All Chapters of Rebecca’s broken vows: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Did he just say Fiona? My ears rung.‎‎I held my breath up close to be certain that nothing , not even my breathing was going to sell me out, ‎‎If I could stop my heart from beating too loud, I would have. ‎‎I nearly gasped as the words rolled out of his mouth but subconsciously, I froze even stiffer.‎‎With my eyes bulging out and my tongue, fast locked on the roof of my mouth.‎‎ he then smacked his palm on his head. ‎‎"I couldn't just snatch it from her," he defended, gesturing with his hands.‎‎"but I tried to search for it, back in the room when she was asleep, but she'd hidden it away too deep."he grimaced.‎‎I assumed Fiona had wanted to smash his head into a sink for his lack of competence. ‎‎She continued to rave and bite over the phone.‎‎ Ryan pinched the bridge of his nose,‎"and what do you want me to do now?" he asked. ‎‎"........" Fiona responded without me hearing.‎‎" what makes this worse is that I already told her what you

“This blood thumbprint, where is it.” I asked. “It was behind the frame. I only wiped it off.” She answered. “Maybe you shouldn't have…” i said, drawing circles on the table.“And why not, it gave me the creeps the moment i saw it.” She said with her eye brow lifted.“It is because maybe he would have been forced to give you answers if he had seen it.” I continued.“A blood print is something more expressed as a symbol of agreement, like a seal which cannot be broken.”“And how did you know all these?” She directed at me starstruck.“Lets just say, there are perks that come with associating with the people.” I flashed my pearl teeth awkwardly.She shrugged her shoulders, “well enough about that,” “What was the noise all about? Before i came down.”She asked.“What noise? …” i asked absentmindedly.“With Ryan, Come on Rebecca, don't do this.” “Oh…um…that,” Anna continued to look me in the face with hope in her eyes that i would fill her in with clarity. But, I couldn't learn th

RYANS POVI continued to pace around the room, flicking my eyes at the door at intervals at every slight movement.Wandering what they must be talking about. What was taking the conversation so long?And Mrs Rebecca, damn. I spat. Raking my hands through my hair. How could i let go of my control just like that, telling her how pressured i am. Now, knowing how smart and relentless she could be at times, absolutely, she would want to dig out truths. Real truths. I placed my head against the drawers, to calm my nerves and ease up the tension. But just then, i heard the sound of a car running out of the garage. The screeching tyres scratched my eyeballs out. My eyes bulged as i held on to the railing. What the fuck???I quickly dashed to the door and pulled it open recklessly, nearly breaking the door handle. As i raced down to the sitting room with blazing impatience, there was Anna, seated on a sofa, peacefully laying her head down with a mug in her hand. Slowly, i had to p

(Remember the nasty idea i thought about earlier?Well this is it. )Immediately i dug my hand under my shirt and pulled out Fionas envelope. I settled into a couch by the corner and flipped the pages open. And with each page i flipped, a smile drew across my face. “You want me so badly don't you?” I said to myself. “Well heres your opportunity.”But then what was my backup plan if shes desperate enough to pull me out? Would i hand over the incriminating document and only leverage i had?“If you want the documents so badly, well heres your chance Fiona.” I brushed away the thoughts and texted her immediately, saying.“You should ask Ryan for the descriptions, its the old mafia house he talked me out from going into.” I could already feel her adrenaline spike up in anxiety as i had barely even sent the message a second ago when her message dropped in. Beep. I opened it. Impatiently.I rubbed my eyes unbelievably.“Im not walking into whatever trap you think you've lain out for

REBECCAS POV: (Back to the mafia house). He placed the phone on speaker.“Dom..Someone just came into the house...” I overheard the caller say. There was a sigh of relief that escaped my lips when i heard the voice, it wasn't Drews, But then who came in. “Dre?” He asked. “femenino” the caller responded.I couldn't understand what the caller said, but from the way Dom’s eyebrows lifted questioningly, I knew it wasn't Drew either. And he brought the phone down.Suddenly, his countenance changed… “Who is she?” His eyes darkened, staring at me eyeball to eyeball.“Who?” I stepped back frightfully asking, “The lady who just came in.!” He barked.I felt the shivers run down my spine as the wave of anger clothed him. “I don't know what you are talking about i swear it.” I cried. “You do not know huh?…” “Well in that case.” He took the phone back to his ears. “Mátala” he said. Looking me dead in the eye. Something about the way he spoke ran spikes in my soul. It felt cold and