تسجيل الدخولTabitha:Three days. He had been asleep for three days. Going back to the mansion scared me. Instead, I had been going to Nora's place, freshening up, changing clothes and heading back to the hospital to sit by his side and wait for him to wake up. The last few days had been busy, and all I wanted to do was to be with him. It had just been a series of police reports and statements. The press was coming after me like crazy, and I had to wear a shawl and dark sunglasses everywhere I went. Collin, Natasha and Richard were taken into custody; Andrew was awake, but he still couldn't talk yet.“Please wake up,” I whispered. I held Enzo's warm, soft hands and waited to see if he would react, but he didn't. His breathing was slow and deep. I watched his chest rise and fall and wished that he was better, that he was strong enough for me to rest my head on his chest and just cry about all the stress of the past few days. There was a soft knock at the door. A man and woman walked in."M
Tabitha:Richard and Natasha… they were…I could feel the room spinning around me, but I clung to Enzo to steady myself. This was all too much for me.“Since we are doing introductions,” Natasha continued, looking right at me, “Tabitha, darling, do you know that man in the contraption over there?”I turned to look at an old man smiling at me with tears in his eyes. He looked so familiar. “Tabitha, that is your grandfather, your mother’s dad.” “Hello, Tabitha,” he said weakly, amidst tears in his eyes. I waved at him, and then a loud report rang in the air. His head fell backwards and blood splattered to the floor. “Oops!” Natasha said, brandishing the gun that she had in her hand. “I guess he ‘was’ your grandfather. I hope it was a teary goodbye.”I watched as the blood flowed. He had… he had just been shot. “Are you sad?” Natasha asked mockingly. “Are you going to cry?”Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them away. “You are a witch!” I screamed at her. “You are evil!”“Oh
Enzo:It had been three days, and I had still heard nothing from Collin. I paced around my living room, my heart racing in my chest. I had done my best. For three days I had acted like everything was fine. I had gone to work. I had been able to finalize on the launch, and everything was going smoothly. Well, almost everything. Mr. Patterson had still not come back from his trip, and we were still yet to sign off on the document that he had given me. I had called his office earlier that day, and I still hadn’t been able to reach him. But that wasn’t what bothered me about him.Irina’s words were still ringing in my ear. Richard had been tied to a criminal gang, but it was buried. And now, after days of mulling it over, I knew what the Mafia wanted, what Vincent had been hiding all this time, only that it didn’t make any sense. The formula for PH-C4 was hidden from them, but I had no idea where it was and neither did Tabitha. There was no point in kidnapping her. She was a business
Enzo:“Who are you?” A woman opened the door and sized me up. She looked stern, almost like she was ready to pounce on me any second. “I am Mr. Enzo Ross. I am looking for Mr. Fatucci. Is he home?”She took me in again. Her eyes were narrow and sharp, like she was thinking whether it was the best cause to let me in or kick me back out. “Come in,” she finally said, opening the door a little wider and letting me in. The inside was huge. The ceilings were high. The lights were bright and reflected a beautiful gold over every piece of furniture. The room smelled fresh with the slight tinge of fresh breakfast. “You will have to remove your shoes. Mr. Fatucci is very insistent on cleanliness.”I obliged and followed the lady up a flight of stairs. There was barely anyone in the house. And was she? His maid? A family member?We reached a room, and she hesitated before she knocked and entered. “Mr. Fatucci?”My eyes widened as I walked in. He was in a large iron machine—an Iron lung— his
Tabitha:Collin never came to get me for dinner, and after a few minutes, the maid brought me dinner. I ate slowly, using my left hand that shook in pain and fear. And when I slept and woke up, I only felt even worse than I had felt earlier.Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and then slowly, the key turned in the keyhole.“Good morning, darling,” Collin said, walking into the room smiling from ear to ear with a bouquet in his hands.My heart skipped a beat as he approached me, and I pulled the covers closer to my chest, in a feeble attempt to protect myself from whatever pain he was going to inflict on me next.He placed the flowers on the bedside table and carefully sat down next to me, taking my injured hand and rubbing his thumb on the back of my palm.“I am so sorry that I couldn't join you for dinner. Something came up, and I had to attend to it. I hope you enjoyed yourself?” I nodded wordlessly, feeling my heart beat faster and my throat close with fear.“Good,” he cooed
Enzo:Morning came sooner than I expected, partly because I didn't sleep a wink all night. I was up, thinking about what was going to happen at Fatucci's place.I picked up my phone and read Collins' message for the umpteenth time. As usual, I had tried to call, but just as I expected, there was no answer. I really hoped that Tabitha was okay and that she wasn't hurt. Every time I closed my eyes, I could hear her thin voice in my head, pleading and begging for me to save her.“Just hang on a little longer, princess. I'm going to make sure that you come out of this situation alive.”I lay on the bed and watched the sun slowly rise on the horizon till I could no longer ignore the urge to get up. As I brushed my teeth, I sent an order downstairs for breakfast to be brought to my room. With each passing second, my heart was beating faster; I could feel a pulse in my head pounding. Vincent's letters were unclear; I had no idea what I was going to find at Fatucci's place, but I really hope
Tabitha:“I had no idea that you were coming for breakfast, Mr. Patterson. Enzo didn’t mention it when he left.”He took some bacon from the stack that Edwardo had made for us and chewed silently. He was a nice man. He had a lot of stories, and he was a good listener. He was taking another bite of
Tabitha:I couldn’t sleep. How could I? My body ached all over, and Enzo was keeping me up, pacing all night. I doubt he had gotten a wink of sleep. He had lain down a few times, but I saw the way he turned and twisted; his breathing was uneasy, and he pulled away whenever I reached for him. I wasn
Enzo:For a while, I did nothing. I watched her, pant, her cheeks red, her face twisted under that mask as she waited for me to touch her, for… anything. The week had been stressful, yet seeing her like this… It made all the stress melt away. The ball remained there, pressed against her soaking se
Tabitha: I dragged a box across the glossy floor and huffed. “Be careful with that one!” I called out, watching one of the movers juggle my vanity mirror like it was a football. “It’s glass, not a damn frisbee.” “Sorry, Miss Hyest,” the young lad muttered, adjusting his grip. I sighed, wipin







