Nobela ni Favour Amaka

HOPEAfter Ace left to see Salvatore, sleep vanished from my eyes like it had never existed. My body still hummed from everything that happened between us, but my mind… my mind was a battlefield.Salvatore.If Ace didn’t kill him immediately… and Ace rarely acted without calculating, then Salvatore would talk. He would talk to save his own skin, and if he opened his mouth about me…About who I really was… About what I came here to do… I didn’t want Ace to find out from Salvatore.I sat up abruptly, heart hammering. I couldn’t breathe.No. No. No. That couldn’t happen.I pressed my forehead against my palms. I’d heard the tail-end of Ace and Bob’s call before he left… an old shipping yard, somewhere near the port. That made sense. Hours ago, God, was it only hours? Salvatore held me in that same port. The smell of rust and salt still clung to my memory.It wouldn’t be far.I threw my legs off the bed and stood, ignoring the soreness that pulsed through me from Ace’s hands, Ace’s mouth,

HOPEI slowly opened my eyes to a dimly lit room. It smelled of sandalwood and a mix of something musky ...a subtle hint of Ace's smell. The room was different from anything I'd seen before, but it was comfortable.I groaned sitting up and my hands flew to my neck... Memories of Salvatore's hand around them flashing through my mind. I thought I died without a chance to fight back, but it seemed like the boss saved me again.I could have fought Salvatore, but I didn't know how many men he had outside.Panic rose to my throat as I recalled how he called me Agent Hope. Did Ace find out? I wonder what went down after I passed out.Where was I anyway?I hurriedly stood from the bed dashing for the door, before I could reach, I heard a clap and the chandelier came on shining brighter than a noon sun. Squinting with a hiss, I turned and saw Ace sitting by the far end of the room... A book in hand and something else I couldn't see properly.He was there all along and didn't say a word. We had

HOPEI slowly opened my eyes to a dimly lit room. It smelled of sandalwood and a mix of something musky ...a subtle hint of Ace's smell. The room was different from anything I'd seen before, but it was comfortable.I groaned sitting up and my hands flew to my neck... Memories of Salvatore's hand around them flashing through my mind. I thought I died without a chance to fight back, but it seemed like the boss saved me again.I could have fought Salvatore, but I didn't know how many men he had outside.Panic rose to my throat as I recalled how he called me Agent Hope. Did Ace find out? I wonder what went down after I passed out.Where was I anyway?I hurriedly stood from the bed dashing for the door, before I could reach, I heard a clap and the chandelier came on shining brighter than a noon sun. Squinting with a hiss, I turned and saw Ace sitting by the far end of the room... A book in hand and something else I couldn't see properly.He was there all along and didn't say a word. We had

ACEWe've been searching for hours... twelve hours precisely and yet nothing. I knew that finding Hope was going to be difficult, but not as difficult as this.I ran my hand through my disheveled hair again and turned to Bee who stood beside me in the old warehouse."Tell Bob we're going to Mexico." She looked at me with worry and a mix of fear."Boss... You'll be dragging innocent people into this," she voiced with a hint of fear in her voice."Since when do you think you can question my orders?" I raised a brow at her, earning a whimper and an apology I couldn't hear properly. As she was about to turn and leave, Bob showed up with obvious urgency in his steps."I just got a call from our man in the police. They found a vehicle with a suspicious plate number heading towards the port," he explained. The port... Why didn't I think of that?I mentally scolded myself."We found her Boss. I'll inform everyone, you can go ahead with Bee in your car. We'll follow soon." Bob ran off before

HOPEI opened my eyes slowly and the first thing I noticed was the ribbed silver wall in front of me. It looked the same all around the square room, including the roof. The last thing I remembered from hours ago… maybe days ago was Salvatore and his goon in a car with them.Where did they take me? I questioned as I struggled to undo the rope my hands were tied with. Whoever tied me up did a very sloppy job by the way, the bond was very easy to undo. I learned that back in the FBI in case of situations like this one.Did ace know? Did he know that Salvatore took me and is he looking for me?I quickly undid the rope tied around my legs and ran to the wall that the door. I yanked the handle vigorously but it didn’t bulge so, I placed my ear on the wall to know if people were around but I only heard the swooshing sounds of waves.Fuck! A fucking port!The perfect place to commit murder and get away with it.Knowing that I had little to nothing that would help me get away, I quietly went b

ACEI was a few miles away from Mason Enterprise, but it was the weekend and I doubted Hope would be in the office. So, I turned the wheel toward the mansion instead.The sun was dipping low behind the skyline when my phone chimed from the passenger seat.One new message.Private number.I frowned. Only a handful of people had access to that line.I glanced down and my chest tightened.I’m in trouble. Mall. “What?” I muttered, reading it again. My pulse spiked, and I gripped the steering wheel tighter.Hope.It had to be her. Suddenly I felt a knot twisting in my stomach. My enemies are trying to use her against me. I didn’t realize my fear of Hope being used ran this deep until this instant.Without wasting a second, I hit the button on my console. “Siri, call Bob.”The line rang once before his voice came through, calm but alert. “Are you alright, boss?” he asked as soon as he answered the phone.“I’m fine,” I said sharply. “Where’s Hope?”A pause. “Hope? I thought she was off duty