When Mister returned to Della's side in the waiting area, he had a HUGE smile on his face, "Hello again, Kitten, you look absolutely stunning tonight," he said in a voice so sweet that it made her want to puke.
Although he was indeed handome as hell in the cobalt blue taylored suit he had on, Della was instantly furious. She did not dare to ask what had happened in the study, even if she could. In her heart she felt that she already knew. She was sure that he had caught Caine trying to rescue her and that most likely....Caine was dead. She started to panic again, but she somehow managed to keep it together.
She wanted to hit him, or worse...she wanted to kill him. It took everything inside of her to keep calm and to not just bust him in the side of the head with the champagne bottle that was sitting in the ice bucket before her. 'Just breathe....just breathe...' she said to herself over and over on the inside.
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Caine, John and the two other men they had with them, all tried to slip out quietly, but the party was coming to an end and there were people starting to show up everywhere. They stepped out of the study and looked from left to right. They were on the second floor hallway, looking down over the main living area of the castle. This place was oversized in every way. It looked like it had been built for giants. All the ceilings were two or three stories high, the doors were all heavy oak. They were giant and they were all carved with scenes that looked like they were taken straight from a very twisted story book. There were whimsical figures in all types of settings, doing all kinds of things. Some were dancing by fire or fishing in a stream, but some were engaging in some very questionable acts. One even seemed to have a fairy wedding going on. It was incredible, someone had clearly put a lot of time into these. Caine kind of wished he could
Della sat under the hot shower for a long, long time. She tried to clear her mind and relax a little, in hopes of remembering exactly what in the hell had happened the night before. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, but nothing would come to her at all. She was usually such a careful person, she just didn't understand what could have happened. She was always in the company of people she trusted and never left her drinks unattended at any parties. Just how the hell had this happened?? She was so damn mad at her stupid self, and she was also so damned confused by her father's behavior tonight. 'Like really, what the hell?' She thought to herself as she cried. She was so tired, and her muscles were aching. She just wanted to sleep in Caine's arms for a while, and forget about everything that has happened over the last two days. She wished more than anything to see him again. Her heart was sore and her mind was numb. Sh
After Caine and John had made it out of the kitchen area safely, they knew that they only had so much time before the sun would come up, and then finding Della and safely escaping would be a much harder task. They scurried out into the service hall and into the service elevator. They were not sure where they were going, they just knew they needed to find her as quickly as possible and then get the hell out of there. Caine pushed the button to go to the third floor. It seemed like a reasonable enough choice at the time. They rode silently up to the top, there was so much tension in the air...Caine just knew something bad was about to happen. They drew their weapons just before the doors opened, just in case. That turned out to be an awesome decision because just as soon as the elevator stopped and the doors opened, they came face to face with Robert D'Rose'. "You mother fu......" Robert started to cuss Caine immediately. He stopped mid sente
Doctor Stone came running down the hallway in his burgandy silk robe with a big black leather bag in hand. "Get back! Everyone get back!" He shouted to the crowd that had started to gather around Della's body on the floor. His usually gentle eyes were now wild, his hair was a mess, and he was waving his arm in a 'move' motion. "Get back and let me work!" He shouted as he knelt down next to Della's limp body that was crumpled on the floor. The doctor had Zeek help him roll Della over carefully, so that she could be better examined. Mister had just arrived on the scene, still dressed in his night clothes as well. His face said that he was mad as hell. He looked over at Robert who could only look away in shame because he knew that this was his fault. All of it. If Robert hadn't been in such a hurry to save himself, Della wouldn't be here in the first place. He had actually put his daughter out here like this to save his own damn neck. A reputation a
Zeek stepped into the recovery room where Della was being attended to by Hallie. "You can't be in here yet," Hallie said curtly to Zeek. "I won't be in your way," Zeek said as he sat down in the chair across from Della's bed. "She's in good hands you know?" Hallie told him. "I know, but mine are better." He replied. "I'll get the doctor." Hallie huffed and she left the room. Zeek couldn't help but to stare at Della as she slept. She looked so peaceful, like an angel that had accidentally fallen straight out of Heaven. The sun light was reflecting on her perfect olive skin and it made her glow like some kind of celestial creature. He couldn't help but to find her absolutely beautiful. He secretly hoped that it would work out for her and Mister. He had been by Mister's side for about ten years now, and he had seen the women come and go. Most were just looking to be fed, but this one was somehow different. He didn't even know her, so he couldn't rea
Joy waited on pins and needles for word from Caine, or Della, or Robert. Hell, word from anyone would be great.. She dialed and dialed her phone until it finally went dead. She searched frantically for her charger but couldn't find it anywhere. She opened all of her suitcases and dumped out all of the contents on the bed and floor of her room, while crying uncontrollably. She looked on the verge of real insanity. Miss Jessie couldn't take it anymore, and she told her to go take a shower and try to relax. Joy protested and tried to balk, but this was nothing new to Jessie. She walked Joy through it with ease. She walked Joy to her room and went to make tea, but not before making sure Joy had everything she needed first. "Try to rest baby," Jessie said as she left Joy to her thoughts. Joy began to undress and she made her way to the bathroom mirror. She stopped to look at herself and instantly started to cry again, she couldn't even sta
Robert had finally eaten and made it back to his room to try to sleep. He knew he needed to figure out a way to fix all of this before Joy found out, because God help him if she did, but he was exhausted...so he slept. He slept deep and hard. He was in the middle of the worst dream, he just kept seeing Della's limp body fall to the floor over and over again. He was being eaten alive by his guilt and he was afraid that it was starting to affect his decision making skills. He was drawn from his sleep by a strange noise. It was the sound of helicopters or something, but they were way out. He shook violently and forced himself to wake up, he was drenched in sweat and breathing very hard. Robert sat up and shook his head, trying to focus his thoughts. His arm was killing him, the wound was oozing and didn't seem to be healing. He knew it needed a doctor's care, but it would have to wait. Right now, he had shit to do. He strained his ears to listen, he
When Mister's guard team reached the helipad, all hell had broken lose. Mister, Robert, and Zeek were being held at gunpoint by the men from the first helicopter and there was a second helicopter trying to land. "What in the holy hell!" The head guard shouted as they pulled up on the scene. Mister yelled out, "don't ask f*cking questions, just shoot the bitch down!" So the head guard unholstered his weapon and began to fire at the hovering vessel. The pilot did an amazing job avoiding all of the shots, all but one. Smoke suddenly came billowing out of the engine compartment of the small helicopter and it fell away behind the trees and out of sight. "YES!" Mister and Zeek yelled at the same time, "f*ck that bitch!" Zeek cheered... while Robert ran towards the spot where the helicopter had disappeared. "Nooooo!" Robert yelled as he reached the edge of the helipad. He bent over and grabbed his head like it was about to explode. When Robert had