Isabelle’s Point of View:“Isabelle!” Someone called out and I turned around, pointing the gun at the man instantly, as my eyes widened in horror. My hands were shaking slightly, not even believing what my eyes were seeing.My breath was hitched up as I saw Cole standing in front of me. What was he doing here? Why was he holding a gun against me? His eyes weren’t the same as before.“Or Nicole. Or whatever fake name you have now…” He said as he took steps toward me, his voice condescending. I tried to look confident, even when I didn’t even know how to shoot at all.“What are you doing here, Cole?”“Oh, you remember me?” He asked, chuckling. “That’s rich. Heard you got married.”“Cole, what’s going on?” I asked again, trying
Achilles’ Point of View:“I am sure this reaches you, Achilles Roman. I have your pretty wife and this isn’t your usual kidnapping. Meet me at 67 Hastings Street and we’ll discuss your downfall.” I read on the phone screen and a deep breath left my mouth at the realisation.I needed to be smart about this. Generally, I wouldn’t even think to dive in and save her, but it wasn’t just me at stake. I was responsible for all of my men, and I had to make the decisions in the capacity of a Mafia boss, and not a husband. I needed to use my head instead of acting on impulse.I left the message on read and kept it down. They must have left the phone on purpose, obviously.“Boss? What’s the plan?” Robert asked me after a few seconds passed, and I put up a strong face. “The person who took Isabelle has called me to 67 Hastings Street for a… negotiation. I believe I should go alone.”“But boss, it might be a trap,” He said, rationalising his point.“I have to take the risk,” I said, still thinking
Isabelle’s Point of View:My heart was trembling with every passing second since Achilles went with Cole. I was so scared of what was going to happen—but relieved that at least he was okay.I knew that now that he was here, I was gonna be alright. Although it was still hard to believe Cole turned out to be like this… I mean, I was aware I did wrong, but did I really deserve to be kidnapped for dating him for three days and leaving? Wouldn’t someone feel like that was a bit of an overreaction?It wasn’t as if I played him for months. I didn’t even wanna play him at all, it was all just a big misunderstanding.My thoughts were interrupted by Achilles and Cole entering the room again after a ten-min
Isabelle’s Point of View:I was terrified. I was in a rented out apartment on the East side of the city, with no sign of anyone trying to save me. My heart was racing, my head was already exploding from the stress, but there was no way around it.There was no use in running because he had tied a band to my leg that only he could unlock, and it had a GPS system. The special part was that if I tried to leave, it would send an electric shock through my body. I didn’t even have the strength to try running away anyway.There was no use fighting because Cole had become much more muscular than the last time I had seen him in the UK. He was much stronger, and much more invincible as compared to me.“I would’ve pictured this night much more… hotter,
Achilles’ Point of View:I called off my people back to the base after the encounter with Cole. His dead body was sent to the base of The Blood Ravens, a bigger message to the obvious war that had been started.“We need to pack our stuff and leave for America tonight itself. I want all the units to be sent back immediately,” I ordered my men and they nodded in understanding. “Marcel, get the private jets ready for all of you, and, um, keep me and Isabelle in separate jets.”He was a little confused but agreed. I left the place to go to the first base where Unit 2 must be staying along with Isabelle. They were informed of everything that went down in Cole’s place and were asked to stay back since I knew there was no need of so many people.As soon as I reached there, the leader of Unit 2 walked up to me. “Boss, we’re sorry we acted without permission. We thought—”“I know. It’s okay,” I shrugged it off. “Unit 1 is getting the jets ready and we’ll leave by tonight. I suggest you all pack
Isabelle’s Point of View:“It’s gonna take a long fucking time and a lot of fucking things before I even love you ever again.” He said, looking in my eyes before leaving me alone in the room. His words hit my heart like a dagger. My breath was hitched up as tears swelled up in my eyes.He didn’t love me anymore? How was it even possible? How could he stop loving me?I slowly tripped down on the bed, my mind lost elsewhere. I replayed the conversation over and over again in my head, guilt making my heart heavy. The hurt in his eyes when he said that I broke his heart, it was tearing me apart—ripping my soul piece by piece. One mistake, and everything was lost. I could see it in his eyes, I had lost him.I sobbed as the
Isabelle’s Point of View:I wrapped my arms around his body, finally feeling safe and glad he was back. Feeling his body against mine after so long felt so heavenly, and it took me by utmost joy—almost forgetting the things between us.As moments passed and he didn’t hug me back, I started to feel weird and stepped back. I looked at him.“Achilles,” I whispered. His eyes were emotionless, as if he really didn’t feel anything at all seeing me after three weeks. He didn’t even flinch, or smile, or… just do anything, really. He stood there like a robot staring back at me.After ignoring me, he walked past me. I stood with my heart beating in my ears. I couldn’t believe he still hated me. It was hurting like hell to see him ignore my existence like that. I had made greater mistakes, I’ve done worse thi
Isabelle’s Point of View:The next morning, I was determined to find my mother. I had been feeling so pitiful after the way Achilles had been treating me. Not only him, I was feeling a hint of resentment from a lot of people in the Mafia. I didn’t know if it was just my mind playing tricks on me, or if they knew what happened and hated me as much as Achilles and just couldn’t show it out of respect.However, all this failed to affect Lucy. If anything, she helped me go through everything. I felt like she understood the uncertainty that came along with being with a man of the Mafia, and the trust issues we had to harbour for our own mental health.But as she said, I needed my mother if I wanted to remain sane in this suffocating place. And that’s what I planned to do. When no one cares for you, you learn to do things for yourself. A part of me worried where she was anyway—she told me we’d talk about it later and never contacted me again.I stepped down from my room into the main room.