I slept cuddled up in Elijah's arms, drowning in the warmth he provided. Being in his arms was something special, it felt like it was straight out of a fantasy book.His warm, scarred and tattoo covered skin engulfed me, and I wanted to be nowhere else but here next to him.I snuggled his chest more, unable to fall asleep after what he told me. The images of young Elijah kept playing in my head. I could almost heart the pain filled crys he must have let out. I could almost see the amount of tears that might have escaped his eyes and washed his cheeks.I could almost feel the deep resentment that had taken a deep root into his young soul and had refused to leave.All the anger and rage in him now made sense. I understood the looks that always swarmed his eyes.I remembered how awful he used to be, and how much he used to scare me with his mere presence. I realized that all of the hate he had harbored was not unfound. And all of the distrust in him was justified.The more I knew abou
A silent scream escaped my lips as I felt the man tangle his fingers through my hair and pulled me towards him.The dark figure quickly turned me around and grabbed my face with his other hand to take a look at me. The grip he had on my face was painful, and the gaze in his eyes was that of a mad man.He carefully looked at me before a huge smirk played at his lips."Found you!" He commented before he lifted his hand from my face and struck me with a hard slap that threw me to the floor of the dining room.I held on to my cheek as tears stung my eyes at the intensity of the slap."I would play with you for a little while but, I have places I need to be and a huge cash prize I need to receive." The man commented.I turned around and watched as he pulled his gun out and twisted a silencer over the muzzle. I quickly crawled backwards, trying to find cover from the man, but he slowly approached.It felt like he knew he had me right where he wanted me.I quickly got to my feet and turned a
Elijah Smith...I looked into the large dining room with my gun held up. My hands were slightly shaking as I recalled the sight of a man standing over my wife, with his gun pointed on her head.If I had been just a few seconds short, then my woman would have been dead by now. That asshole would have shot her on the head.I would have found her body covered with her own blood, and with a hole in her skull.No. I shook my head to get rid of the haunting image in mind, and dropped my hand to my side before I started walking towards the dining room.Cane covered me from behind, hiding behind the inside of the door with his guns in his hands.A few of our men quickly entered the dining room as well, and ran towards the hall leading in the garden.I walked past the long dining table and stopped when I reached my usual seat at the head of the table.I looked down and stared at Ella, who had her back pressed against the legs of the chair.My wife's eyes were wide open as she looked down
Ella Smith...I stayed frozen by the door with my hands still rested on the final lock I had to turn to fully secure the door of the third room.I kept my eyes planted on the many locks and tried to keep them away from my hands. I already knew what they were dipped in.My ten fingers, the webs between my fingers, and the entirety of my palm was completely dry. After I had wiped my hands on the front of my shirt to get rid of the blood, I had hoped that my hands would be clean. But of course, they weren't clean.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in through my nose and blew it out through my lips. Everything that had happened just a few minutes ago kept playing in my head.A shiver ran down my spine before it came back up to fill my head.I opened my eyes and turned to look at the six monitors. I have always wondered what was in this room, well, now I know.I stepped closer to the desk and slowly sat down on the chair. My shoulders were still shaking, as was my entire
Elijah Smith...I stared at Ella with wide eyes. Her own blue eyes jumped from one scene to the next, taking all the blood and chaos in.Her lips opened wide, and I wondered if she was trying to scream. She covered her mouth with her hand and turned around.I looked down at the man's ear pinched between my thumb and my forefinger. Cane was holding the man still and keeping his mouth covered. While I was slicing his right ear off for saying something that made my blood boil and my demons rise.I dropped the knife and part of the man's ear on the floor. My first instics was to scold her. Why doesn't this woman listen to me when I tell her to stay in the room?Instead of yelling at her and startling her even more, I decided to soften my tone. That conversation can wait, but I still needed to know what she was doing here."Ella?" I called out.I wanted to kick myself when I saw her shoulders immiedeatly tense."Ella, what are you doing here?" I asked in a calm voice, praying that
Ella Smith...I rocked myself back and forth while sitting on the chair in front of the monitor. My eyes were planted on the little box that showed a perfect view of the garden.I watched with burning eyes, wondering if Elijah would be fine out there all by himself. My eyes jumped to the monitor that showed what was happening in front of the room that leads in to the basement.The duct tape was still on the camera, preventing me from looking in to the basement. But the camera in the room that leads down to the basement still had a perfect view.I was glad to see that the large painting was back in place, hiding the door of the basement.I returned my eyes to the garden and watched as Elijah and Detective Kevin had a conversation. I really wished I would be able to listen to what they were talking about.Nerves were building in my chest, too scared that the determined detective might take my husband away from me."Don't worry, Ella," Cane commented as he stood behind me and look
I sat in the back seat of the car with Elijah beside me. He had his head turned towards the window of the door on his side, his eyes distantly watching the road.My right knee uncontrollably bounced up and down, and my eyes jumped from Elijah to Cane and then back to Elijah. Despite having too much on his mind, he still reached his left hand over and rested it on my knee, giving it a gentle squeeze.The look on his face when he accepted the call from the hospital kept popping in my head.The expression on his face was calm and still, and almost nonexsiting. But the gaze he had in his eyes was that of a haunted person's gaze."Hello... This is he." Elijah had answered after he picked the phone up and pressed it to his right ear."Yes." He had called out before that haunted gaze entered his eyes."Is that so? Alright, I'll be there." He'd commented before he hung up the phone."What was that?" I had signed, frightened by the gaze in his eyes.I recalled what Elijah said to me once he wa
I sat by Cilvia's bedside and looked down at her. With her eyes closed and the frown between her eyebrows gone, she looked quite peaceful.I let out a soft sigh before I looked towards the window where Elijah was standing next to Cane.The two were having a hushed conversation, and I could barely listen to what they were saying to each other. I looked back at Cilvia again. She was moved to a private hospital room after Cane made the request. The doctor came here to let us know that she was in a bad condition, but the surgery was successful, and they were able to save her.Elijah had wanted to take Cilvia out of the hospital and return home, claiming that Doctor Morgan would look after her. But thankfully, Cane was able to talk him out of it.It would not be right to take Cilvia to the mansion when it is washed with blood.A few minutes later, the door of the private room slid open, and I turned around just in time to see Dante walking in with another man following him from behind.I