Lauren's POV “Conrad, don’t!” I called out sharply, trying hard to grab a hold of his hand before he could reach Jameson and make things even worse. I was too late. His hand slipped out of mine and he was now punching his father on the face. “Where is uncle Damien!?” He demanded, punching Jameson in the face one more time for good measure. “What…” Jameson looked in my direction as he trailed off, finally coming to terms with the fact that I had told Conrad the truth. “What have you done?!” He headed in my direction as he asked the question, bucking as if he wanted to hit me. Before he could reach me, though, Conrad stopped in front of me and stared at his father. “You haven’t given me an answer to my question. I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but your reaction tells me that she was right. You killed him,” Conrad said the last few words with a broken voice. He was hurt, and I looked at Jameson to figure out if he felt anything at all about
Lauren's POV “Damien?” I said into the phone, and this was enough for the entire room to go silent as they looked at me in confusion and tried to find out if I was really talking to Damien over the phone. “Lauren, where are you? If you’re with Jameson, I need you to get out of there,” he instructed me. I knew just how bad things could get and how bad they had gotten in the past when I didn’t listen to him. This time, I was not going to take any chances. And I sure as hell would not let Shirley go down as well. “we need to leave,” I said as I turned to her, my heart pounding hard and fast in my chest as she got off the couch and approached me, confused. “Who are you with? Where are you? You have to tell me immediately,” Damien said on the other side of the phone as I grabbed Shirley by the hand. She looked at me, obviously scared, but I blinked at her to assure her that everything was going to be fine. “Conrad’s house,” I responded. As I he
Lauren's POV The screech of tires and the deafening crunch of metal hit me like a dreadful punch in the gut. One second, I was gripping the edge of my seat as Damien’s driver drove us toward safety, and the next, our car was spinning out of control, thrown off course by the violent impact. My heart pounded in my ears as I tried to make sense of the chaos through Shirley’s terrified screams. “What the hell just happened?!” Conrad’s voice was tense, his words tinged with panic. The car finally came to a halt with smoke seeping through the hood. I could hear Shirley’s soft whimper beside Conrad as he held her and tried to keep her grounded, a quiet sound that cut through the loud ringing in my ears. Before I could fully register what had happened, the doors of the car that had hit us flew open, and men spilled out, their footsteps heavy and fast as they approached us. My breath caught in my throat as I noticed the glint of metal in their hands—guns. They were clo
Lauren's POV “What do you suggest we do about this?” Conrad asked, staring at Damien. It was evident, the fear looming in the car and hovering above us after the phone call from Matteo. It was no use trying to hide it. The situation was terrifying. Damien grinded his teeth as the doctor cleaned the wound in his back, unable to give an answer to Conrad even if he wanted to. “We should all run away,” Shirley suggested, making us all turn heads in her direction as she continued. “How long and how far is this man willing to pursue us! If we all go to separate places—me and Conrad, then you and Lauren—he wouldn’t even know the people he wants to go for.” In response, Damien sighed and shook his head. “I wish things were really that easy, Shirley. That family is unhinged, if I do say so myself since I know what kind of a person my brother is. Matteo will stop at nothing to get his revenge. There is no running away.” “Besides,” he continued after a moment of tense
Lauren's POV I opened my eyes to find it dark outside. My head was brewing with a mild ache that seemed to get worse as I sat up to an empty bed. With a frown, I looked around at the bedroom one more time to find Damien, but he was obviously not there. “Have you seen Damien?” I asked as soon as I saw Shirley in the hallway walking towards the stairs. “We had lunch together. I think he’s in the garden with Conrad,” she answered. With a nod, I walked down the stairs with her and into the garden at the back of the house. Conrad and Damien stopped talking as they looked up and found me approaching. “I slept in so late,” I said, sitting beside Damien. “I missed lunch.” “If you’re hungry, I can get the chef to make something for you. I had the staff come over here to work,” Damien announced. I shook my head in response. “I’m not very hungry, honestly,” I said. As we all sat there, I couldn’t help but notice how neither of them had said a
Lauren's POV Shirley’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she stared at me in disbelief after my confession of wanting to see Matteo alone. “Lauren, are you out of your mind!?” She yelled, her sharp voice cutting through the tense air around us. “Why on earth would you even think about doing that? I might not know him, but I know he’s dangerous, and I’m sure you know it too. He’s not someone you just walk up to and strike up some conversation with.” I felt the every single word she said and how true they were, but I couldn’t back down. I couldn’t let fear dictate my actions. “I might not have met him as well, but I know exactly what kind of person Matteo is, Shirley. Yes, he’s a dangerous man. But that’s precisely why I need to do this.” My voice was steadier than I felt inside. “The only way to get off his list of people to hurt is to head straight for him and come to an agreement. If we wait around, doing nothing, he’ll come for us when we least expect
Lauren's POV My palms tightened around the steering wheel as I pulled over in the parking lot of the restaurant. The sign above the entrance glowed faintly in the night, welcoming all. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of fear and determination coursing through my veins. “This is it, Lauren,” I quietly whispered to myself. “There’s no turning back now.” It all seemed quiet, a little too quiet since it wasn’t even past midnight just yet. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the car, the cool night air sending a shiver down my spine. My footsteps echoed softly as I made my way to the entrance. The door barely made a sound as I pushed it open, the warm light inside an opposite of the darkness outside. My eyes soon adjusted to the dim lighting. The restaurant was nearly empty, making me feel uneasy. My gaze landed on a couple seated at a corner of the restaurant, and relief washed over me at the fact that I wasn’t completely alone. If things went so
Lauren's POV As I sat across from Matteo, the phone pressed tightly to my ear, the detective’s presence accompanied by the last words he had told me lingering in the air. There was a high possibility that the man seated in front of me was my mother’s killer. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady and avoid sending any hints to Matteo. There was a pause on the other end, the kind that made me want to fill it with more questions that the detective probably didn’t have answers for. “It’s what our suspect claimed, Mrs. Goldberg. But we’re not fully certain yet. We’re going to bring Matteo in for questioning first thing tomorrow morning.” My grip on the phone tightened as I glanced up at Matteo. He was watching me, his lips curling into a mocking smile that made my stomach turn. I tried everything I could to keep my expression neutral, nodding as if the detective could see me. “Okay, thank you for letting me know. Pl