Damien 85.I was dumbfounded by the news that I read it more than ten times before it dawned on me that it was all too real. I sent a quick text to Jackson to turn the car around. I turned an gave Isabella a long solemn look. I would protect her with my life even if it killed me.I looked on in adoration at her sleeping form. I was going to have to leave her again. Micheal had specifically asked to see me. I was baffled by the turn of events just today along. I changed quietly into lighter clothes and took my Smith and Wesson, chief's special.The firearm had been my trusty side piece during my army days. I prayed that I never had to need it. It was custom made to fit my hands perfectly. It also came in black so it could blend with the dark. I placed a soft kiss on her cheek as she slept like a baby.Jackson was anxiously waiting by his car when I got down. "It sounded serious," He told me as I got close to him."Al is dead, he was killed today," I told him as I opened the front passe
Isabella 86.I jolted awake from my little slumber as my heart almost gave out from fear. It was dark in the room and Damien was no where in the house. I did not know how I knew but I could always tell when he was absent.Ever since I was rescued from the clutches of Robert, I had been plagued by nightmares of the incident. The dream was always the same. It started with Robert tying me up and forcing pills down my throat. Then I always jolted awake when he raised his fist.I woke up feeling very thirsty and my stomach gnawed in complaint as I sat at the edge of the bed, putting my feet on the warm rug. I had no recollection of taking off my shoes because they were neatly placed on the shoe rack. I looked up at the round clock hung up by the entrance of the bathroom.It was past six which meant I slept for over two hours. I could not tell which was more exhausting between working at Renaissance or dealing with the St. Dumas family. It was mentally draining to deal with both.It was e
Damien 87.I had no ill will towards Al Vegas and I knew next to nothing about him except for the Intel Jackson got me. I trusted Jackson's skill as a tracker. So it annoyed me when Michael asked if I was behind the hit."I understand that in cases like this, everyone is a suspect but you really need to take it easy on the booze," I replied."Come on, he stole from you! There is motive," He said, his eyes gleaming with suspicion."He stole from the company," I said."Same difference," He replied with a shrug."So you called me here to interrogate me" I said to him, holding his steady gaze with mine."You have the most to lose," He countered."Yes, but not to the point of chocking a man with his balls," I replied in a calm tone."You rich assholes with your problems, like the common man is not committing enough crimes," Micheal complained bitterly. I could not even blame him for his sentiment. His work was stressful enough."According to my investigations, Al V
Isabella 88Even behind bars, Robert's reach wad still far enough to get to me. It was clear now that despite his incarceration, Camilla was still under his spell. I wondered how she felt when Robert had told her to send me the message.Fortunately, Camilla had stopped blowing up my phone with unprecedented calls and I was left with the uncomfortable silence that followed. To be honest, I was not looking forward to the upcoming days that involved Damien leaving for Japan with Natalia.However, business was business and it did not matter how I felt. I was downstairs busy changing the TV channels when I heard a car pull up close to the house. Even without meaning to, I knew that it was Damien.It scared me how well I was connected to him because he was the first person I ever felt this way about."Did you sleep well?" He asked as he gently closed the door behind him."I tried," I told him."The same nightmare?" He asked as he sat close to me.I nodded. He was awar
Damien 89.I was not in support of what Isabella was doing but I knew that it was for her own good. I knew what it feels like to obsess over someone especially if that someone turned out to be a monster. The two of us had fallen asleep on the couch snuggled against each other.We both woke up to a blushing maid shyly peering down at our sleeping form. She was probably waiting to clean up the living room."How long have you been watching?" I asked with a humorous smile."I just came in sir," She answered with a small courtesy but her face was red with blush."Like what you see?" I asked enjoying her torment. She shook her head, then her eyes widened in fear and she quickly nodded."Damien, stop messing with her and let her do her work," Isabella hit me softly on the shoulder. "Sorry about that," She kindly told the young lady.We both walked up the stairs and entered the bedroom. My bedroom."I want us to stay in one room together, I can't stand you sleeping in a separate room, it's t
Isabella 90.It was so broody in here and bleak in here. I tried not to let it get to me but it did. The somber atmosphere in Red Gate Penitentiary was sad and contagious. Why would anyone want to stay here. I tried to imagine how life would be here everyday.Damien and I waited at the visiting hall of the prison. I was nervous and anxious. Damien placed a calming hand on my lap as my legs were shaking uncontrollably."Fear is natural, only mad men have no fear, you will overcome this," Damien whispered to me. I nodded.Before we got here, we had both decided that, I would see him alone. Robert had been deemed armed and dangerous so I could only see him behind the thick glass with a telephone fixed to it."If things get uncomfortable, you know that you can always leave," Damien told me. I nodded again and held his hand for moral support.Truth be told, it was not easy going to face the man that just traumatized me but I knew that it had to be done. If I did not d
Damien 91.Five minutes later, I was surprised to see her back. She seemed so relaxed as she made her way to me. She hugged me tightly without a word and I held on to her till she had her fill of me."You were early," I told her. "I believed that the slotted time was ten minutes," I added."He was not worth more than five minutes of my precious time," She told me."So what now?" I asked her thinking that we should go home."Let us go to work," She simply replied."Are you sure that you will be able to get anything done?" I asked with concern.She nodded. "I have what I already wanted which was closure but it turns out that I did not even need it in the first place, men like Robert have no power over me," She said.Together, we left the state Penitentiary never to come back again. We got into my car and I drove straight to the office.I occasionally checked my rear view mirror just in case we were being followed. Isabella was my life now and I would do anything
Isabella 92.I had no idea what today was going to bring but I was ready to face it head on. A playful knock sounded on my jaw and I smiled immediately. It was Jackson the joker or Jackie for short. He peeped his head in with one eyes closed."Assistant HR reporting for duty," He said on a robot voice."Come in you goofball," I said with a short laugh and shook my head."And in tow is the delectable Ms. Grace, the event mistress," He added as he walked in.Grace walked in and rolled her eyes. She was weary of his jokes but there was a smile on his face."It's so good to see you boss, It's been hell without you, Grace was mean to me all the time," Jackson complained with fake sadness. It was hilarious."For someone so jacked, you eat like an obese person," Grace said with exasperation.Jackson smiled. "You were totally checking me out if you know I am jacked," He said."Behave yourself," Grace said with a smile."Yes ma'am," Jackson said."You too are a breath of fresh air," I said."P