. Watson. ❤️

"Ouch... So the rumors are true. Keifer used a woman to get revenge on his enemy," Jason taunted.

"Shut the fuck up, Jason."

He chuckled while taking off his jacket. I knew he was ready to fight.

So am I.

"What do you want?" I asked.

His expression darkened. "I want you dead, Keifer."

If you can.

He suddenly grabbed a chair and threw it at me before charging with a punch. I dodged and quickly blocked his attack, countering with a kick that sent him flying backward.

His men were about to attack, but Jason held up a hand, signaling them to stay back. He got up and lunged at me again. We exchanged blows—punches, kicks, anything to bring the other down. I grabbed a chair and smashed it against him. He grimaced in pain.

"Keifer! They have a knife!" Jay suddenly shouted.

Jason backed away as one of his men rushed at me with a knife. I dodged just in time, his blade barely missing me. I quickly landed a punch on his jaw, knocking him unconscious. But I didn't see Jason's kick coming. It hit me hard, knocking the air out of my lungs.

I struggled to breathe, but panic surged through me when I saw Jason's men approaching Jay-Jay.

Fuck!

I couldn't get to her in time—Jason would get in the way. But I wasn't too worried. Jay-jay was fighting back.

You're doing great!

"Your enemy is right here," Jason taunted, attacking again.

I fought back, exchanging punches and kicks. Our bodies and faces took hit after hit. I knew Jay-Jay was giving it her all, but she wouldn't last much longer. My hope started to falter when I suddenly heard her voice.

"Keifer..." Someone was holding Jay-Jay.

Shit! I knew it! I was too focused on Jason.

If I attacked the guy holding her, Jason would take the opportunity to strike. If I focused on Jason, Jay-Jay would be in even more danger.

She had no choice but to trust me. I trusted her too. She was strong—stronger than me.

I turned my attention back to Jason. We would fight together. Neither of us would fall behind. But if we messed up, we'd both lose.

"Can you do it?" I asked, still not looking at her.

She didn't answer, but I knew she could.

"Can you do it?" I asked again.

I don't think she got it.

"Can you do it?"

Her expression suddenly changed. She understood. I positioned myself to attack. Jason still had no idea what was coming.

"One!" I shouted.

Jason's eyes darted between me and Jay-Jay.

"Two!"

"THREE!" We yelled in unison.

I leaped, spinning mid-air to deliver a high kick straight to Jason's face. He staggered back, and before he could recover, Jay took him down.

She did it! My girl did it! I was so damn proud of her!

We stood in silence, catching our breath. I scanned the room to see if anyone else was still standing.

No one.

Jay and I locked eyes and burst into laughter. For the first time, we had fought together. But our laughter soon faded.

I don't know what happened, but the next thing I knew, we were both hugging each other.

Oh my god! I missed hugging her!

I felt her loosen her grip and try to push me away, but I didn't want to let go.

"H-Hey… W-Why are you hugging me?" she asked while pushing me away.

Tsk. You hugged me back, remember?

I tightened my hold on her. "You're the one who wanted it… I'm just giving it to you."

And I want it too… so badly.

"P-Please, you can let go now," she said, but I didn't.

"Are you sure? You seem to want more."

I know you want this too.

"I'm sure… P-Please, let go," she said, pushing me again.

"I can feel it… You want more."

I held her head and rested it against my chest. I didn't care if she could hear my heartbeat. She stopped moving and relaxed in my arms. I knew she wanted this as much as I did. ❤️

"I know… You really want this," I said, unable to stop the smile forming on my lips.

"Let go. I'm talking," she said in a serious tone.

I knew something was wrong, so even though I didn't want to let go, I did. She pushed me away, and immediately, I saw the pain in her eyes.

Damn it! Did I make a mistake again?

"What are you doing?" I frowned. I had no idea what she was talking about. "…What are you doing? Why are you coming near me? Why are you showing these signs again? Why are you making me feel like you have feelings for me? Why? Why are you doing this?"

Fuck!

I was so reckless. I lost track of what I was doing. Why didn't I think she'd notice? I was so caught up that I forgot she would ask. That she would find out the reason behind everything I do.

I looked around, trying to find an answer. I couldn't think of anything. Maybe I should just tell the truth.

It's better if I stay away for now.

"It's late… I'll take you home," I said, reaching for her hand, but she stepped back.

"Leave if you want. But I won't go with you."

"Jay… Don't let your stubbornness get the better of you."

"Answer my question first! Why are you torturing me like this?! Isn't it enough, what you did to me?! Now, here you are again, making me believe we have something when we don't!"

Why is she so stubborn? Just come with me! Please.

I wanted to tell her that it was for her own good, that it was better if she didn't know what was going on.

"Answer me, Keifer. Do you really have feelings for me?" she asked, her eyes brimming with tears.

I DO! I FUCKING DO HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU! I'M SO IN LOVE WITH YOU THAT I'M READY TO SACRIFICE EVERYTHING JUST TO KEEP YOU SAFE!

I looked down before she could notice my teary eyes.

"I heard you… You and Yuri… what you talked about…" she whispered, her voice breaking. Tears streamed down her face. "…I want to believe that what Yuri said was true—that you were lying. That you really do have feelings for me. But I need to hear it from you."

I quickly turned away before my tears could fall. I couldn't hold them back anymore. Seeing her like this made me want to regret everything. Made me want to take it all back. Made me want to stop the plan. Made me want to give up. I just want to be with her.

"I'll take you home," I said flatly.

I left her and crossed the street to get into my car. I kept wiping my eyes as I started the engine and parked next to Jason's motorcycle. I knew she wouldn't come out anytime soon.

I tried to calm myself, but my tears wouldn't stop. I wanted to be with her. I wanted to hold her tight. I wanted to hear her voice without anger and pain.

This is so hard! I don't want this anymore. Please.

I slammed my hands against the steering wheel, taking deep breaths. I wiped my face just as I heard a horn honk.

I lifted my head, and the first thing I saw was Jay-Jay's face. She was looking at a newly arrived car.

It was Aries.

I stepped out of the car and looked at them. She glanced at me, pain evident in her eyes, before walking away. I don't want to see her like this.

Why do I feel like I'm losing her?

I watched her leave. Her eyes… they looked like they were saying goodbye. It felt like my whole world collapsed when she finally disappeared from view.

I'm losing her!

I can't… I can't lose her just like that!

I looked at the parked motorcycles, then immediately pulled out my phone and called Rory.

"Same place. I want to burn Jason's motorcycle… right in front of him."