The Ember In The Storm

Epilogue

Jackson knew he was obnoxious and stubborn. When he wanted things his way, they had to go his way. Roman could testify to this.

Only two things had been made in Jackson's life against his will, marrying Elizabeth was one of them. However, he enjoyed it more than hated it.

The second, was this. This man.

Enoch Holloway.

He spoke and acted with authority. Even as he approached Jackson and Luke, his over the top expensive boots and sharp blue dark eyes gleamed with narcissistic self praise. He had black curls falling over his ears and to his shoulders, neatly styled out of his view. Sharp jaw and an aura of maturity that surpassed his actual age.

Jackson had to actually stop himself from falling to his knees or doing something he would regret later for forgetting about his dignity and pride. Enoch stopped two feet ahead of the younger and shorter man. Standing at nearly half past six feet, his broad shoulders made him seem even more towering than he already was.

"I'd suggest you head back to the hospital and rest yourself whilst I take care of this," he smiled, although there was nothing friendly about it.

"This is an opportunity, General. I'm sorry but who knows what he knows? This could be crucial for us," Jackson said, trying to tone down his voice harder than he wanted to.

"Whatever he knows, it doesn't matter. We have intel and our men already providing necessary information. Whether he chooses to speak or not, he must face the punishment." Enoch stated, his eyes sharp on Jackson, his tone decided and face stern.

Jackson clenched his jaw, looking between his brother and Enoch.

This was it. Just... like that..?

Enoch gestured for his men to the large metal door. They nodded and walked to it, one pulling a key out and opening the large door. They walked inside and more or less dragged Luke out.

"Unless you're looking to be suspected of his crime too," Enoch spoke up, grabbing the attention of Jackson, "I'd suggest you don't interfere, General."

Jackson kept his eyes on the older man, fighting every urge in his body to not express his frustration.

"Yes, sir." He practically spat the words out.

Enoch offered his cold smile once more.

"Very good. I'll be on my way," he nodded for his own departure before turning for the exit. Jackson faced Luke, helpless and guilty.

Luke lifted his head high as he walked further away from his brother. He gave a toothy grin.

"I'll see you once more, brother."

Jackson couldn't help grinning.

What an idiot. At least show remorse or fear.

Jackson managed a nod, watching as Luke left by the corner with Enoch and his men. He looked away from the entrance, eyes trailing to his boots, his fists clenching besides him.

"General!"

Romans voice echoed before he appeared into the hall, his eyes falling on Jackson with remorse.

"I saw Senior General Enoch taking Luke," he spoke as he walked further to him. "I take it you weren't successful in convincing him to spare your brother."

"Who cares," Jackson murmured. "Luke seemed more willing to die anyways."

The young General sighed, leaning against the wall before slipping down to settle on the hard ground. He had his legs folded against his chest, resting his elbow on his knee before resting his hand through his soft hair.