Carolina’s POVThe day I married that late bastard Davido Mendoza was the day I swore never to do chores again. Now I was stuck in a jail cell washing plates because Aracely Narvaez had never forgiven me for taking him away from her. She even blamed me for killing the infamous drug lord, which may or may not be true. I won’t confirm it here. All I can say is I felt totally done with his controlling shit right before he died. I guess karma is real, because I found myself in the same prison with my worst nightmare. I was pretty sure that Alaine had bribed someone to have me wait for my trial in prison and also be ineligible for bail. In a very short time, a lot of people I’d wrong in the past came up with their own stories, hence trumping my charges. Now, I looked like a serial beater. Over 20 people had come up in less than five hours. Sure, I had beaten up many in my lifetime but I was sure some of those 20 had been paid to lie. Then to make things worse, I got put in the same cell
Chapter 30April’s POV“Wow, this place is so cool.” Maria said, looking around the apartment mason had helped us move in to. He had wanted me to start living alone but I knew I couldn’t afford it yet, so I had to live with my friends who also needed a place to stay. Mason talked to one of his employees who had a friend with a low cost apartment building.The place had a light brown themed interior. The furniture was brown but the walls and curtains were lighter. The living area and kitchen were fairly small but bigger than those in Waters’ building. I chose the best bedroom which overlooked the city.I’d barely settled in when my phone started ringing. I groaned upon seeing the caller ID. Mum. After our last encounter, I didn’t feel like talking to her. But when she called again, I started to get worried. What if Carolina’s people had done something to her?“Hello.”“How are you?” she asked. My eyes narrowed. Her tone was nice, which surprised me since she had been treating me quite
“I swear I didn’t do it, officer.” I told detective Carver for the umpteenth time. I seated across from him in the interrogation room. “My mother gave it to me.”“Your mother is nowhere to be seen so we can’t believe that,” he said. “Until she turns up and supports your version of the story, we’ll hold you.”“You can’t do this to me,” I insisted. “Doesn’t my word count for anything?”“As long as you were found with the item in question, it doesn’t count for much. Whether your mother gave it to you or not, it doesn’t belong to her. What if you two tried to rob Mrs. Mendoza and it failed? As long as Mrs. Mendoza says the item was stolen, you’re not in the clear.”I couldn’t believe my mother had taken off after what she’d done? Had she really betrayed me to work with Carolina? No that was hard to believe. My mother was a scum bug but I didn’t think she’d do something like that to me. “I need to make a call,” I told the officer.“You’ll be able to do that later,” he said. “Now stand up
Mason spent the night at the apartment and left early the next morning. He had an urgent meeting to attend to. Bea and Maria had gone for a run when the doorbell rang. After the whole Carolina debacle, my level of trust for humans had gone really low so I had to find out who was out there before opening the door.“Who’s there?” I asked, standing near the door.Silence.“Okay. I won’t open.”“It’s me,” my body stiffened when I heard that voice. I pulled the door open so hard it nearly fell off. “Your mother.”“How could you do that to me, mum?” I yelled at her.“Can I please come in?” she asked.“Why? So you can betray me again? No, I don’t think so.”“I’m so sorry dear. I really didn’t intend for any of that to happen. I swear I believed Carolina when she said she wanted us to make up. I didn’t know she’d do something like that.”“Didn’t I tell you she couldn’t be trusted? Carolina is not your friend. The woman wants to destroy me.”“Everything isn’t about you,” my mother said. She pu
True to his word, Mason showed up a few minutes later with red roses. Snatching the red roses from him, I pulled him into the house and pushed him against the wall, before kissing him hard. He took over, leading me to the couch and kissed me. When his hand went under my bra, I pushed it away, laughing. “Not here.”I had made the rule that none of us should get intimate on the couch. If I didn’t follow it, I couldn’t enforce it on the others. The thought of having different people have sex on the place I knew we’d spend a lot of time on didn’t sit well with me.“Bedroom?” he asked.“Let’s go to your house.”“I need you now,” he whined. He looked adorable when he did that. I giggled when he tickled me, before quickly getting away from the couch. Mason sat up and tried to touch me but I ran to my bedroom to get my stuff. He followed me there.“I like what you have done to the place,” he commented.“Thank you,” I said.I was hunched over the bed, stuffing some clothes into a backpack. He
April.“This looks exquisite,” Mason said, staring at a bronze vase.“Exquisite?” I chuckled. “It looks plain. This is nothing special.”“Actually, it is.” a new voice said. Raising a brow, I turned to look at the owner. The woman was wearing a black pencil dress with red flowers all over it, her feet adorned with gold flats. “This is one of the artefacts recovered from the Antonine wall built in AD 142. It’s not just a vase.”“Was that the wall that ran across Scotland, from coast to coast?” Mason asked the woman.“Yes, that’s the one. Everything in this museum is original with accurate history. As you can see, this side is dedicated to all the artefacts from the Antonine wall.”“I heard there are some artefacts from Cook’s pacific voyages. Do you know which part of the museum that is?”“Yes, of course. Come with me.”“Let’s go baby,” Mason told me. I was feeling small because I was ignorant of everything they were talking about, thanks to my meagre education.“I forgot to introduce
April.The dinner was a disaster. Well, for me. Mason seemed to be enjoying the company of the crazy artefact collectors. Being obsessed with old objects seemed like a crazy hobby for crazy people to me. The intense conversations they were having made me rethink my choice of partner. Could I really be with a man that crazy for the rest of my life? I laughed as I watched him speak so passionately with the other collectors. He was having the time of his life.Unlike me. I was forgotten, just sitting there, picking through my food. The room was animated but I’d not said a word since the introductions. Occasionally, I’d catch Alaine staring at me. She seemed to be glad that I was nothing but a shadow in the room. “Wanna get out of here?”I turned to my right. The redhead who had introduced herself as Kareen said.“Yeah,” I nodded. “It seems people like me are not needed here.”She chuckled and stood up. Rising, I glanced at Mason. He was too preoccupied to see me. He was showing the guys
April. The Eiffel tower was more massive than I imagined. The photos and videos I’d seen before did not do justice to the real thing. It was magnificent. “It’s amazing,” I told Mason as we went towards the elevator that would take us to the top of the massive tower. On the second floor, we found restaurants and a lounge. We proceeded to a smaller over crowded elevator which took us to the top. Getting to the top rewarded us with unforgettable views of the city of love. I held on to Mason as the tower swayed with the wind. It was the most beautiful moment and I wanted it to last forever.But we know humans always crave the impossible. After leaving the top of the Eiffel tower, we walked by the beautiful seine river, holding hands. “I love being away from home,” Mason said. “It feels good to walk so freely without being recognized by anyone.”I couldn’t relate on the part of recognition since I never got recognised in Miami anyway. But the part about being away home, I could relate.