"The three of us used to be really close." Cane commented as he looked at the computer he had placed on his lap, sitting by the chair in front of the window in my art studio.I was standing in front of the canvas I had started drawing on the night. Elijah and I had that deep talk, finishing off the last details before I go hang it in his study."Of course, Elijah and Kevin knew each other before I joined in the little group, but nonetheless, the three of us were close to being brothers than any blood brothers there are out there. We were pretty tight. That being said, we assumed that Kevin knew about the life we were living. He came over to the mansion one too many times, and we also met him at other houses when we were invited to one of those fancy dinner parties. It was hard to believe that he had no idea that everything he walked on came from the web." Cane sighed before he rolled his head around to relieve the tension that was building at the back of his neck."Kevin sort of looke
I laid in Elijah's arms, my right hand tracing soft lines against his tattooed chest, following the outline of the dark inc that was embedded into his skin. Elijah had his arms around me, his right fingers gently brushing against my skin, sending butterflies into my stomach.There was nowhere I would rather be. I felt blessed to be in his arms, to feel the love he had for me, to hear those precious words getting whispered into my ears over and over again.I never want to lose this moment, and this man.After Elijah and I had made love post his arrival to the mansion, we laid in bed as he explained what had happened while he was gone.Just as he had thought, there were close to twenty armed men and women waiting for detective Kevin to arrive with me. He was sure that they had planned to kill both the detective and I the second they had their hands on us.Dante had done as Elijah told him to do and sent well equipped men to the old church. They successfully extracted the detectives son
Elijah Smith...I sat behind my desk, chewing over everything that had been happening in the last few days. I had been very stressed, and for some odd reason, I could tell that it was far from over.There was a tightness at the back of my neck that was refusing to let me work. I had already missed work the previous day, and it had already piled up. I only have about two hours left to get off of work, but I just couldn't help myself. I am unable to focus anymore.Letting out a sigh, I leaned back into my chair and grabbed my phone. I needed to take my mind off of the stress for a little while.I pulled up Ella's phone number and shot her a text."What are you doing?" I typed down before I sent it to her.The thought of what that old man said to me replied in my head. I felt horrible after I heard about what I had done to Ella.Whether it was intentional or not, it was still my doing that stole her voice. It still laid on my shoulders, weighing me down.When Ella had traced those
Ella Smith...A small smile was ghosting my lips as I threw the phone over to the chair that was near the window and looked back at the cananvas that was standing tall in front of me.I felt incredibly better after texting with Elijah. I really wanted to do this. I really wanted to see if there was a possibility that I might recover my voice.Even if the checkup gives way to the answer that there was no bringing my voice back, I still wanted to try. There was nothing I was going to lose by trying it out.But there was much to gain.After what Elijah said to me the previous night, there was a need deep within my stomach to open my lips and say the three magic words to him.Tracing it on his skin or mouthing it out didn't feel as fulfilling. Signing it was definitely intimate, especially with the extra effort my husband had been putting in learning sign language to the T. With a small smile on my face, I started doing the final touches to finish the painting.I felt bad for having a
Elijah Smith...I rushed towards my car and hopped in. At the corner of my eyes, I could see Kevin doing the same.Within the next few minutes, the two of us fired up out engines and drove out of the underground garage of the company.I sped towards the mansion while calling Ella's phone. She would know that something was up if I was calling her instead of texting her like I always do. I called her phone twice, but there was no answer.The next call I made was to Dalinda. That woman, old and frail she might seem, but she is just as deadly as the people on the web. She would protect Ella until I got to the house.The only problem was that she wasn't picking her phone up either. I tried Milton's phone as well, and just like Ella and Dalinda, he doesn't pick up.At this point, I was certain that Dante had beat me to the house.I tried every phone in the mansion, and still there was no one to pick up, not even the men I'd left in and out of the house were not answering their individu
Cane and I slowly hicked up the driveway, preparing ourselves to fight our way in. We were already breathing heavily as we got closer to the house. The slope was not easy to climb within a few minutes, but Cane and I managed to beat our set time and get there within ten minutes. As we got closer to the house, the men standing in front and around it started getting more and more tense, standing in a stance that was built to plant their feet firm in the ground and fight us off. Cane immiedeatly pointed the HECKLER on them, favoring the gun he had strapped to his back instead of the one hanging from his shoulder. "Let us through or I promise you, I will not hesitate to shoot." He warned in a serious tone. But I didn't think they understood that he meant what he said. Instead of moving aside or even moving a muscle, they just stood there and stared at us, believing that we were just bluffing. "I warned you." Cane called out before he pulled the trigger, firing a bullet straight throu
My hand was shaking as I forced myself to keep my GLOCK up at aim, refusing to back down.The thoughts going in my head were quite disturbing. Once I knew what all of this was about, I was more than sure that Ella was in grave danger."Is that it?" I asked as a scoff of disbelief bubbled up my chest. "You took her because you're upset that I had Custo killed?" Dante clicked his tongue as he leaned back into his seat."Come on, Elijah. You didn't just have Custo killed. You did more. More that I had absolutely no idea about." He replied, the smile slowly dropping from his face."Custo betrayed the web one too many times. You knew he deserved to die." I roared out, frustrated at even having this conversation when I knew that my wife could be suffering with each passing second."Yes." Dante nodded his head. "Custo did deserve to die. That bastard stole from us, worked with our enemies, and even made a deal to sell his daughter off to them. You were lucky he died when he did, or else, yo
Ella Smith...My entire world was crumbling down on me. My eyes were wide open, but the only thing I could see was darkness.Images were flashing in my head, and voices were ringing in my ears. I couldn't understand what was going on around me. I could hear a distant voice calling my name out. A hand would reach for my shoulder once in a while, trying to shake me awake.I wasn't asleep. I was just lost.I blinked my eyes multiple times before I looked around. My vision was very blurry, but I could tell that I was sitting in the front seat of a car, a car that was going really fast.My head swayed from side to side. I had no control over myself what so ever.Everything felt like it had happened so fast, yet it felt like it took days.The scent of my own blood was making my head hurt. It made my skin feel weird. I knew for sure that if I reached up to touch the side of my face, I would feel the dryness, along with the swollen side.My mind was forcing me to remember the event