Guys, I know that my court depictions are far from accurate but please bear with me😂. Thank you for coming this far!
GYPSY'S POV“You can't let them take me away, you brat! I am your mother!” Linda yells, thrashing her body violently as she is dragged away by two police officers.A tear slips from my eyes as I watch her being taken away. I wish things had been different. I wish my mother had loved and supported me from the very start. My life would've been so different.But this is for the best. After five years, I'm finally getting justice for what Patrick did to me. Maybe the time in jail will make Linda reflect on what a shitty mother she was.“We did it, Gypsy! We did it. Congratulations.” Saenz voice draws me from my thoughts.Wiping the tears away, I allow the first trickle of excitement to seep through me. “Yes, we did! Thank you so much.” I pull Saenz into a hug to show my appreciation.I did it. I won. Patrick can't take my son away from me any longer. In fact he's going to be away for a long time.Over Saenz's shoulders I notice Aunt Helena coming towards me. I quickly pull away from Saenz
GYPSY'S POVGrabbing the rest of my dresses from the closet, I stuff them in my suitcase which is on the bed. My chest is heavy, as if a thousand weights are pressing on it, making breathing a not-so-easy task.I've just returned from spending the whole day with my son at Mrs. Mehra's house. The only reason I didn't bring him back is because Mrs. Mehra thinks Enzo and me are still in the honeymoon phase and wouldn't allow it.I smile, recalling how annoyed Zeke got when I kept being all affectionate with him, being all touchy and kissy. He's used to me being affectionate but I guess I confused him today because I did it too much. If only he knew that he was almost taken away from me.And when he kissed me on the forehead, looked me in the eyes, and told me that he loved me very much, I nearly broke down in front of him. And now I'm more sure than ever that I will die if anything happens to him.That's why I've come to a decision: I'm going to disappear with my son.Falcon doesn't kn
GYPSY'S POVSeveral seconds after our wild romp, my breath starts evening out though my lungs still feel a bit choppy. Despite how sated I am, I can't help the fear that streaks through my veins every other second.The fear that Enzo is going to get off me any moment from now and tell me to get the hell out of his apartment, that he'd only wanted to fuck me one last time.But that doesn't happen. Instead, Enzo wraps his arms around me and turns us on the bed so that I'm now on top of him. He doesn't pull his semi-erect dick out of me, leaving our bodies connected.I place my head on his chest, the sound of his rapidly beating heart soothing my anxiety.“What changed?” I raise my head to look at his face, finally asking the question on my mind.“I spoke to Dante.” Enzo answers. “He explained everything to me.”I nod even though I'm a bit surprised. “He's a good person.” I say.“I'm sorry, princess.” Enzo begins to say. “I'm so fucking sorry for being so unfair to you and not giving you
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I assure you that this crisis we're experiencing is only temporary and is going to disappear as quickly as it appeared. Please excuse me. This meeting is over.”Enzo gave a curt nod to the board members before walking out of the board meeting room, letting out an exhausted sigh as he stepped outside. He hated these kinds of meetings. Even though he was the majority share holder with 80% shares, he still had to explain things and give assurance to other members of the board and investors.But of course he couldn't tell them that he knew the real cause of the crisis they were experiencing.They would want to take action, and he knew that there was no way they'll understand Gypsy and why she had to do it.Speaking of whom, he was missing her like hell. Leaving her side a few hours ago for this board meeting had been a hellish decision to make. He'd almost cancelled at the last minute until Gypsy had told him to go ahead.He couldn't wait to get back to her side. N
GYPSY'S POV“I knew you wouldn't fail the Indian, Gypsy. You have too much of a good heart.”I glare hard at the man I hate more than anything else in the world as his guards drag me into his study room.Falcon has his disgusting cynical smile on his face, and all I want to do is wipe it away with my fist by slamming it against his mouth.Oh God I hate him.“Knees, Gypsy. On your knees.” He commands, walking towards me.I only glare back at him. No way I'm going back to worshipping him like some dog.He takes me by surprise by slamming the back of his hand against my face, tossing my head violently to the side. “I said on your knees, Gypsy. Don't make me repeat myself.” The smile stays intact on his face despite the warning in his voice.I slowly look back at him, my cheek burning, my whole body burning with a useless rage. Conceding, I drop down to my knees in front of him just the way he wants it.I'll gladly do it, if only to make him let Mrs. Mehra leave.“You didn't have to brin
It's been two days. Two fucking days since Falcon took Gypsy. Two fucking days of lying to Purab and Zeke that their mothers were okay. Two fucking days of living with an anguish I never imagined I could feel. And still no phone call from Falcon or anything.I'm trying to listen to Dante and stick to the plan but it's becoming harder to hold myself back from storming into Falcon's Casino and getting myself killed.Especially when it's more than obvious that he isn't keeping Gypsy at that Casino.I feel my phone chime with a notification. Lightening up the screen, I see that I've been sent a picture by an unknown number.Once I unlock my phone, every cell in my body tenses up as I look at the picture sent to me by the unknown number.It's a picture of Gypsy chained in a chair, blood sliding down her chin.“What is it, Enzo?” Dante springs up from the couch to whip the phone out of my hand.“Fuck!” He stares at the picture with anger burning in his eyes.“I'm going to kill him. I'm fuc
The feel of ice cold water being thrown in my face snaps me out of unconsciousness. Groaning, I open my eyes to find a thug-looking guy holding a bucket in front of me.Behind him is the man I hate more than anything else. I instantly want to get up and beat the shit out of him but realize that my hands and feet are shackled to the chair when I try to get up.I try some more to free my hand.“You should be smart enough to know that that's fruitless.” Falcon's voice is filled with so much humour that someone who doesn't know anything about this will think that we're friends playing some kind of twisted game.“You fucking bastard. Where the fuck is my wife?”Falcon laughs. “Aww, don't worry, pretty boy. Your little 'wife' is fine. For now.”I growl, thrashing my body again in hopes of freeing myself.“Your days are numbered, Falcon.” I seethe. “I'm going to kill you with my own bare hands.”Instead of being afraid or pissed off, a huge grin appears on his face. Obviously he has the upp
Before I can protest, I'm dragged outside harshly, my bare feet hurting from the gravels I'm made to walk down. I wince. After walking for what seemed like eternity through endless tunnels and tunnels, we stop.I look up, taking in my surrounding. We are in some kind of hall which is just as dark as the room Falcon had locked me up in. It's some kind of dungeon.But that's not what caught my attention. I grimace. Everyone is awake. The entire dungeon is packed, filled with people. Several guards, and skimpily dressed ladies who look like this is the last place they want to be at.It's obvious that the women are Falcon's other slaves. Women who are made to do despicable things against their will.My blood boils as I scan their faces. Today I'm going to get justice for all of them.The large dungeon is full of people and the only empty place was where I now stood, right in the center. I don't know what Falcon is planning to do to me, and neither do I know where Gypsy and Mrs. Mehra are.