Antonio sat back in his chair as he watched Lucy walk out of the building and head to her car. His office was the highest in the building, and the floor to ceiling glass wall behind him gave him a perfect view of what happened around the building. He saw her get into her car, then take several deep breaths, and rest her head on the steering wheel. She was scared. Good. Her car pulled out of the garage soon, and Antonio swiveled his chair back to face his desk, and frosted the glass wall with a punch of a button on the desk. A call came in on his phone, and he studied the number, an odd feeling rising in his chest. He didn't recognize the number, but he had a gut feeling, and he trusted his instincts. He pulled up a software to trace the call on his computer, and picked up the phone. "Antonio Moretti speaking," he said. There was a short silence, and then the sound of someone drawing in a deep breath. A soft voice came through the line. "An- Antonio?"It took him a split second
Lucy was sitting in her favourite coffee shop when Harry called. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers hovering over the screen. Part of her wanted to ignore the call. Was he going to lecture her again about not staying on Antonio’s good side? She was already working on a plan.But then she remembered their last conversation about Antonio, and she knew this wasn’t about that. After all, he’d said he didn’t need her help anymore. With a small sigh, she picked up."Hey, Daddy." "Lucy." Harry's voice was grim and serious —a tone Lucy seldom heard from him. Her stomach tightened instantly. "What is it? Did something happen?" "I'm in police custody." For a few seconds, her mind went blank.Wait, what? "Police custody," Lucy repeated, not understanding. "What? How?" Harry sighed deeply, the sound heavy with defeat. "You didn't read the news did you?" Her heart started to pound faster. "Is this about that plan of yours?" Lucy demanded. She was already picking up her purse and throwi
It was dark when she opened her eyes again. When her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, she realized that she was back in the original bedroom Adrian kept her locked in, and once again, she was chained to the bed. Her brain felt like it was pounding hard against her skull, trying to get out, and her mouth felt dry. She looked around. Adrian was nowhere in sight. The windows were still closed firmly. Ria wondered what had happened. Her chest tightened. She didn’t need anyone to explain what had happened; she'd already come to the conclusion. Someone had come for her. They hadn't found her. And then… they left. She was staying with Adrian for the foreseeable future. A thought struck her suddenly, and it twisted painfully in her chest. She wondered if Antonio had been part of the scouting party. Maybe he had been in the house? Maybe she had been just a few feet away from him, and neither of them knew it? Her throat tightened.The thought brought tears to her eyes, and she swipe
Ria was lying on the bed, on her back, with her feet up against the headboard. She was bored, she was angry, she was miserable, and she was tired of being all of those things. At this point, it felt like second nature to keep tugging her wrist away from the cuffs every five seconds, like she was going to magically find herself uncuffed. Her tugging was futile, but she couldn't just stay still while the cold metal bracelet remained on her wrist, taunting her with her helplessness. Tug, tug, tug. The only sound in the room was the jingle of the metal links. She still hadn't taken a bath. Ria wondered how other kidnapping victims ever survived. She felt terrible here, but she knew she had it better than most other victims. People were kidnapped for terrible reasons. She was kidnapped because her husband wanted to fix things between them. Things he had broken by himself. He brought her food and flowers, and thought that would be enough to win her forgiveness and bring her back to him.
The day wasn't even over yet, but Antonio was already getting frantic calls from the people at Harry's company. He had pulled some strings, and the media had blown up with many different stories and scandals, speculations about some very illegal activities Harry was involved in. Antonio watched on his laptop as the stocks to Harry's company dropped steadily, a wicked smirk on his face. From the moment Harry had chosen to go against him, he'd signed away his company, and signed his own death wish. This was the avenue Antonio had been waiting for. No one could say he wasn't patient. Earlier in the day, he'd already had a meeting with one of the majority shareholders from Harry's company. The meeting had gone extremely well, and there were more to come. Antonio just had to sit and bid his time. He could hear a commotion in the outer office. His secretary was trying to placate an irate man, but whoever the man was, he wasn't having it. "Where is he?" The man yelled. "I know he's in th
She didn't know how many days had passed. Maybe three, or less? She didn't care. She was still cuffed to the bed, her shoulder aching from being stuck in the same position for so long. Her feet hurt too, and the bandages needed to be changed. Ria was miserable. She was still wearing the dress she'd had on when Adrian kidnapped her. And she hadn't had a bath too. Adrian was too paranoid to uncuff her, and she wasn't even sure she wanted him to. Not when he insisted on going with her to the bathroom every time she needed a break. She'd rather stay dirty than let Adrian in the bathroom with her while she bathed. As if she summoned him with her thought, the lock to the door jiggled, and was pushed open. Adrian entered, a smile on his face, holding a hand behind his back. "Good morning," he greeted cheerfully. "How do you feel?" Ria stared at him, deadpan, but ignored him. He ignored her ignorance. Who knew he was perfectly capable of carrying a whole conversation by himself? Adrian —