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
I didn't know for how long I sobbed in the car. All I knew was in the end, my eyes were burning and swollen, and my head was pounding ten times than it was before.I'd wrapped my arms around myself and leaned my head against the window of the passenger side of the door, feeling like my world had ended.It did end.The beautiful bubble I was living in hours ago was burst. I was pushed off of the high mountain of lies I was living on, and goodness, the fall hurt.It really destroyed me and broke me from inside out.Every piece of me felt shattered. I didn't think I would be able to survive it."Ella, are you okay?" I heard Cane's distant and muffled voice.I couldn't give him a reply. What was I supposed to make of this situation?I just found out in the most horrible way possible that the man I loved was actually the beginning of my misery. Hot tears rushed down my face at the thought of everything I just found out, after a beating that the kidnappers sent to my previous home were the
Elijah Smith...I drove back to the mansion like a mad man. I wanted to reach the house as soon as possible to see if Ella was okay.Of course, she couldn't be okay. That was a ridiculous thing to think about.I recalled what Dante said to me. He told Ella everything I had done in the past, everything that would cost me my wife.I couldn't imagine how I was going to explain myself to her. My entire excuse to trying to have Elliot Williamson killed and success in killing Custo suddenly didn't seem good enough.Instead, I felt foolish, just like Dante had said I'd acted.The only excuse I had was that I was a made man, and I did what I thought was right, no matter how horrible it might sound.That would most certainly make Ella hate me. That is, if she doesn't already hate my guts.When I finally got to the mansion and parked the car a bit behind Cane's car, I had a little bit of hope that I might get to talk to Ella. What I have done might be horrible, but she and I love each othe
Silence enveloped the surveillance room after what had been discussed. I could feel anger, sadness, pity, and disgusting swelling in the air of the small room.Dalinda quickly returned with Milton by her side. She had the spare keys in her hand, which I thankfully took and marched myself over to the bathroom door.I pushed the key in and twisted it to the left, hearing that soft click as the door unlocked.I quickly stepped into the bathroom and crouched next to Ella. She was still shaking, but her eyes were closed, and I realized that she might have fallen asleep.I pressed my right hand flat against her forehead and felt how hot she was. "You're burning up." I whispered.I didn't hesitate to scoop her into my arms and leave the bathroom. I walked over to the bed.Dalinda rushed past me and pulled the covers away so I would lay Ella under them. "Did you call a doctor?" I asked Cane."Oh yeah, about that..." He paused.I glanced at him over my right shoulder, waiting for him to con
Ella Smith...I kept my eyes closed and tried to ignore the presence of the people standing around me. I felt the bed sink and realized that someone was sitting behind me."Ella?" I heard Cilvia's soft voice, which was too soft for her.I felt her hand on my shoulder, and I instantly tensed up. My reaction made Cilvia withdraw her hand."Doctor Morgan is here. You need to get up so he can deal with your cuts." Cilvia commented. I didn't care to move for anyone, not even for the old man standing behind me, waiting to treat me."Ella?" Dalinda called out.I opened my eye and let out a tired sigh.I slowly pushed myself up to a sitting position, feeling my arms shake as I did.I looked towards the nightstand, where I had left my notebook and pen a few days ago.I reached for it with shaky hands and flipped the cover open. "I don't want anyone in here while I'm getting treated." I wrote down and turned the notebook to the group.They each read what I wrote down and then shared a gl
Elijah Smith...Cane, Kevin, and I waited for the man to be sent in. The man I had contacted a while back to get me Ella's bank account had shown up in the dead of the night. My first answer to the gate guard was to tell him to send the man away. He could have sent me the numbers on email. I didn't understand why he had to come here, especially now that I was done with the web.I'd hung up the phone, but it soon rang again and the gate guard told me that the man really wanted to show me more than just the numbers I needed to pay Ella for the butterfly painting I got from her.I meant it when I said that I wanted to be her first client because I knew the second Ella realized the talent she had was magnificent she would start selling like a charm.I told the guard to let the man in so I would hear him out and then send him away as soon as possible so the three of us could get down to business.A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door, and one of the men I had left to look
I felt kisses all over my face.What a great way to wake up in the morning.I pealed my eyes open and glanced at my husband with a smile stretching my lips.Ah, the gorgeous smile on his face made me want to faint. I reached up and tapped my pointing finger on my lips, making Elijah chuckle.He leaned down to press his lips against mine, giving me a sweet good morning kiss."Good morning." He said after he pulled away."Good morning." I whispered in a very small voice.The smile that spread across his face was proof of how right my decision was to go through with the surgery Doctor Morgan recommended.Six months after our beautiful baby girls Violet and Rose had been born, I had decided that it was time for me to go through with the voice box treatment.As always, Elijah was super supportive, as were everyone else in the mansion.Doctor Morgan helped me with the preparations for the surgery while the doctor who would perform it flew in just for my treatment.The old doctor warned me th
I sat tense in the back seat of the car. Elijah had his arms around me as our driver drove us to the court house.Two and a half hours had passed since I helped my husband with his necktie, and the two of us left our mansion.We did eat out just like Elijah had promised we would. I was able to force myself to relax as I was sharing breakfast with my wonderful and attentive husband, but the second I realized that it was time for us to go to the court house, I started getting nervous again.Eating such a large portion of sweet pancakes and a full glass of milk might have been a big mistake because I felt like I was going to throw up.The feeling in my chest almost felt like I was on a scary ride at the amusement park that was shooting me up to the sky before I plummeted down to the ground and then back up to repeat the same process over and over again.It was a very sickening feeling, hence, the need to throw up."Just keep holding on to me, Love. I'm here for you." Elijah said, forcing
