“How?” He asked. His eyes narrowing in on her. “She was shot in her leg and her stomach. I did what I could. Security found her driver and he helped us get out of there undetected.” She took a deep breath. She felt like she had said too much. “Ah,yes. A Carlos Mendoza.” The detective said, skimming through some notes on a yellow notepad that sat in front of him. “Yes. That's him.” She agreed. “So, what next?” He asked, after jotting some things down on his notepad. “We made it to the hospital. Mr. Mendoza gave me his jacket. He left. We left from there. I no longer felt safe in this area.” She said.  Squeeze

Nick had been drowning his sorrows in a bottle of whiskey inside of a bar somewhere near the rocky mountains in Colorado, ever since he had lost Elayna to her bastard of a husband three days ago. He felt like his life had no meaning left. She was his everything, and she was gone. The last couple of months had been the best days of his life. She had become everything to him in that short period of time. There had been no outside distractions, just them and the fiery passionate love they had for one another. It was as if they lived in a bubble. The forests had become their refuge and safe haven. They had stayed in tents, Teepees, and Yurts deep in the woods. At night they would gaze up at the sky and marvel at it richness, and during the day Elayna would have a firsthand view of the majesty and beauty of the wild life while Nick fished nearby. The sounds of the forest had become the background of their lives. It had made it seem ethereal and even more r

“You are mine. Do you understand?”He stated. She nodded her head ‘yes’.  “I’m going to fuck you as much as possible so you will have no time to think about anyone else. Soon you will forget. I know you say you already have, but I am going to make sure you truly forget, because if you don’t I will take our child and you will never see it again.” He layed back down on top of her as if he had said nothing.  She laid her head back down on her pillow.  He was serious.  She was so conflicted. Her emotions were fragile. Nick was the love of her life, but Bradley had once been the love of her life. Bradley was still, legally her husband. He was right. She was his. He would make it where she would never be abl

Bradley’s veneer of civility was slipping away by the day and more and more he had become angry at her.  This time it had been over something miniscule to anyone else, but not to her husband. She had yawned when he had been talking to her about what he had planned for the days ahead of them. She had tried her best to be interested and look that that way when he spoke to her. It just seemed like she was growing more and more tired as the days went by. He had grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her hard. She remembered trying to break from  from his grip. There was no use, so instead she begged for her life. She looked into his eyes.They were cold. He didn’t seem to care. He railed at her and called her a slut and a whore with a bastard in her belly. He slapped her hard then. She fell to the floor ha

Pete stood there waiting for her. Then spoke when she stood in front of him. “Mr. King is waiting for you.” “Alright. Have any of the guests arrived? He said we were entertaining company tonight.” “Yes ma’am. The guests have arrived.” “I am late then?” He laughed at that. It reminded him of a time when she was always late and always trying to make a good first impression with these uptight rich people. Now she was polished, and refined, they still hated her for being born poor, but they treated her much better. Elayna picked up the pace and walked faster. She lifted the front of her dress a few inches, as she descended the staircase. She heard the sound of stringed instrumen