EMILIO'S POV Zara was awake? That woman would go totally B.O.L.O. I looked at the young man beside men in the car now and he seemed confused as to whether or not we would be coming. I realized I needed to make a decision right now based on the scale of preference. No! This is my last chance probably at getting Samantha back and that does not happen so easily. I realized it would be best if I sought my wife out. I decided that I would call the men at the hospital and speak to them. They were to wait with her in the ward and not permit her to speak to the police. However, upon hearing that Tom was there as well, it made things easier. "You guys, sync with Tom but do not leave their side." I said as there was no trusting these people not to stab me in the back. To everyone, I was the arch villain quite alright. "Let's go, Alfredo." I said to the driver. We made our way straight to the boy's little apartment and I had to say that it was way below the standard of living I had been used t

SAMANTHA'S POVIt was all the way back to Ma'am Jacqueline's home as I could not think of anything else to do or say at the moment. I had forgotten to use the doorbell as I frantically kept knocking on the door. Soon enough, the older woman appears looking sincerely worried about me."Samantha, is something wrong?" She asked, noticing the panicked look on my face."It's Emilio!" I told her."What about him? Your husband, right?" She asks me."Yes. My husband. He called. He seems ill or something." I said."Calm down, Samantha. What really happened?" She asks me.I was in no mood right now to resume explanations to her but certainly, I could not keep this from her and get a solution from her. I resume a shaky explanation."From the tone of the man in the background, I think he's dying." I said to her as tears flowed down my eyes. Emilio was probably too sick to fly and it was going to be my fault."Calm down, Samantha. He's coming here, isn't he?" She asks me.I pause as I think about

EMILIO'S POV I could recall the searing pain as the bullet tore through my shoulder, I flinched but then he had his gun up again and fired another shot which I managed to dodge. His face spelt of nothing short of hate and disdain but then he tried to shoot again and there was just a click. He had run out of bullets, clearly not prepared to do what he had planned."Damnit." He muttered under his breath as he kept slapping against the gun.My bodyguards had come inside the room and had their guns pointed, ready to shoot."No!!! He's just a kid, damnit!!!" I yelled as I realized that I was still clutching to the paper where he had written Samantha's location. It was stained with blood at this time.He looked really scared and panicked as he threw the gun right at my bodyguards and dashed off to open his window. Hell no, I would not let him do as he intended. We were all the way at the third floor and him jumping at this point would only add to my guilt. I saw him now as my recompense an

SAMANTHA'S POVThe doctor rushed over to where Emilio was as I was already panicking. I stood there as I watched him doing his thing."Pass me my briefcase." He said to me,I went to where it was and fetched it for him as I handed it over."Patience, ma'am. He might yet survive this." The doctor said to me,Surviving this, Emilio was going pale by the second and I feared for his life. I have no idea but suddenly, I recalled that I used to be taught how to pray during my days as a child. All this while, I had not given thoughts to prayers as I did not deem it necessary but then, what was necessity if not the most important.I began muttering prayers and begging the heavens to come assist me. I recalled how heavily the promises I was making sounded and how I could not even focus on anything else at the moment."Samantha?" I heard the weak voice of my husband and slowly forgot about all I had been doing as I opened my eyes slowly.Emilio was lying on the bed, sweating profusely as he loo

SAMANTHA'S POVI could not believe what had just happened and how seriously my aunties had taken the whole thing with George but regardless, I did like the fact they showed up now. Ma'am Jacqueline on the other hand was totally not having it with me for the scenario I had caused them. I could not blame her though, she had every right to feel angered by the presence of the other guy."I did not ask him to come here." I said to her when it had become clear she thought I wanted to hang with him."You were out, standing with him." She pointed out the vain truth."Yes. I was but I had been asking him to leave before you came." I said."Didn't look to me like you were asking him to leave." She responded."What did it look like then? I'm being honest here with you, auntie. I sincerely demanded that he leaves but you should know already that he's stubborn." I explained which was a way to cover up my growing anger."You want a man to leave, then you should be wanton about it. You shouldn't be