Ella Smith...I gently moved both of my hands over my belly, looking at the many flowers in the garden.I had a feeling of dread at the pit of my stomach at the thought of the events that are meant to take place on the very next day.It's been almost a month since Julia came to this mansion to speak to me, and ask to me drop the charges against Elizabeth. At that time, I had no idea what those charged against my twin sister were on the account of how distant and distraught I was for those days.Seeing my mother was extremely hard for me. And listening to her was ten times harder. When Elijah first told me that she was here and that he was having her sent away, something deep inside of me wanted to see her. Somehow, I just knew it would be the last time I would ever see my mother.I wanted to hear her out, not just to close a chapter in my life. There was a dumb hope in my chest that was telling me that my mother was here to apologize and maybe try to mend things. It was stupid
"Send that woman away." I ordered the new gate guard before I hung up the phone.I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. Ella never told me to do anything to her mother, so I wasn't sure how to approach this yet. Should I have Julia meet the same fate as her favorite daughter, or should I have her forced away from the city?With how deep in the ground the Williamson's name was, it wouldn't be that hard to deal with the very last Williamson left in this town.I heard a knock on my door, and I instantly knew it was Ella, on the accounts of how my door was open and Ella would knock to get my attention, while the rest would just call out to get my attention.I looked up and watched as she slowly walked in. I noticed her bump seemed slightly bigger than last week. She's growing every single day.I offered her my hand, which she took the second she was near me. "Who was that?" She signed once she settled on my lap. "You heard me?" I asked, to which she nodded her head. "Both
I stopped the car in front of the widely opened front door. The sky was starting to light up as it was close, or maybe even past five in the morning. I didn't even bother to cut the engine before I pushed the door open and stumbled out of the driver's seat.I ran to the front door and rushed into the hall.I had to stop at how metallic the air smelled. Bodies laid in front of me, some being moved by our men.Kevin was the first one who caught my eyes."What the heck happened here?" I yelled at him. "Elijah..." He called out, ready to explain why there were bodies in and out of the house. But I stopped him, understanding that I couldn't care less about the dead people."Where is my wife?" I quickly asked. In the split second Kevin remained silent, unimaginable thoughts started invading my mind. In that small second, it felt like my life had flashed before my eyes.Kevin sighed."She's in the hall to the dining room. She refused to leave. She's been there for a few hours now." Kevin
Elijah Smith...It was a blood bath.Starting from the point we discovered one of our men dead in the surveillance room, up to the point we fought our way out of the mansion, we were bathing with blood.My shoulder was killing me. I caught the bullet when we first came across the men in the surveillance room, and it was making fighting for our life ten tines harder than it needed to be.The entire Viper mansion was ringing with gun shots. I was concerned for Cane and Connor, as they were the closest to Elliot.Once we killed our way out of the mansion and back into the nasty exit, they stopped following us, which was why we had to get to the car fast so we would be able to return to the mansion to help the twins and the Vipers.All Victor wanted us to do was get his daughter out of the mansion in case he wanted to burn it down, his words, not mine.And we did just that. After taking the girl to our car, we left her there with the getaway driver and the man who was following us before
Ella Smith...Pain exploded on my shoulder. I instinctively dropped to the ground and reached out for my left shoulder.The bullet had grazed me, but it still forced tears to my eyes.I heard Detective Kevin cuss before he shot towards the direction the bullet came from.His gun only had two rounds left, and the second it stopped firing, he stood up to cover me with his body.More shots were fired, and I was afraid the detective might have taken them for me. But one looked over my shoulder, and I saw that the shots fired were coming from the stairs, and Dalinda was the one who had the gun in her hands this time."Get out of there." She called out as Milton rushed past her to help Detective Kevin and I to move to the stairs."Miles." The detective called out before he started running back to the sitting room.The split second we were all distracted, Elizabeth shot at us again.All of us dropped to the floor. Blood spilled down the stairs, and my eyes widened as I looked up to se
Elijah Smith...Cane decided to stay in the surveillance room to keep an eye on everyone, especially Connor and Elliot.I left two men with him and left the surveillance room with Dante and one other man, and we decided to go to the rotting rooms to find Victor's daughter. I shot him a text to let him know that our group was the closest to his daughter and that we were about to help her out, that was so he would be able to focuse on the real task at hand."You really believe this marriage will work?" I whispered to Dante as we started making our way through the halls."It better work. You two are expecting a kid now." Dante replied, forcing me to roll my eyes. "You know damn well whose marriage I'm talking about." I hissed at him."Trust me, Elijah. It will work." Dante finally replied before we came to a stop at a cornor.I looked down at my phone when a low buzz came from it and saw that there was a text from Cane."Two armed men coming your way." Was what Cane sent me.I showe
I didn't want to take my time to think about what I was going to do. I didn't want my hesitation to cost the kid his life.I quickly dropped my eyes to my phone."Miles is goig to the stirs." I wrote down with utmost speed, making spelling errors I couldn't care to check. It didn't matter if my spelling was wrong in the text. All that mattered was that the detective understood what I was trying to say.I looked at the box showing that sitting room. A small light came from the corner, and I could tell that it was the light from the detectives phone. I could see panic on his face when the light gave away his expression.He quickly sent me a text."Stop him." I didn't hesitate for another second.I looked up at the monitor to see where little Miles was. The second I saw that he was getting closer to the hall turning to the stairs, I rushed to the door. Shoving my phone back into my pants, I fumbled with the locks and pulled the door open before I ran to the door of the room.I rushed