All Chapters of The Untitled Love Story : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Two hours after Zedan left, Melissa and I were lying on our office chairs, staring at the ceiling like they had the solution to my problem plastered across them.I had thought Melissa took a different route when heading to the station, but I soon realised the car carrying Charlie hadn't come to the station.It drove straight to a detention facility somewhere near the outskirts of town. That alone proved that Charlie wasn't going to get a court hearing.So, my train of thought now revolved between finding enough evidence to reopen an investigation, proving Charlie innocent or planning a jail break.Now the problem with option one was the fact that I was up against an invisible enemy with wealth and influence I could only dream of having.And the second option needed a team, firearms and a lot of planning. Even if I had any of that, Charlie wouldn't be on board with that idea.The sound of someone opening the door without bothering to knock had me sitting up, partly to appear official a

Danielle Dennison's POV I swallowed down the multiple questions that sprang up in my mind. Eiran's initial outburst had proven to me that he was quite protective of his man, and I didn't want to lose my brother over a guy. Especially, when I just got him back."It's good to hear that you are doing all right at work." I stated, putting on a smile to ease the tension."I guess, but I was hoping to introduce Charlie to you today, and also learn about our family, but I suppose we can't always have what we want." He replied with a sigh."Well, I can still tell you about yourself and about us." I offered just as the doorbell rang."That must be the food I ordered." I smiled, walking to the door."Oh, you didn't have to." Melissa said sweetly."Come now, what sort of big sister wouldn't I be if I didn't have snacks ready for my brother and his friend when they visit?" I chuckled as I took the test from the staff."Thank you." I muttered before closing the door."Beef sandwiches." Eiran note

When Charlie had mentioned Malik the first time, I had imagined a scruffy-looking homeless guy who was wrecked from alcohol, not some brown-skinned dude with a freshly trimmed beard and curly hair.He didn't exactly give off hardened criminal vibes, he looked like someone who had just gotten out of a spa. The moment our eyes met, a knowing smirk crossed his lips.He had been expecting me.Ivan handed us the keys to the cell and returned to his table, wishing us good luck. The smirk on Malik's lips grew as Melissa slowly unlocked his cell for us to enter."I honestly thought he couldn't bag anyone better looking than me, but I have to say, he went above and beyond to prove me wrong." He snickered.Melissa rolled her eyes at him, resting against the cell's bars. It took me a moment to realise she was leaving the questioning up to me.If I were going to do this right, I couldn't let Malik get under my skin. I had to react differently to his words and catch him off guard."You don't look

The tall concrete wall pulsed with a feeling of dread and desolation as they stood so tall that you could only see a part of the top floors of the prison blocks, and even that sight could only be observed from a distance.We stopped in the way because Melissa insisted on buying a couple of beers 'for the road' yet she smacked Jacob's hand before he could even get close enough to snag one.The guards at the gate did a thorough check of the car, wasting more of our precious time. Perhaps that was just me being anxious as I waited, tapping my feet in an uneven rhythm."What's in here?" One asked, using his baton to poke the lunch basket that held the food."It's just food." I replied, blocking the baton before he could poke a third time.The poking gesture really irritated me.I shot the guard a warning look, slowly pushing his baton back at him. The second, who was actually doing his job, whistled as he cleared us for entry.The prison yard was quite larger than I imagined, and in bette

"Now, this is better." I nodded in approval, looking around the living room.Bryan rolled his eyes at me before collapsing onto a chair with a tired sigh. He stretched lightly and adjusted his posture, closing his eyes moments after.I guess he had earned a little rest, plus I needed to think. With Bryan asleep and the house now clean, I could think in peace.Finding Bryan and Kaila was never going to be a problem. The real problem came with preventing them from being used as leverage against Charlie.The police were obviously not an option. We didn't have any concrete evidence to request protective surveillance and they could or probably would be easily manipulated.I definitely couldn't have them run away and change their names as Charlie did; I lacked the money and resources for that. Even if I did have those, I would still need to find some sort of extra protection.Falcon still hadn't responded to any of my messages, and it was slowly starting to make me feel uneasy. I know Charl