Elijah Smith...I stood in our warehouse with Dante and Cane, looking at the new weapons we successfully brought in without the Viper's stealing it from us like last time.This time around, Dante kept the date and details of the shipments between the four of us, including myself, Dante, Cane and Harvey, and it safely came to us. That made us realize that there was a rat that sold us out to the Vipers.That kind of rat will not hesitate to sale us out to the cops to save his own life.I shoved my left hand in to my pants pocket and felt the flash in my hand.I glanced at Cane for a split second, remembering the short conversation we had before I went to my room to change and get help with my tie from my wife.Cane, the mad genius, went to the Williamson's Mansion earlier after I'd seen him in the garden with Ella and hacked their system to retrieve recording of the last two days.He went through the hours and hours of camera feeds until he got what he wanted. Cane, just like me, really
Ella Williamson...I woke up early this morning, too excited to want to sleep in because of what Elijah said the previous night before he warped his arm around me.I woke up with his arm still over my waist and my back still pressed to his firm chest.I have to say, waking up in his arms was quite incredible. It made me realize how much I've started to hate waking up alone in bed.I stayed still in his arms for a few minutes, just wondering how this man was able to fright me and make me feel like I was right where I belonged all at the same time.The feeling felt toxic yet so... Addictive.When I came back to my senses, I slowly tried to slide out of his grip, but a short silent gasp escaped my lips when I felt him tighten his arm.Elijah pulled me even closer, leaving absolutely no scape between his body and mine.My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was getting these stomach flipping feelings. I refused to acknowledge that they were butterflies.My eyes slightly widened when I
Elijah Smith... I called Cane again and pressed the phone to my left ear after Ella left. I ignored Cilvia's unwanted presence in my study as I looked down at the black flash on my desk. I almost gave Ella the flash this morning, but something stopped me. "You hung up!" Cane stated in an annoyed tone. "I sure did." I replied. "I had plans I wanted to get to. What were you saying?" Cane signed before he carried on to explain. "I've already distributed half of the weapons but I got a text from an anonymous number, saying that they ..." I frowned when Cane hesitated. "They what, Cane?" I asked. "They said that they might know where my brother is and... That they would send me the location as long as I give them details of the rest of my deliveries." He replied, making me frown even more. "Are your serious?" "Yes." Cane replied, once again annoyed at me. Cane was assigned just last night, but the second he made his first delivery, words of him being in charge might have made
Ella Williamson...My head was pounding when I gained consciousness. A soft mattress laid beneath me, supporting my weight and making me feel like I was sleeping on a cloud.My entire body felt sore and my eyelids refused to open.I felt a hand on mine, gently giving my fingers a squeeze and whispering something.I couldn't understand what the muffled voice was saying.After an exhausting minute or two, I finally cracked my eyelids open, only to close them back when a sudden light attacked my eyes.I blinked my eyes several times before they adjusted to the bright light surrounding me.I let out a laboured breath as I moved my eyes around. The first thing I saw was a man's face hovering over my own, looking down at me with worry."Ella..." A soft, muffled voice entered my ears but I couldn't quite place the voice to a person.The warm hand never left mine until I tried to figure out who the blurry face and muffled voice belonged to."Ella?" The voice called out again.My blurry vis
Elijah Smith...It took me an entire hour to get from the intersection where the accident happened to the hospital Piglet and his partner took my wife to.The entire drive there, I was fuming. The image of my wife in her bloody dress kept popping in my head. This morning when she came to my study, I was taken back by her beauty. She looked so elegant with her long dress and her silver blond hair tied on top of her head.The sight of her was so mesmerizing that I almost dropped everything I needed to do and went with her.Seeing her in her blood socked dress and unconscious truly messed with me.The traffic didn't help either.By the time I got to the hospital, I was agitated. When I got out of my car, I saw Piglet's partner standing by their car, leaning on the side door with a cigarette between his fingers.The second he saw me, the detective narrowed his eyes at me. Without saying a word, I walked past the detective and made my way in to the hospital. After asking the nurse a
I held on to the steering wheel as tight as I could, trying to keep my focus on the road instead of the woman sitting next to me.I kept my eyes to myself until we reached a red light. Once I stopped the car, I finally allowed my eyes to move to her.Ella was sitting with her arms wrapped around herself. Her small figure was swimming in my suit jacket.The image of the scars on her skin popped in my head, forcing me to quickly move my eyes away from her.My hands tightened around the steering wheel to the point that my knuckles turned white.I wanted to know what happened to her. I wanted to know who gave her those scars. I wanted to know who stole her voice from her.When the light turned green, I drove past it and carried on to the Mansion.The second I'd made it in to my car, I'd called Dante to send Doctor Morgan to my place. Because Dante was a safety freak, he was the only one who knew how to contact the old doctor.If someone needed the doctor after a sudden attack and Dante wa
Ella Williamson...I sat on top of the covers with my back pressed against the headboard and watched the old man look through his suitcase."How are you feeling, Mrs. Smith?" The old man asked.It still felt weird to be called by Elijah's last name.When I didn't give the old man a reply, he turned his eyes to me."Mrs. Smith?" The doctor called out again and I nodded my head.The old man pushed his large glasses up the bridge of his nose with his pointing finger before he stepped closer to the bed.For the next hour, the old man examined every single cut and every single bruise. He took the order Elijah gave seriously and made sure that there was nothing seriously wrong with me." Your cuts will heal and your bruises will go away on there own." The doctor commented. "You don't seem to have any broken bones, which is a miracle. I saw the car you were in and I was very worried you might be in a bad condition." He added.I nodded my head again."You're going to need a lot of rest
Elijah Smith...I turned the lights on and looked at the closed door of the bathroom. The fact that I couldn't listen or see what was happening in the bathroom bothered me.I glanced at the third door in my room, wondering if I should go in and check on Ella through the cameras.The one thing that was stopping me was the conversation I had with Doctor Morgan.After the old man did his check up on my wife, most of what he said was positive. He advised that she should rest and take more fluids, and he also advised me to take good care of my wife.But most of all, his comment on her scars were what kept popping in to my head the rest of the day."If I may add a few things about your wife..." Doctor Morgan had commented after he gave me a clear report of my wife's condition. "Is the scar on her neck a reason why she doesn't speak?" His question was raised after finding out that my wife was a mute."It could be." Was the reply I chose to give the old man.Doctor Morgan went deep in his