"Mia." I notice the gorgeous brunette sitting at the kitchen counter staring into the cup of coffee tugged between her hands. "Why are you not sleeping?" I question her as I place my suitcase on the table in the middle of the kitchen before removing my jacket. "I woke up and you were gone." Her voice a shallow hum creating small waves inside the raised cup at her lips."I wasn't far." I mention not that the distance mattered. I should have known that she wanted me here when she woke and I wasn't. "Sometimes it might happen that I need to go out late, but you should know by now that I am no further away than a phone call." I assure her. "I know." She whispers unconvincing before taking a sip of her coffee. "Do you ever feel guilty of what you do?""You need to be a little more specific. " I take a seat at the table not feeling well prepared for the following conversation. "Taking these babies from their parents?" She elaborate. "I know that you have this whole process, picking a chil
"I can't sleep." Madelaine lump her shoulders over letting them hang next to her body. She looks tired. "Let me see if I can remedy that." I point to the chair at the small table in the kitchen where my family likes to sit as they usually observe them and she takes in the chair that is offered to her. "I am glad that you are making friends." I mention as I pour some milk into the glass container. Warm milk is one delicacy that my mother use to make me and Achille before bed when we were children. It is considered a very good alternative to treat insomnia or in Achille's case, bad dreams."I try, but these girls are not what I imagined." She sighs. She was having trouble making friends? If she was, she was doing a hell of a job hiding it, besides... her one friend was unconsciously lying on the couch in the living room as we speak. "They are just so consumed with boys, make-up and sex." Her eyes was set intend on me as I wait for the milk to heat up in the microwave. "And you? What
"You bastard! You will sit for this even if it is the last thing I do. I am not scared of you." He continues continuously mutter sounding a bit scared to me even though he denies it. "Who do you think you are?" He spit, but quickly continues when I don't answer him. "I am no fool. I have kept quiet out of respect for your mother, but I will no longer keep my mouth shut. You are a sick son of a bitch, trafficking those whores into our country and letting them turn our daughters into little whores as well." Did he just refer to his own daughter as a fucking whore? Does this drunk cunt have no shame? "Our kids are innocent and too young to fulfill a man's needs..." "At last something we can both agree on." I interrupt his continues jacking. "Our kids are way too young for sex, especially if it is rape by the hands of their own father." I bend forward slightly to look him in the eyes. "The one man that is supposed to protect them." I inform him and by the way he scrunches his eyes togethe
"Mia" Her name flow from my tongue tasting like cotton candy when I fold my arms around her hugging her, tugging her close to my chest. "You look..." I didnt have words that could describe her. She looked stunning, amazing... No word could do justice for how beautiful Mia looked in the red dress that hugged her body so perfectly. Her hair fell over her shoulders to the one side revealing her neck and open shoulder. Her skin so flawless and soft. Red was definitly a new color on her and so was wearing such high heels and even tough this was not what I was used to seeing my girl wear, she still looked great, I didn't want her to change for anything."Come dance!" She giggles running towards the dancefloor covered with people swaying their hips and letting their hands flow in the air. She knows I do not dance, I shake my head watching her move her body around it's own axis. Her movements are fluid and rhythmical attracting the attention of somepeople around her, but it did not look like
The office is cold and slightly a mess after I started to share my office space with the woman who has the ability to drive me up against the walls. I quickly remove the clutter and put away the files before firing up my laptop and scroll through my emails, replying them as I sort through the spam and what was actually important when instantly I get a reply from Frank the seasoned owner of a transport company, rich with potential that I recently heard was going bankrupt due to another mismanaged opportunity and I quickly respond requesting a conference call over the internet. I met Frank at the Hotel opening and we quickly exchanged details when he told me about his import shipping business that is situated along the coastline of New York. The company mostly deals in importing sports cars and I would lie if I said that I wanted to become a part of this because of business. I love cars and always wanted to plant some roots in the motor industry, but more as a hobby than a b
I quickly end the call, my attention now solely on the woman in front of me. "Why were you crying?" I close the laptop moving out of the way before dragging Mia accross the smooth table until she was seated on the edge of the desk before me. "I'm sorry for my behavior earlier. I don't know why I get so jealous when it comes to you. I have never been this jealous in my life and I dont want to ruin this, Ben." "Hey, it's alright. We all have our moments. And, I must admit, a little jealousy on you can be quite sexy." I smile my ego feeling very impressed and Mia's expression changes from worry to surprise, her insecurity fading away."Really? You find it sexy?" She frowns, but it is quickly replaced with a beautiful smile."Absolutely, Mi-Amore it shows that you care deeply about us. But remember, trust is essential too." I reassure her. "Thank you for understanding. I promise to work on my insecurities and trust you more." She smiles sl
I close the morning paper and place it down on the kitchen counter in front of me unable to help but admire the beauty that unfold before me. I watch Mia moving gracefully through the kitchen, effortlessly preparing us breakfast, while at the same time sings and dances at the top of her voice, almost drowning out the voice of the actual artist as she describes the sky and give away her world. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingle with the tantalizing scent of pancakes, bacon, and syrup, making my stomach rumble in anticipation. As much as the tantalizing smells is a feast for my senses, visually I am spoiled.Mia continues to hum and sing to herself, filling the room with a sense of warmth and happiness, without noticing how I was starting at her in a moment of pure bliss, lucky to be able to witness her so relaxed and happy.I lean onto my arm, observing her graceful movements how she effortlessly glide across the kitchen, her body swaying to the rhythm of the music, before turni
"Achille." I bark into the phone. "We have a problem." "I am aware. I just got the phone call from the people on that side." He break in. "I have them all waiting for you in the conference room. Where are you?""I am in my office." I close the door behind me out of habit before taking a seat behind my desk, opening the laptop at the same time. "Join us on the call." I end the phone call to resume our conversation over the screen where I can actually see the people responsible's faces. "Boss." Antonio quickly stand up in a manner of respect when he greats me and the others quickly follow, but I wave them down not wanting to waste any time on formalities, while they should be finding Mia's mother. A sense of urgency filled the room as I scroll my eyes across the meeting room which is already filled with the faces of some if my most trusted advisors and investigators, all ready to piece together the puzzle of Mia's kidnapping."First things first.