ELENA'S POINT OF VIEWTruth be told, it wasn't much fun to talk about Andre. I missed him a lot and at the same time; I didn't want to see him. I didn't want him to see how much of a disgrace I was. A family shame and an embarrassment to the Garner family. So, when Mirabel asked if I had a brother, I told the truth. I wanted to say I have a brother. To say I had a family. Even though he was thousands of miles away from me, he was still my family.We had lunch in silence; a comfortable one. It was hard to talk about Andre to them, but it made me feel better. It was a reminder that I had a reason to fight Alistair. If I could somehow get rid of that monster, then my life would be smooth sailing. It would be easy to try to get in contact with my brother.My phone vibrated on the table, pulling me out of my thoughts. I had a text message. Ryder and Mirabel paid no attention to me as I picked up the phone and read the text. They also didn't pay any attention when my breath seized and when m
ELENA'S POINT OF VIEWI shut the car door and made my way to the club entrance. There was a bright Neon sign that had J&K written boldly on it. Two armed men stood guard, keeping unwanted people from going in. I just prayed they wouldn't shoot me on the spot. They were terrifying."Hey, miss." One of the men called for me as I got closer. "Are you coming in or what?"I clutched my bag tightly and walked up to them. "I am. Where's the basement?"The two men looked at each other before one spoke. "Basement?" He asked."Yes." I confirmed. "Where is it?""What's your name?" The bulkier of the two questioned."Elena Greene.""Took you time to get here." He whipped around and went into the club, gesturing for me to follow behind him.Surprisingly, the nightclub was completely empty. The man stopped to point at a door in the furthest corner of the room."Go in there." He faced me. "And for your sake, I hope you didn't come with the police or anything that could tick him off."With that, he w
RYDER’S POINT OF VIEW People thought I’d gone mad because they hadn’t a clue what I was going through. The pain, the suffering, and the longing. Every night I would sleep alone, something I never did when Isabella was alive. Sometimes when I had nightmares, she’d hold me close and remind me she was here and wasn’t going to ever leave me. Now, she was far away from me and I could never have her back.The cool night breeze pushed my hair to the side as I looked up at the warm glow that was the moon, that was always in synchrony with her companions. Staring at it reminded me of a mother singing a soft lullaby to ease her child’s heart. I needed the peace I had under the white-gold moon.“Are you watching me?” I let out a pained laugh as tears stung my eyes. “Can you see me from where you are?”No response.“I miss you. I miss you every day and it’s more painful than I can take. Every time I look at your pictures, I feel as though someone is stabbing my heart with needles. I c
RYDER’S POINT OF VIEWTwenty minutes earlier.Mr. Brad got down from his car and walked over to mine. He asked us to be extremely quiet and not do anything that would draw attention to us. Even the cops had turned off their sirens and parked a little farther away from the warehouse. Some of the police had surrounded the warehouse as stealthily as they could.We followed the police officers and hid behind old goods and heavy machines. The place was dusty and dimly lit. The only source of light was the man’s torch and Mr. Brad’s. From where I stood, I couldn’t quite make out the man’s face, but I could tell he was tall and lanky.“Hey, did you come alone like I asked?” The man scanned the warehouse. “If not…” He lifted the hem of his shirt, showing Mr. Brad a gun.“Calm down. I came alone.” Mr. Brad assured him. “So, let’s get down to the main thing, shall we?”“Go ahead, investigator.”“Well, let me ask you this. Did you go to Oahu beach on September 25th?”“Yes, I did.”“And did you s
RYDER’S POINT OF VIEW I was furious.How could I have been so blind to the fact that Elena was not a good person? The accident was just enough proof, yet I failed to see it. She even had the audacity to kidnap my little sister. Until now, we did not know where she could have taken Mirabel to, and it was killing me inside.“Have you found anything?” I approached the police chief and investigator.“No, Sir.” The police chief answered, “But I must ask this.”“Go ahead.”“How did you meet this Elena? What is your relationship with her?”“We barely have any relationship. I first met Elena when she crashed my car and almost gave me a heart attack. It was later confirmed that it was indeed a brake fail, so I let her go. Some days later, I found out she was working at my company and then we exchanged numbers. Mostly because I felt guilty about dragging her to the police station when she was innocent. After my sister got shot, she called me while we were still in the hospital.” I b
ELENA’S POINT OF VIEW Quinn and I went up the stairs to Mirabel’s room. She was sleeping. That she felt safe enough to sleep made me feel she trusted me. I would never hurt her intentionally. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the right time. Deep down inside, I hoped she’d trust me completely. If she did, it’d be easier for Ryder to drop whatever he was planning against me. “She looks peaceful.” Quinn sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed. “I don’t know why Alistair has chosen to make her suffer. I’m the one he wants. Why doesn’t he just come at me directly?” “He’s a lunatic. I guess he believes this is the best way to hurt you. Think about it, she’s the king’s sister. Her brother has the power to make your life miserable, and he doesn’t have to lift a finger.” She was right. If Ryder wanted, he could behead me and no one would dare question him. Alistair really used his head here. Thinking about it made me wish I had done as he wanted at first. The stupid
ELENA’S POINT OF VIEW The SUV I was in came to a halt in front of a house. It wasn’t grandiose, neither was it shitty. The house was okay. It reminded me of my house in New Jersey. It had the white picket fences, a mailbox, and a well-taken care of lawn with beautiful flowers. “You’ll be staying here until boss comes for you.” The waiter informed me. “Please do not leave the house.” “Got it.” I dismissed him with an airy wave as I ambled to the house, taking in its neat exterior. Whoever lived here was doing a good job of keeping it clean. I rang the bell and waited. Ten seconds, fifteen… no answer. I rang it again. “What the fuck is your problem?” A silver-haired girl shouted, throwing the door open with a glare. “Oh, it’s you.” She stepped aside with a much friendlier expression. “Come on in.” “Thanks?” I went into the house. The television was on, and what I saw playing wouldn’t easily leave my head. The black and orange video. “Elena, is it?” She asked. Now that
ELENA’S POINT OF VIEW I hadn’t seen or heard anything from Kai in days. I feared he’d found something out or just avoiding me for the time being. Maybe he was upset with me. He was probably in some sort of trouble. After all, the police had found me at his house and Mirabel might have complicated him by saying he was Kai. Oh, goodness, what if he had been arrested?“I hate when you do this.” Ariana had both hands on her waist as she glowered at me, unimpressed I had spaced out while she was talking. I dropped the rag in my hand on the table. “Sorry.”It was a Saturday and, according to Ariana; we had to clean the place up. Not that it was too dirty, but just because. Her words, not mine. She was preparing something for us to eat, even though it looked a little too much for two people. It made me believe someone was coming over.She rolled her eyes. “As I was saying, Ricky and Kai will come over in some minutes with a friend. I’ll finish up here. Go shower.”“Kai is comin