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ADRIAN’S POV I didn’t know what it was but something attracted me to her. Maybe it was because I hadn’t been with a woman in a long time and was just horny. But I saw beautiful women every day. What about her was different? The tight dress around her thighs and the way she walked, she didn’t even show an ounce of fear while talking to me. She was one of the only women who dared to look me in the eye. I told the manager to get someone to bring another drink for us. I thought he would call the same girl who served us the other time so I didn’t bother to specify who. Another girl came to the table. She seemed less confident than the other one. “What can I get for you, sirs?” She asked, looking at the ground. She couldn’t even look us in the face? I turned to the manager. “Get me the girl who served us before. I don’t like this one.” I sneered. She was taken aback by my words. “Get Isabella to come and take their order.” He turned to her and said. “Yes, sir.” She scrambled away. Isabella. Sounds nice. After about two or three minutes, she walked up the stairs and came to meet us. “What else would you like me to get for you?” She asked softly. “Don Perigon, make sure it’s chilled,” I replied, my eyes fixed on her. “Okay.” She walked away. “Don’t even think about it,” Seb muttered under his breath. “Think about what?” I asked, feigning ignorance even if I knew damn well what he was talking about. “Whatever you think about that girl. We’re here on official business, not to fool around.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Be careful.” He warned. Isabella came back up a few minutes later with a tray in hand. The drink bottle sat in a bucket of ice. She walked slowly and set the tray on the table. She didn't wait for instructions and started pouring out the drink for us. She poured out for Sebastian first and then started pouring for me. She was leaning towards me a bit and I could see the curves of her boobs a bit more. “Careful, Isabella.” I cleared my throat. I didn’t mean to startle her but it seemed I did because she lost focus and spilled the drink on my white shirt. “Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry.” She brought out a napkin from the side of her dress and tried to clean up the spill. She was even more startled when the manager yelled her name. “I told you you had only one more chance and you were done.” He yelled. “I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to spill the drink. It was an accident.” “You are fired. Leave right away.” He pushed her. “I'm so sorry. It was an accident. You can’t fire me. How am I going to pay my mother's hospital bills and my rent?” She begged. “You should have thought about that before getting distracted.” He called a bouncer to escort her out. She didn’t want to leave so he basically carried her out while she thrashed around in his arms. I sat quietly watching it all unfold. The manager ran to my side. “I'm so sorry, sir.” He bowed. “That will never happen again.” “Let’s go,” I said to Seb. “Send the bill over,” I told the manager. We walked out of the club and headed straight to the house. We had work to do but I couldn’t go with a stained shirt. I changed and immediately got back in the car. We drove to the warehouse. I got down and walked to the door. When I got inside, the men there greeted me. I walked to where the man was tied up. He had already been dealt with enough by my men. He laughed when he saw me. “Took you long enough.” He spat. I held his face. “Who are you working with?” I asked. “No one. I work for me and me alone.” He laughed. “Don't test me.” “You can’t believe it right? You can seem to fathom that someone as small as me would be able to cause all this trouble.” He smirked. “Face it, Adrian. You're no longer the boss. There's someone new in town.” I slapped him across the face. His words angered me. “Kill him. Kill them all.” I yelled. “I don’t want to see any more traces of him. Burn their little hideout down.” “Yes sir,” Matthew said. I and Seb walked out of the building. I wasn’t even planning to make things so long. I knew I wasn’t getting any information from him. It was a waste of time to delay things. “Find me that girl from the club,” I said to Romeo. “Yes, sir.” He nodded. “Adrian,” Seb called. “Save it.” I needed something to relieve my stress. I knew damn well I wasn’t going to get it elsewhere. After about an hour or two, they traced the girl and we went to her house. It didn’t take long. I was absolutely disgusted by her living conditions. I could see why she begged not to be fired. I went into the small building alone. I knocked on the door and after a few seconds, it opened. She was surprised to see me on the other end of the door. “What, what are you doing here?” She stuttered. I walked into the small apartment and took my time to look around. It was a tiny space but at least it was clean. I was intrigued and kept going around and touching stuff. “I'm going to make this really short,” I said. “What? How did you find out where I live? Where are you even here? She asked. “Have sex with me,” I stated flatly. “What?” She was stunned. I walked closer to her. “You obviously need money.” I looked around. “And I need someone to satisfy me tonight. How much do you need? Any amount, I’ll pay.” “You want to pay me to have sex with you?” She asked. I nodded and before I knew it, I felt a hard slap across my face.CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIXADRIAN’S POVONE YEAR LATER A lot had changed in a year. Isabella and I were finally in a better place after lots and lots of therapy. We were now boyfriend and girlfriend, and with the label on our relationship, it was easier to navigate it.Isabella had gotten her GED and got into a college not too far from where we lived. Therapy had helped her manage the aftermath of everything that happened to her. She had nightmares a few nights but they weren’t as frequent as before.Theo also did some therapy. We had been so focused on other things that we hadn’t noticed how much everything that happened affected him. He developed separation anxiety after being away from Isabella and me so much.At first we couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Some days he would throw a tantrum when it was time to go to school, or he wouldn’t go to sleep unless one of us was holding him. He finally admitted that he was afraid he wouldn’t see us again and that was when we put
