Alvin's POV When we heard the gunshot, Nora froze in her spot and I drew her into my embrace. David was looking at the other side of the road where the possible shooters were. His hesitation to move more from shock than fear. I couldn't blame him. He probably thought the shooters were after him because he was a celebrity. David's bodyguard had all dispersed from the building after Nora came back to meet them outside the room, thus he didn't have any protection from harm now. I suddenly held Nora's hands in mine and started to go back into the club with her, but the stubborn lady was restraining and even fingered my hands. “Nora, are you out of your mind?!“ I asked her, my voice wavering in anger. Even if she wasn't on good terms with me. Is this the right time to show it? “No I'm not,” she replied. “We don't know who they came for, so I'm gonna see myself. And David is still out there.“ We were both just at the open entrance to the club, and we were behind the doors so
Catherine's P.O.V I was outside the house, sunbathing on a rocking chair with my sunglasses on. I could hear the low chirping of birds in the tall trees at the end of the street. The breeze was cool and just perfect enough for every normal September. The only clothes I had on were some short revealing tops and an equally short Khaki pants which stopped just below my buttocks. I was comfortable with the way I rested my back—more comfortable than all my life put together. But something was bothering me. I had gone on a short work tour to Hollywood to discuss my starring in a new Reality TV show last night but came back to see the house empty. I knocked on Nora's door and eventually went into her room since it wasn't locked but I couldn't find her. Something in my mind told me her sudden change of attitude was because of the woman who visited—a woman who was supposed to be “her mother” by the way. There was something strange going on that I couldn't put my fingers on. Nora clear
Author's POV The stench of burning cigarettes woke Nora up. She squinted her eyes and was in the process of using her hands to rub them when she discovered it was tied to a chair. Again! Nora began to panic. She wasn't in a dark black room now. The room she was in had sunshine coming in through an open window, and it was medium in size and smelt normal—not like the last one she'd been in. She looked below her and saw she was still wearing the red gown. Her purse wasn't in the room, though. And so was Alvin. Did they take him to a different room? Nora wondered. But that was definitely not the right thing to worry about now. Alvin could fend for himself. The only thing that scared Nora was that she wasn't sure if it was Darkie that abducted her this time—it might really be Raven. The hair on her flesh rose at the thought, and she felt chills on her skin. If eventually it turned out to be Raven who had come for her this time, he most certainly wouldn't spare Alvin. And Nora di
They finally got to their destination and Nora couldn't help but gasp when she saw Alvin was kneeling on the ground. They were under a large and empty car canopy near a swimming pool at the front of the house which Nora had earlier discovered to not just be a normal house but a pineapple themed villa. Mr Miller was sitting on an expensive looking chair coated with gold. He had a big cigar in his mouth and the expression on his face didn't look happy at all. Alvin on the other one was still masked to the disappointment of Nora—she had secretly hoped the mask would be off his face by now. His hands were behind his back, and he briefly turned to look at Nora as they approached the canopy. Nora was trying really hard not to start shouting. She was only bearing this because she still had some patience left in her. There were more than a million people in the world who would have started a meanliness fight and even reported to the police that a bunch of weird guys always wearing
Nora's POV I was silenced by Mr Miller's question. I started to nervously scratch my skin with my fingers as I looked at him eye to eye. But eventually, I realised that he'd see through me if I didn't stop so I diverted from his gaze and looked at Alvin. For the first time since I met him; this was the time I really wished I could see his face. I needed to know what he was thinking—just seeing the emptiness in his eyes and the sad way he curled his lips was not enough for me. Maybe I'd have known how to handle his father if I could see his face. I don't know why I'm so convinced that Mr Miller purposely asked this question. He knew what he was doing; and I couldn't shake the fact that he might really be the “Don Miller” I think he is. I remember the countless times my father forced me to attend his meeting with every member of the Scorpion Mafia family and I can still recall him talking about Andrew Miller, the leader and Don of the Black Mamba mafia family. There was also a day
Nora's POV I woke up to a slight pain in my head. My hands moved on the bed with closed eyes to find my phone. But the texture of the bed sheets made me realise too soon that it wasn't the one on my bed. I carefully opened my eyes, and for a second thought I was dreaming. I was on top of a king size bed in a room as large as our whole house. There were thick and expensive-looking curtains covering the windows, a castle chandelier, some chairs and some other things. The room smelt of wealth, and for a second I wished it was my house in heaven. Getting off the bed and sitting at the edge; I closed my eyes for a while and remembered everything that happened in an instant. “I must have passed out… again,” I said to myself, standing up. Once again, I knew the right thing to do was going to the room's door and bursting it out before Alvin came to stop me from going—but I was tired of that. What am I going to do at home, anyways? Go and cry at my misfortune? Or mourn the fact that I h
Author's POV The night was cool and peaceful, and the only sounds being heard was from nature and the busy roads of Los Angeles. Nora was in the room she had woken up in. She was sitting on the bed and looking up to the ceiling since she couldn't sleep a wink. She was wearing a nightgown now—one that a smiling maid who introduced herself as Madam Maris had given her. Nora had learnt that she was the woman in charge of all Alvin's maids. And she had wondered just how many staff he had in this gigantic house since he lived alone. The room was somewhat cold since the air conditioner was at full blast, but Nora wasn't ready to cover with the duvet or reduce the temperature of the air conditioner. Someone had come to drop her bag as Alvin had promised. And when she opened her phone; all she saw was seven missed calls from David. Catherine didn't call—not that Nora cared, though. But it was very weird. Catherine was the kind of person that would ask you to join her in eating after y
Last chapter's continuation (Flash back) Alvin kept turning on his bed because his mind wasn't at rest at all. He had a lot going on in his life—and just closing his eyes made him see his problems and automatically decide that they can never be a permanent solution to them. Nora's face suddenly popped into his memory and he shut his eyes immediately. He couldn't stop thinking about her and wondering what she thought about him. He had stopped her from going home not just because it was dark but because he didn't want to risk the possibility of her being seen by his father. Alvin was sure his father could decide to kill her silently and sweep it under the chair—and there was no way he would know about it since it'll be very unlikely and absurd for them to “coincidentally” meet again. But still, Alvin couldn't think of any more excuses to give her when it was morning. There was no way he could continue to keep her in his sight and refuse to let her go—that was completely imposs