Hazel POV
“I’m going”, I say to Elliot as he walks into the bedroom.
“Come here”, he says, grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards him as he wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me. I smile against his lips.
“I would love to stay and be fucked till Friday, but I need to go meet that asshole”, I say, and Elliot frowns, looking at me and pulling away from my lips.
“Way to push me away”, he says, walking back to the bathroom. These meetings are the only time I don’t go out with security. Hell, I go with them, but they are hidden. I walk to the dressing room, grab my shoes and walk out of the room. Spring is a beautiful time in New York; the flowers are booming, and people are much more receptive and in good spirits.
I decide to walk to the diner. Pavlov changes the meeting place every week
Elliot POV“I’m going”, Hazel says as I walk to the bathroom. I stop in my tracks and turn around, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards me. I wrap my arms around her waist and softly kiss her. She starts smiling against my lips, and I feel my stomach turn. I couldn’t be happier, but I have a terrible feeling that something is about to happen, and I don’t like this feeling.“I would love to stay and be fucked till Friday, but I need to go meet that asshole”, Hazel says, breaking away from me and tearing apart the spell she has me in. I frown as she mentions that fucker.“Way to push me away”, I let out under my breath, walking towards the bathroom. I turn the shower on, and I relax when the hot water hits my skin. I don’t like when I have these feelings. Some might say I am just paranoid and think that a storm is coming and my happiness won’t l
Hazel POV“Elliot?” I ask while Elliot grabs my hand and pulls me to the bedroom. He is behaving weirder than I thought he would. What is going on? I know it’s bad that Pavlov knows everything, but I also know he will keep me safe, and he won’t let Pavlov get to me. His phone keeps ringing, and he keeps ignoring it, and it’s freaking me out. I don’t know what is happening or why it’s happening, and I am not happy about this.“Pack a bag”, he says as I watch him walk. He looks frantic, and I have to say he is freaking me out, big time.“Elliot? Where are we going? What is going on? How did Pavlov find out?” I finally let out all the questions that keep running through my brain. I watch as he shakes his head, taking a deep breath.“I have no
Elliot POVHazel is getting dressed, and I watch her. I can’t believe I am doing this. I close my eyes for a few seconds, and when I open them, she is watching me.“Where are we going?”, she asks, walking to me, and I take one step back. Her eyes locked on mine as she frowned. I lick my lips, gaining the courage to spill the beans. I can’t believe I am about to do this. How am I going to tell her she is leaving, she is leaving, and she will never see me again?“You’re going somewhere safe”, I say, walking past her and grabbing her suitcase. She grabs my arm as I walk past her, and she stops me. I keep my back turned to her.“Don’t you do this to me? Look at me”, she says, and I look down, taking a deep breath and putting her suitcase down. I turn around to face her and she takes one step closer to me.
Hazel POV “When am I going to be able to call Elliot?”, I ask Edgar and he looks at me with the kindest eyes I have ever seen. He is a lovely man but quiet. I barely speak to him. I spend most of my days sitting outside in the garden reading. I can’t believe it’s been two weeks since I left New York, and I never thought I would miss it this much. As he has no answers for me, I walk into the small kitchen and pour myself a cup of coffee. I rest my hands on the counter in front of me, and I look at the beach in front of me. The sunset is beautiful. I grab my coffee and put on a cardigan before walking outside into the garden. I wrap myself in the jacket and walk down the small path to the private beach that is at the end. I sit on the sand and dig my feet in the warm sand. The sun is just setting, but it has been a warm day. The sand is nice and warm. I close my ey
Elliot POV “It’s been one month, and we are exactly in the fucking same position we were before. I can’t do this anymore, and I need to have her by my side”, I say as Killian and Theo look at the screen of their laptops. I just sent them the threat that Pavlov sent us. He has been taking down all of our small businesses, small fires, robberies, he is taking our money flow down, and Killian is about to have a fucking heart attack. We know he has helped, and we know who is helping him, but we can’t get to them. “I should’ve killed him whenever I had the chance”, I let out, and Kill’s eyes meet mine as he sits back on his chair and shakes his head as he strokes his long beard. “Problem is the fucking deal”, he says, and I take a deep breath. I hate that fucking deal. “That’s bullshit, and you know it. Don’t you think he would put a bullet in any of o
Hazel POV “Dinner is ready, dear”, Mrs Amber says, and I smile at the thought of her food. She is a great cook, and I have been eating a lot these past couple of days. The food she makes is divine, and anyone that doesn’t think the same way would be crazy to think that. “Coming”, I reply from inside my room. The door is closed, but I know she left because I can’t see her shadow under the door. I can only see the bright light from the corridor. Since we moved to this new location, I haven’t seen Edgar at all, and it’s just Mrs Amber and me. There’s security, but they don’t come inside the house. This house is a lot smaller and not as good as the previous one, and I have no clue where we are. I was told that it was for my safety. I open the door and walk down the corridor into the kitchen, and I smile as soon as the smell hits my nostrils. This is amazing. My mouth starts watering straight away.
Hazel POV “Give me the phone”, I say, and he looks at my hand and shakes his head, “I am not messing around now, give the phone. I will deal with the consequences with Elliot, now give me the phone and let me talk to him”, I say, and Edgar shakes his head again and when I reach for his pocket his hand comes flying against my face. I take a few steps back in shock, with my hand covering the place where he smacked me. It burns, and I feel tears threatening to spill. “Elliot will hear about this”, I threaten him, and he shrugs his shoulder. “As if he could do anything”, he says, and I frown, watching him unlock the front door and walk out of the house, again leaving me locked in here. What does he mean by that? I walk to the door and try the handle, and it’s locked. I look around, and I finally start to realise that there’s something seriously wrong here. What the hell is going on? I walk to the ki
Elliot POV “FUCK”, I shout, throwing my iPad against the wall. I hear the screen shatter when it hits the wall and falls on the floor. Theo is standing next to me as I start to pace around. I can’t believe this is happening. I have no clue where Hazel is, and that is driving me insane. I am not able to eat or sleep. I need to find her or I am going to go insane, I will lose my shit, and I will turn the fucking world upside down. I’ll end everyone’s lives until Hazel is the last one standing. “You need to calm down”, Theo says, and I look at him in the eyes, and immediately he raises both his hands, apologising. “I know it's difficult, but destroying your iPad and your computer won’t fucking help”, he says, and I flip him off, walking out of the office. I walk down the corridors until I reach the garden at the back of the house. Killian is standing in the middle with a cigar between his lips. I see red, and I fl