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVEISABELLA’S POVFour weeks had passed since Nathaniel died. The first two weeks, I had nightmares every night. Those ended with me being the one shot and not Nathaniel. I also had to deal with the aftermath of getting my memories back. The doctor said that when Nathaniel had thrown me to the wall, it may have triggered something in my brain that made me regain my memories. By the third week, the nightmares were less frequent. I had pushed Adrian away but he stayed with me for a whole week. He helped me time my nightmares and helped me get over them quickly when I woke up panicking.I was also taking a lot of meds to help with my headaches and anxiety. By the fourth week, I’d started to feel a little bit normal. I didn’t think anyone in my position would ever go back to feeling normal but I was having a bit of normalcy in my life. I didn’t have to worry about Dominic or Nathaniel coming after me again.Since Nathaniel was dead, the case was closed.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOURISABELLA’S POVI wanted nothing more than to let Adrian come home with me and hold me until I fell asleep but I wanted to want him less. I wanted to learn how to be okay on my own without waiting for him to make me feel better.“Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t need Adrian to be with you?” Detective Jones asked.“No.” I shook my head. “I’m going to be fine. I just need a shower and then I’ll get to sleep.”“Okay. If you need anything, call me. Two officers are also right outside your door.”“Is that necessary? Nathaniel’s not going to do anything to me again, is he?”“No. It’s just a precaution. Don’t worry about it.”“Okay.”“I’ll see you tomorrow.”I got out of the car and went into my apartment building. There were two officers waiting there for me.“We’re right outside here if you need anything.” One of them said. “Thank you.”“I’m officer miller and this is officer grant.” He introduced them.“Isabella.”“We’re going to stay here until we r
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-THREEADRIAN’S POVAfter Isabella’s breakdown inside the courtroom, there was a small break. I sat down with her until the break was over and we returned to the courtroom.The rest of the trial went without any interruptions. I wanted to sit with Isabella but the court wouldn’t allow it.The prosecutors called more witnesses to the stand. Isabella’s doctor was one of the witnesses. He spoke about her injuries, the brain trauma, and the amnesia that followed.He explained that her memory loss did not mean that what she remembered was false or inaccurate. The defense tried to argue but the doctor brought out the facts and evidence.The police officers also testified. They explained what had happened during the pursuit. The video evidence was shown right there. I kept glancing at Isabella to make sure she was okay.The forensic investigator also testified. Isabella’s account of the event matched the evidence they found on the scene. There was no way Isabell
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWOISABELLA’S POVI was still sitting in the small room with the detective. The proceedings had already started.“Are you ready, Isabella?” Detective Jones asked.“Yes.” I was fidgeting with my fingers. “I am.”“Like Adrian said, if it gets too much just say something okay?”“What if they don’t believe me? What if they say I’m lying because of my amnesia?” I asked. That was what I was most worried about.“They won’t. Your story corroborates the physical and forensic evidence. The doctor’s report too.” He assured me.“What if I say something wrong? What if they ask me a question and I can’t answer it?”“Don’t be nervous, Isabella. You’re going to do great.”We spent about 20 minutes in the room and then walked into the courtroom. The first person I saw was Nathaniel. Chills ran through my body when our eyes met.His relaxed face turned into a creepy smile. He wouldn’t stop staring at me, even when I took my seat. After a few minutes of waiting, the judge
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-ONEADRIAN'S POVIt was finally the first day of Nathaniel's trial. The charges against him were enough to keep him behind bars for the rest of his life.Kidnapping, assault, and the murder of Dominic and the other two men who had taken Isabella. They planned to bring the money-laundering charges on a different day. They wanted to focus on Isabella’s kidnapping and the murders first.I personally wanted to drive Isabella to the courthouse but she was supposed to go with the detective.“Are you okay?” Seb asked while he watched me straighten my tie.“I’m not the one you’re supposed to ask that question. Have you spoken to Isabella?” “Yeah. I called her this morning. Did you?”“I sent her a text. I didn’t want to overwhelm her.”“She’s going to be fine. Nathaniel is going to pay for what he did to her.”“I’m a bit scared for her. She hasn’t seen him since. I don’t know how she’s going to react.”“She’s going to be fine.” He patted my back. “Let’s go. We d
CHAPTER TWENTY FOURADRIAN’S POVI hung up the phone and turned to face Isabella’s mother. “Do you believe me now?”She was still in shock. “I can’t believe my daughter would hide something like that from me. She has a son. I have a grandson. No wonder she was in such a hurry to leave the country t
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREEISABELLA’S POV I woke up with a bad migraine. For some reason, I couldn’t stop crying during the night. I was beginning to develop a fever. I slept in a little because I made the decision that I wouldn’t go to work. Cassie and Ben could handle everything for the day.I got out
CHAPTER TWENTY ONEISABELLA’S POVI forgot about Adrian and focused on my work for the day. I couldn’t let him distract me that much. I turned off my phone hoping the message I sent him would be enough to make him back off. After how many years and he wants his son? He could easily get another girl
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOADRIAN’S POVI was meant to fly back to the states but for some reason, I stayed back in Malta. Our goods had been returned with no trace of the people who took them. It was from dead end to dead end while we were trying to find the perpetrators. I couldn’t spend my time there wh







