Victor might have asked her not to worry, but as far as Molly was concerned, that was impossible. Her chest still felt tight from the fear of the day before.The next morning, he drove them to work, and as usual, he insisted on holding her door open for her, even though they weren't on a date. It was such a Victor thing—gentle, protective, never letting her lift a finger if he could help it.He grinned at her as he strolled around the front of the car, then came over to the front passenger side. He pulled the door open, and gave a playful bow. Molly rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at her lips. "You're cute," Molly teased. He frowned as he straightened, hand over his chest in mock offense. "I'm not "cute". Handsome, maybe. Dashing. Debonair. But not cute." Her laugh slipped out before she could stop it. "Whatev—" A faint popping sound interrupted her mid speech, and a second later, a burst of red bloomed on Victor's shirt. It was like time slowed. They both froze, st
"Ready to go?" Victor asked as Molly shut down her computer and reached for her purse. They were in her office, and she was done with work for the day. She nodded, letting out a soft sigh of relief. "I still have a few documents that I'd love to look over, but I'm so tired. I'll take some home with me." "Alright. Are you sure you don't want me to help you though? I have a lot of free time on my hands now." Molly stood, and walked around her table so she could put her arms around him. The warmth of his presence comforted her more than she cared to admit."You never get free time. You're on leave, yet you still have to watch over me, and I could argue that that's a full time job." "You can't call it a job if all I do is sit around watching you all day.” Victor teased softly. “And I'm thoroughly enjoying myself." He bent his head and gave her a quick kiss. Molly giggled, her cheeks warming. "Let's go home, and maybe you can show me just now much you've been enjoying yourself." She
Ria was laying on her bed, and lack of something to do was making her count imaginary sheep. Adrian knocked on the door and a second later, let himself in. He was carrying three shopping bags. "Hey," he said, stepping towards the bed. "You're awake. I got these for you. Figured you'd prefer it if you had your own clothes. Not that I mind you wearing my clothes, of course. You look good in anything." Ria stared at him. Ever since he'd brought her to his new hideout, silence became her only weapon. She was locked in like an animal in a cage. What did he expect from her? "I got you some books too." Adrian kept talking like he could fill the silence by himself. "And some underwear. I hope you don't mind. I just got the basics though. I had no idea what you might like." After a few seconds of him looking at her expectantly while she just lay there and stared at him, a slight flush rose on his cheeks. "I guess you're not feeling talkative today," he murmured, his hand absently scratch
A knock sounded on the door of Antonio's office, and a second later, it was pushed open. Antonio looked up just as Ricardo entered. He was holding a folder "I got some information on William Blackwood," Ricardo announced, setting the folder on the desk in front of Antonio. "He's lived a very closeted life, so it was difficult to get anything on him." Antonio opened the folder and found newspaper clipping of a car accident that killed a pregnant woman and her two kids. Antonio frowned. He knew the story. It happened a few years ago. "What does this have to do with William?" He asked. "He was married to that woman," Ricardo told him. "Lisa Harris. Her first husband died of a heart attack, leaving her as an extremely wealthy widow. I couldn't find out how she met William, but they got married in a private ceremony. Her children from her first marriage were her heirs, of course, but William somehow managed to convince her to add him to the will. In the unlikely event that Lisa and bo
Harry kept a blank expression on his face as he was led out of the police station, and into a police car. His hands were cuffed, and the bracelet had already been attached to his ankle. The fuckers were keeping him on electronic monitoring. The ride to his house was quiet, and when they got there, Lucy stepped out of the house and hurried towards them. She must have been waiting by the front door, after not having seen him for days. Harry had insisted she not come to the station to see him. He didn't want her to see what he had been reduced to because of the stupid man she was in love with. "Daddy!" She ran to him and hugged him hard. When she pulled away, she glanced down at his hands which were cuffed. She glared at the officer who accompanied him. "Why is he cuffed? Release him! And what the hell are you even doing here?" "It's okay, Lucy." "It's not okay!" Lucy protested, following behind them as Harry and the police officer began to walk into the house. "It's just protocol,
Antonio was just settling down into another long evening at work when he received a call from the security team he had, keeping tabs on his mother. "Yes?" "Sir, Mr William Blackwood is here," the security personnel at the other end said. Antonio froze. "Here. Where?""In the parking lot of Miss Molly's office building, Sir. We have eyes on him, and he's been sitting in his car for some minutes now, just watching the building and not doing anything. We think he might be waiting for Miss Molly to come out of the building so he can approach her." "That bastard," Antonio hissed under his breath, already getting to his feet. To the man, he said, "Keep watching him. If he tries to leave, let him, but if he tries to enter the building, stop him. Has he realized he's being watched yet?" "No, sir." "Good. Keep it that way." Antonio disconnected the call, then grabbed his suit jacket and pulled it on. He picked up his car keys, and headed downstairs to the lot. The drive to Molly's fashi