ISABELLA’S POVI couldn’t make out what they were saying, but as much as my throat was glued down in fear, the relief that those women would get freedom made everything better, even if I had to lay down my life.Alaric had a nonexpressive face on. The back door was pulled open to reveal them, and fresh air hit my lungs. I squeezed my teary eyes as peace settled deep inside me. The door was shoved closed, and then they exchanged shakes. I stared in astonishment as the cops retrieved a tyre from the back of their boots. One-eyed man let out a laugh. His arm fell over my shoulder, causing my body to go rigid.“I sure didn't see that coming, " one of the partners said, laughing. “This is fun. I like it.” Another one chimed in.“Entertainment is the only thing I am good at.” The man beside me chuckled. “Shit, I put my money on them cops. Now, Mr. Boss, I need to know how you got those men to let them go, " the third one said. “My secret.” He responded.My eyes trailed back to the scre
ISABELLA’S POVIn a moment, I was standing in front of the building awaiting Waled, the next thing was that a car parked beside me and I was knocked unconscious. I kept drifting in and out of consciousness during the drive to wherever this was. Until I woke up in this empty room, which sent a chill down my spine. The wall lacked color, just black, and it made me uncomfortable.There was nothing besides the small bed I had woken up on. My clothes were no longer on me; I was in a ragged black gown. The thought of them undressing sent my whole body into fear. What if they had done more?I pressed my thumb against my pussy, but I don’t feel pain. I sighed in relief.A scary-looking man had walked in the other day, saying something about my meeting with their boss, and how anything could cost him to put his screwdriver through my brain and pull everything out bit by bit. What I refused to understand was what he would want with me. He was perverted.The door flung open as though they could
ALARIC’S POVThe air around felt colder than it normally used to be and I shuddered a little. Now that Bianca was no more, it felt like I was trespassing, but nevertheless my thumb pressed down the bell button before I pulled back my hand, awaiting response.Seconds later, the door flung open to reveal a familiar maid, her eyes widening in recognition.“Young Master.” She let out and I could have sworn that I heard her heave a sigh, her eyes’ dimming. I don’t bother to ask what went wrong because I had bigger issues at hand.“Is my Father home?” I questioned and watched her mouth open and close before she finally stepped away for me to walk in.My eyes followed her retreating back, and her sloppy movement, an indicator of tiredness.The color of the house had been changed, the pictures that used to hang on the wall were no where in sight. All replaced by Mr Wolfe’s fancy wife and adorable son.My gut wretched from the sight but I surged forward regardless, heading to the back of the
THIRD PERSON’S POV“Son!” Mr Wolfe called out the second the call was picked, a tinge of excitement coursing through him.This was his first and only call for the month and it had taken a lot of convincing the staff that he just missed his family and wanted to hear their voices to get them to actually let him use the phone.Alaric froze, the phone still on his ear. It came as a surprise that his deadbeat father even had his number, or that he could ever call. He didn't even come for Bianca’s burial.Rage seethed within Alaric.“What do you want?” Mr Wolfe rubbed his forehead with his palm as he heard someone call his fake name from behind.“A few minutes left.” A worker of the house informed.He had no idea where to start the conversation. Would it be from an apology or from where he was abandoned by the same woman he left Alaric’s mother for?Instead, he said,“Can you come greet me?” Alaric released a small laugh consumed with disbelief.“You are dead to me. Don’t call this number
ALARIC’S POVThe air grew cold as it had that night and in a second I was back there, staring down at the group of women who had bruises on multiple parts of their bodies. I could still see them snuggling one another in fear of the men standing in front of them. One of which I was. Their big guns slugged against their shoulders. The women sobbing with their eyes red and puffy. Moon had slowly slipped in and it was time for me to escort them to the auction and have those perverted men compete for a chance to purchase them.But I ran. Took off as fast as I could because my twin had shown up in my dream hours before.‘This isn't who you are, brother.’ Those were his exact words.“Sir, did—” A muffled voice pulled me back to reality and I blinked to regain my vision.It hit me, the bright sun and the warmth of it caressed my skin. Breathe, Alaric.I reminded myself and the tightness in my heart lessened. “Are you okay, sir?” The man asked and it jogged my memory back to Isabella and
A heat spread through me, the type that would cling to your skin like a tattoo. But deep down, I knew it wasn't Florida, it was her—my wife.In seconds, I was dashing out of the car and straight to the porch.I rattled the handle of Mireille’s house because my dear wife had managed to buy the house off. After all, I understood that she wanted to keep Mireille’s memories. But it was locked, and almost stiff. My heart picked up a beat as it dawned on me that she wasn't there. My wife.Something tightened in my chest. The last place would be her house.So why was I standing outside for minutes to find a short man beside a car? “Who are you and why are you standing outside my wife’s home?” I questioned and watched him straighten himself, his phone in his right hand. There was something about the way his eyes darted and the way he lowered his head.“I—” He looked away again. “I can't find Miss.”The second the words dropped from his lips, my legs lost balance by a few inches.“What d