Noah stopped the car in front of the house. For the first time, he felt too concerned to peek at the man in the back seat.From the rearview mirror, he could see him; his face raised to the car's roof, eyes half opened. Time and again, he would blink, possibly still knocked out of breath from their visit to the school with the police.It was there he knew. It was there he understood; this was when being an assistant came in, for slowly, he saw a grown man break into pieces he knew would be hard to pull back in.Right there, on that field, the Boss, who had always been one to control his emotions, struggled for everything, including breath, and there, Noah had kicked every thought of what people would think and stayed by his side.He asked the questions because Nico couldn't find his words, face buried into palms, muttering things he couldn't make out over and over again, and that there was no information, no witness who had spotted the kids being whisked away in a crowded environment
The office was quiet, and while Noah had his back against the wall, the only sound in the room was the noise of Nico's footsteps pacing from end to end, glancing at the phone more times than he breathed. It had been over thirty minutes since they arrived, waiting for the phone to ring againWas the call a prank? Had he somehow raised a false alarm? He hoped not, for Nico was already at his wit's end. He wished the man would grab a seat, for his continuous movement was making him dizzy to the point he had to rub his eyes to focus."Boss, grab a seat; your pacing is helping nothing. You know, right?" Noah suggested.To his surprise, Nico stopped, but his eyes remained fixed on the desk, waiting for the next ring to tell them what they were in for. Hopefully, a ransom. If it was, there was no problem; the kids had a chance."What did the caller say?" Nico's voice cut through his thoughts, and when he looked back up, the President was close to the table before the phone, his finger drummi
He waited in the car.Time and again, he glanced at his watch and peered down at the bag on the seat next to him—another risk he had taken.The risk the mysterious voice had told him to take.Being in this secluded place, knowing if anything went wrong, he was as good as dead, if not even dead, should have told him the demand held hidden motives. But how was he to care? It was just sums, a lot of them, taken from the bank at the last minute.If the abductors were willing to trade the children's life for money, that was the least of his expectations, and although it smelled fishy and maybe even too good to be true, he would try his luck.Still in the clothes he had worn the night before, a few buttons open to curb the heat he was feeling despite the raging cold in the car, he had waited at this spot for almost two hours.It was thirty minutes past the intended schedule, and he had received no call yet."What if this is a lie," Noah said behind him in the passenger seat, "What if he doe
The gunshot rang out.The numbness got to him first, blood running cold in seconds. He was dying; did it mean he could never have gotten to them in the first place?Did it mean he was never all that in the first place? Parading himself as steel when he was just a helpless who had left home to search for approval?It was a wonder how death had him facing the truth, the last seconds of his life replaying his time on earth, which was all useless.But wait a minute, was death this painless? Why was it taking so long to slump down and give it all up?All thoughts.Until he heard the body drop in a noisy heap behind him. And when his brows creased out of sheer habit... Could it be?He heard the wince and the painful howl, and when Nico turned to see the man sprawled, writhing on the ground in pain, he squinted, at the same time frowning.Was he... Was he alive?And HOW?!"SO..." He heard the yell from the other side, and when he turned to the building window, where he had spotted shadows, t
"Get out, Nikolai"It wasn't less than what he expected; being stared down and knowing there was absolutely nothing he could do about it was... Damaging. Finishing the dignity he had left.But he didn't need that now, didn't need the pride he always held, he needed Zayne, he needed his kids back.Using the back of his hand, Zayne wiped a smudged stain on his face, "There is no reason why you should be here; we had that talk the last time, except you're here to pull the trigger; anything else you should leave."In a normal circumstance, if he had somewhere else to go to, if his kids weren't abducted, then maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be here, so shutting his eyes, he forced the word out, "I need your help, I wouldn't be here if I didn't."Zayne smirked, "No Nikolai, you can't need my help now; it's me, Zayne, the dude you chose Alexa over" he laughed, stretching his hand out and dropping it down lazily, "Let's be real here, that shit doesn't work that way,"Nikolai clenched his fists
There was only one reason she was in the passenger seat of a car, to a place to be close to a person she wanted off the face of the earth, but for the first time in her life also, she wasn't afraid. Instead, maybe she was a little scared for him.Judging from their last conversation over the phone, he knew what he was signing up for when he invited her over; he should know how crazy she had gotten after the last few days.Buttoning up her red trench coat she had yanked out of her wardrobe, she shut her eyes, revising if what she was about to do would be suitable for her already soiled reputation.But then... The car stopped, and when she opened her eyes, she was in front of the hotel, the last place she had been in, the place he had her watched, the place she had broken free of him."Madam, are you sure you don't want me going in with you," The driver gave her both concerned and suspicious glances."Wait here; I'll be out in a minute."But then fuck that, who needs reputation when you
[NICO]Standing before her, watching the excitement fade off her countenance, he had thought he was ready for it, but seeing her now and how she crashed, he knew he wasn't.Though she appeared dressed for bed, he knew she didn't intend to sleep. Damon, who had been standing behind her, safeguarding her privacy, had stepped out of the room, leaving them alone as his phone rang."What did you say?"What was he to do? Hold her? Keep lying that he had everything under control when he didn't? Zayne had forced him to see the truth of what he was."He won't do that" She shook her head in disbelief, walking past him and seeing her hurry towards the bar to grab a glass; he didn't want to know what her inner turmoil would be like.He followed her, and reaching the mini bar, he saw her gulping the contents straight from the bottle, dumping a mouthful into her mouth; she clutched at the neck of the bottle, breathing hard.He knew a panic attack when he saw one.So racing till he was in front of
ELENA'S POVI didn't mean to spew out everything I felt inside like I had done, but after years of holding it in, after years of being neglected, I finally reached a breaking point.Not to mention the terror that had gotten me good. The thoughts that I'd never see my kids again.Zayne had been my last resort after his promise to help in any way he could, even to the detriment of his brother, had spiked my hope and kept me going, but now that his response was negative, willing to let my kids go to waste, all because of a years-long rift, I felt my will to live slowly drain.I wished I could close my eyes, and when I opened them again, Mia and Matteo would be right in front of me, asking me why I had been sleeping for so long. This was a nightmare I wanted to get out of.Added to the fact I was suddenly feeling sick all day long, feeling the puke up in my throat, I lay still at my side, hugging the picture to my chest and breathing slowly to keep it at bay. And to think gulping down boo