"Follow me." He comments, stepping away from him. I raise a brow at his remark but refrain from pushing the issue. He leads me back to his office. I sit down on the chair in front of his desk as he reaches into the cabinet and pulls out a file. He hands it over to me tentatively. I can see the unease in his features as he reaches his hand out to pass the file to me."What's this." "The full story." He comments, allowing me to grab the file.I nod my head, not quite sure what all this is about but taking it nonetheless. I opened the folder and was surprised to see that the report seemed to be from multiple crime scenes. I don't quite understand what this has to do with anything. I look up at Hunter to see him looking at me with remorse. "What is this?" I ask, confused. Nothing seems at all familiar. However, one face does stand out. A boy that shares quite a lot of similarities with Tomás. But a much younger Tomás."Being born in Colombia is of no advantage. No one ever comes out say
Before I know it, I find myself back in bed with Hunter lying beside me. Though unlike before, it's not for sexual reasons. Neither of us planning on taking it further. Rather, I find myself smiling as Hunter pulls me close to him. He places my head on his arm, bringing my head towards his heart. I let the gentle lull of his heartbeat relax me to sleep. The feel of the warm sun wakes me up from my slumber. I hadn't even realized I had stayed the entire night with him. I feel Hunter's other arm wrapped tightly around me and snuggle closer to him. I would be lying if I said I didn't have the best sleep of my life. It was as though something inside of me was telling me that it was ok to give in to him. I bring my hand up and begin to trace the defined lines on his chest. "You're playing with fire, Mariposa." I hear him sleepily call out."Perhaps that's what excites me." I say as I continue to trace each of his abdominal muscles along the path of his v-line. Just as my hand goes lower
...Sienna POV...As promised, Hunter sent me the confirmation info for our date tomorrow night. The small act had my heart fluttering. I felt like a love-sick puppy. The smallest things reminded me of him, and I felt myself daydreaming about him as well. That was until I felt the harsh slap from Rylee. "Bubs? What's going on? Why are you so distracted all of a sudden?" Rylee asked, bringing me out of my trance."Sorry. I didn't mean it." I reply, not wanting to tell her the details at the moment. Rylee looked at me suspiciously, clearly seeing that I was up to something, but knew that I didn't want to talk about it."Whatever. Just get your head in the game. Tonight's important. We could end this tonight, so long as we pull it off." Rylee comments, making me realize how right she was. If I didn't get my mind focused, it could mean a life sentence in jail or worse. Rylee and I spent the rest of the morning going over the final details. Rylee went home after lunch so as not to make any
"What did I tell you?" I ask, smiling towards her once our favourite song finishes."I know... I know... You were right. Nothing bad was going to happen. It was just my nerves." She says, smiling at me.Just as I'm about to reach over and clasp her hand in mine, I notice car lights behind us."Hmm... That's weird." I remark."What is?" Rylee asks."I've just never seen anyone out here this late before. I guess I expected it to be abandoned tonight as well." I say, shrugging my shoulders. However, I can't help but feel my stomach drop. I'm not normally nervous. But for whatever reason, my nerves have gotten the better of me."I'm sure it's just someone that was forced to work a night shift or something." Rylee says in an attempt to calm my nerves. But for whatever reason, her words don't calm me. Rather they begin to have the opposite effect as the car begins to speed closer toward us."Ryles?" I say, focusing both on driving and the car lights behind me."Ya?" She responds, her fear n
My head was pounding. The incessant beeping wasn't helping either. My head felt so groggy. I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it, as the bright light in the room only increased the pain in my head. I controlled my breathing and worked on the techniques the doctors had shown me in the past. I knew it hurt, but I needed to figure out where I was. I opened my eyes once more, this time much more slowly. I looked around the room, searching for any clue as to where I was.My heart dropped at the realization. I was in pure hell, otherwise known as the hospital. It was a location I wish I could erase from my mind. I'd spent so much of my life here as it was. I resented having to come back here.I saw Maverick asleep on the chair next to my bed. I slowly reached over and tapped his hand, waking him up."Sienna?" Maverick said, groggily, slowly opening his eyes. "Mav? What's going on?" I ask, unsure as to why I was back in the hospital."Hold on. I'll get a nurse." Maverick says, quic
...Maverick POV...The moment Kieran stormed into my room in the middle of the night, I knew something bad had happened. But this was the absolute last thing I had expected to hear. Questions were running a mile a minute. Why was she even out that late at night? Why wasn't she home? Where was she?It seemed like with each new question, I would think of several more. None of this was making sense. But I knew no one else had the answers. We would have to wait to find out for ourselves. My dad had immediately found a location from her phone, so within seconds, we had all piled into a car and tracked her phone. Zander called the local authorities and response team and had them sent to her location as well. By the time we got there, the emergency response team had already arrived.My jaw dropped when I saw the scene. Trees and branches had been destroyed as it was clear a vehicle had gone off the road. There was broken metal and glass littering the side of the road. I walked over to the e
After the girls were pulled from the ravine, my dad immediately began to make a slew of calls. My dad wanted to be the one that told Rylee's parents about what had happened. He didn't want them to find out from anyone else. He also managed to take care of anything that they would need. Rylee was like a daughter to him as well. So he pledged to do everything and anything for Rylee's family. He made sure to take care of any funeral costs. He even hired a maid and a grief counsellor for them so that they could try to move on with their lives. My dad had also made some phone calls to the hospital and had Sienna moved to a more private wing of the hospital. Once word got out about this, the paparazzi would be relentless, trying to uncover what had happened. I couldn't deny that I shared the same interest. All of this was just so sudden. How could we go from our normal everyday lives to this? There was nothing that could be done to prepare someone for this. But at the same time, I couldn't
"What about it?" My dad asks, wondering why this should be alarming."We can't prove for certain, but we believe your daughter may have been involved with a heist, several actually." "Wait.. what?" What do you mean by that? And what could her coordinates do to prove such an atrocity?" I ask."From the information pulled from her car, we were able to pinpoint her involvement with some art that had gone missing.""What? What theft? Surely we would've heard something if there had been art stolen." My dad asked, seemingly irritated."That's true. However, whatever role your sister played in all of this, she managed to cover her tracks well. The art was never reported stolen, as even the owners were unaware of it.""That doesn't make sense. How could something be stolen if nothing was missing?" I ask, confused."My team followed your sisters' coordinates from the past few weeks. She seemed to make unusual trips to the art gallery and to a locker unit further down the road from where she w