All Chapters of Love, Obsession, Torture: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ROBIN’S POV“Robin, are you sure this is going to work? My dad is pigheaded.”“Our dad. And he’ll listen to me. He has to. He has to know how much the two of you love each other. How has Mike been?”“Between losing his job and keeping his distance from me because dad has him under a microscope, I guess he’s dying Robin. He’s devastated, and I don’t know how to make this right.”“We’ll make it right. He’s waiting in a restaurant for us.”“Who?”“Dad.”“You invited dad on our outing with Mike? He’s practically disguising himself to come along Rob!” She huffed, exasperated.“Hear me out first. I thought just talking on the phone would work, but this is better Lana, talking face to face, making him see how genuine Mike is, and not the social climber he claimed him to be. Trust me.”Lana signed, forcing her gaze back on the road.“Can you step on the gas, stop moving at a snail’s pace.”“You’re still pregnant Robin, give birth first and I’d step on any gas you want.” I narrowed my eyes on

ROBIN’S POVI wedged my way into Brandon’s room in Grace Fountain Hospital, thankful his limps were in great shape since the last time I saw him. And though my subconscious had been warring with my defiance to Jack having clearly forbidden any contact with Brandon after seeing us hugging, I had no choice but to come back and check on him. Brandon being here was his fault, and he was my friend, I wasn’t about to abandon him here all alone.“Hey beautiful.” Brandon chirped, pushing his weight up onto his arms, sitting against the headrest.“I see you got some groove back.” I smiled, etching my backside against the edge of the bed. He smiled at me, I did too, then our eyes locked onto each other. Clearing my throat, I tore my eyes away from his face, forcing the trance off.“You’re a goddess, Robin.” I grinned.“I appreciate the compliment, Brandon. How do you feel now?” I quickly go to change the topic, we were friends but his attractiveness towards me was still potent as a hard drug.“

JACKWe lay spooned together on her bed, the serene atmosphere making all the cosy difference. My arms were wrapped around her belly, her back pressed firmly to my front, my chin resting on top of her head, humming her favourite song. I felt her writhed a bit in my grip, and I tensed. I just knew it couldn’t be anything better, she had a lot on her mind and she needed answers, pronto.“Baby?” she whispered, twirling her fingers around my huge biceps.“What’s going on in your beautiful mind.” I sighed, bracing myself to answer some tough questions I had no fucking desire of answering.“What happened to Lois and Margaret?”“I dealt with Lois.” I retorted curtly, not wanting her to probe any further. But knowing Robin, I registered I wasn’t getting off the hook that easily.“What do you mean?” She twisted her body, facing me. Her face oozing with curiosity.“I had her locked up, baby.” I blinked. “Margaret is still with me.” She was looking at me with displeasure. What would she have me

JACKI plonked into my seat, reeling in my thoughts. Nothing implicated Brandon through those pictures Miller took, he was lying in a fucking hospital bed. Maybe if I hadn’t put him there, then we’d have found a connection between him and the DNA hoax. The investigation had reached a stalemate with him and I wouldn’t want to go running my mouth to my authority friends either, what would I tell ‘em? That I carried out a private investigation into a stalker who by some fucking stretch knew I caused an accident five years ago that fucking killed two people? And is back to torment my girl into leaving me? That would go fucking great without getting my arse incriminated. Five years ago, everything fucking dated back to freaking five years ago! I huffed, swinging my gaze to the door.“In,” I said, dipping my head low on an explosive breath. It felt as if I was back to square one on the fucking matter. No fucking light in sight for me in this tunnel.“Sir? Miss Scofield is here.”“Send her i

ROBINMy body reclined against the seat, my brain finally accepting the reality of my situation. This was indeed Brandon, he was kidnapping me and I was never going to see Jack, Lana or my parents ever again, he said so himself. He was going to make sure of it. I had no idea how long I sat grunting in the backseat but we finally arrived at the supposed destination, the car shrieking to a stop without warning. Brandon helped me out, groping around my taut neck to guide my movements.The first thing that hit me was the damp stench smacking me in the face, the place carried a heavy mix of damp wood and mould. Stale air wafting out with a blend of a subtle metallic scent. The musty smell emanating from the walls were nauseating. I retched, but quickly swallowing, forcing myself to keep the repugnance down. I swept my arm out, swaying them left to right like a blind cow, hoping the swinging movement would lead me through. But that was highly unnecessary because Brandon’s hand was clasping