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Craving For Her Cathy
Zoe's POVBy the time I return, the police officers are on their way out. "Miss," the older man tipped his hat. "We'll be on our way. We are going to question her further tomorrow." "We will be sending some guards to ensure you both are kept safe, just in case her kidnappers come looking for her. They will be on night watch just outside." I nodded and muttered a thank you before they finally left.I made my way back to her room to find her still looking out into space. I half-expected that she would be asleep, she looked as exhausted as I felt. After a bath and medication, a bit of colour had returned to her skin but it did nothing to reduce the effect of the probable last ten years has done to her. She still looked like an estranged sister of a zombie."Mu…" The word comes out to my utter bewilderment before I shove it back in. How tired am I? I face-palm myself which does not help my case because it only aggravated the pounding in my head. I took a deep breath before I spoke ag
Craving For Her A Day Off
Zoe's POVI woke up in a hospital bed at four in the morning, my body cramping badly but at least my head was ebbing and not pounding. I freshened up a little. I would take a taxi home and dress up for work. I could not let Louis get any reason to suspect something was wrong with me. Before I slept, I made a report to HQ on my development but said nothing about Cathy, other than saying I caught a burglar. My bosses would not be worried about my safety. I had been trained for far more dire situations. I let Loira know that she would have to do some undercover work and run tests on the DNA samples that I collected from Kathy. In a few days I will know the truth. I entered Cathy's room to see her sleeping peacefully. Her chest rose rhythmically and that was the only thing that gave me the assurance she was alive. She looked fragile in that state. I walked closer to her and sat down. I reached out to clasp her hand. It was warm under my touch. I looked deeply at her. If not for the la
Craving For Her Like Father Like Son
Louis' POVThe gate to my mansion was opened and my chaffeur drove in. The moment I took a glance at the house I knew something was wrong. He packed the car and opened the door for me. I walked up to the door, to see Beatrice. "Welcome back, sir." She greeted me. I nodded in cognizance. "Madam is inside with miss. They are waiting for you." She supplied. That was what was amiss. I shrugged off my growing annoyance at the fact that I was informed of this meeting. Beatrice opened the door and I stepped in. They heard my entry and Nessa turned to look at me before turning away abruptly. Our old butler was also present standing in a corner, his usual neutral expression plastered on his gaunt face. I did not bother greeting and walked straight upstairs to my room to change. I could hear my mother grumble as I took the stairs to my room. She hated waiting on anyone but too bad she was in my home without any prior notice. I took a shower and put on a shirt and trousers before I trud
Craving For Her His Child
Zoe's POVAfter Cathy's revelation at the hospital, my mind was a whirlwind of puzzle pieces that were slowly coming together, however not in the way that I expected. But nothing was ever truly as it seemed. The name that had stood out during the time of my investigation was the mercenary. Now as I looked through the history of Fuego I saw a lot more. In recent times the only time that I remembered that member of the Mafia was when I recalled the moment the hospital where Mr Callahan had asked me if I knew of Osso, the leader of Gardãna. Gardãna had been one of the major and notorious mafia organizations back in the day. Of course that was until Osso was killed by one of own men, Fuego, real name, Carlos Henendrez. In the little pictures that I could uncover of him. I understood why he was called Fuego. Fuego was the Spanish translation for fire, he had been named after his hair since it was a fiery red. The reasons why he chose to be a traitor were known but it was not hard to see
Craving For Her Shattering Glass
Zoe's POVI returned to the hospital only to meet the police officers in Cathy's room. "Miss, if you don't tell us anything, we cannot help you." The older man was saying, his voice was soft but there was irritation underneath it. "I do not need your help." Cathy replied, defiantly. She mumbled a curse under her breath. "Miss…" The woman tried her luck only to be cut off. "I already told you to leave me be." Her voice was level but there was a sharp edge to it. The older man pulled off his cap and sighed deeply. "She is a tough one. Only God knows what she's been through." He said sympathetically. "The doctors did say that she lost part of her memory," I spoke and finally their attention turned to me. "Maybe in trying to suppress her memory, she lost them." "Miss…" "Pierce," I completed "You were the one that called that night." I nodded. "We were hoping to come and question you." The older man informed me. "Now?" "Yes, if you do not have anything else occupying your time
Craving For Her His Little Lady
I returned my gun to my hoister and rushed to her. I pulled her sheets and used them to stop the bleeding and applied pressure. She was unconscious now and I held my fingers to her pulse. I felt nothing at first, but soon it beat against my finger. She had a slow pulse and her breathing was shallow. I slammed a fist on the alarm and, ringing, joined the others. I left her momentarily to lock the door. The shooter might come back, but unlikely. I went back to her and held the cloth longer to get her chest. I was happy that she was not spitting blood, which would have been a tell-tale sign of something worse to come. The moment ticked by like the timer of a bomb as I waited for the panic outside to subside. Then there was banging on the door, I put a free hand to my gun and turned around to see someone in a white coat standing on the other side. The doctor was there.I left her once again and unlocked the door and let them enter. This was another doctor with a nurse right at her said.
Craving For Her Journey To Elysian Harbour
Zoe's POVSitting in the plush leather seat, I looked around the private jet's cabin. The cream-colored walls and ceiling give the space an airy and spacious feel. Sunlight streamed in through the large windows, offering stunning views of the clouds outside. The polished wood accents and soft, muted lighting create an elegant ambiance. There's a small table nearby with fresh flowers, and the cabin is impeccably clean and well-maintained. It's a world of luxury and comfort in here.Yet it did nothing to tapper the tense atmosphere that enveloped us. I had been wishing that he would bring aboard some other passangers or friends. But it seemed that the man who sat opposite me was quite a loner. I took a glance at him through the laptop in my on my lap that I was currently working on. He was not resting but he was no doing much of anything either. He was dressed in another one of his impeccable suit, an obviously expensive Rolex latched on his tan wrist. He rested on the claw of his hand,
Craving For Her Room 166
Louis' POVWe landed in Elysian Harbour half an hour later. Of course in silence we walked giving each other a wide berth. I didn't know what possessed me enough to speak to her the way I did when we were on the jet. Yet, I could have sworn that I detected a softness to her. In her gaze, in her voice as though she felt my sadness and how vulnerable it left me.There was no annoyance, not an ounce of gloat when she had accessed me with those green eyes. They had turned from a mixture of blue and green over the years to a distinct almost emerald colour. I signed, her black heels clicking in my peripheral. The morning air was cold and slightly windy in the airport we had landed. Some of her brown curls pulled free of the restraint she had put on it. She tucked them back behind her ear. The gesture reminded me of a younger Zoe. It had always been a tell tale sign that she was nervous. Did it still mean the same? Or had she changed? I found myself reminiscing the times I had tangled my fin
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