Gab’s POVMarco and Skye were still asleep when I woke up. I thought about preparing some food for breakfast while they were resting, but Marco woke up when I was about to step out of the room. “Hey….” Marco’s voice was barely a whisper, but as I was already looking at him when he looked up and called my attention cautiously, I responded with widened eyes as if asking him if he needed anything. I watched Marco carefully step out of the bed and as he gave me a sign to wait, I did as he asked. I waited. Marco moved trying not to make any sound so Skye would not get awakened by him. When he finally made it, I noticed he was already clothed. Unlike Skye and I, because we slept naked the whole time. I had to put my clothes on when I woke up. We left Skye sleeping on the bed and headed to the kitchen. “Did you sleep last night?” I asked when we arrived at the kitchen. “Barely….” he answered. “Wanna tell me about it?” Marco sighed. I went to the water dispenser and had a drink, then
Marco’s POV“You guys go ahead and check the security cameras, I’ll do the dishes and join you at the control room as soon as I can,” I said to Gab while we walked with the trays filled with used utensils heading to the kitchen. Skye needed to use the bathroom to do her morning beauty rituals and we did not let her say those words twice. We had our fun moments while eating breakfast. And although there wasn't anything sensual, we all enjoyed a good morning meal filled with laughter as if we weren’t in the middle of an unknown war. After filling our empty stomachs with simple yet- for me it was the most delicious breakfast I have ever had in my entire life, considering I contributed help in cooking one of the foods we ate, I was so proud. And Skye’s appreciation of its taste made me even prouder, I decided to take charge of washing the dishes while Gab checks on the security system, and Skye could do what she would like to do. I noticed she was eager to know about so many things, I
Skye’s POV “What is going on?!” I asked with indignation. I could not understand what the fuss was all about so suddenly. “We have to get out of here! I will explain everything on our way out,” Marco insisted when I could not decide whether to comply or to ask for clarity first. “I found a less guarded way out of here,” Gab sprang up from his chair and as if he understood the situation better than I did, Gab was quick to move around, like a soldier about to disembark to a deadly mission. I was still confused, and in my dazed state, my eyes watched every movement they made, hustling and bustling. Gab ran to the bedroom, I assumed he was going to get something, while Marco went to gather the weapons we brought in here and secured them in his possession. Gab came back with sets of comfortable clothes I could wear and they both helped me get dressed. All and everything was done at an impressive speed. Next thing I noticed, we were running on our own with Gab leadin
Gab’s POVWe arrived at the neighborhood behind Marco’s mansion. But it was not directly behind his property. We waited for any signs showing we were being followed so we could take precautions and move accordingly. But after a given time, we, I mean to say, Marco and I, were convinced there was no one behind us. I was also on guard watching the road to my sight as I drove our way here, knowing our enemies wouldn’t just choose to attack us from behind. If we get distracted checking over our shoulders, I might not notice what is coming from the front and it would only be a moment to take us all down if we were unguarded or unprepared. “I think we are good to move now,” I looked at Marco to tell him my opinion without blurting the words out. When he nodded, I believe he got what I meant and so we moved with discretion. “We have to walk from here,” I heard Marco speak, and I could tell he was talking to Skye. I was impressed to notice and realize that aside from the time we were just
Marco’s POVThe moment I saw that face whom Skye identified to be the man she called Uncle George, I felt an indescribable cringe within me. George Nahart. I did not know much about this person. I am somehow considered to be a man that had something to do with the underworld, but I did not want to go deeper into the tar of lifestyle and ways this dark path had. So, I might have heard of the name, but I never gave it so much attention. It never occurred to me that this particular person would have so many things to do with a part of my past, or a part of my foster parents’ lives. Now, this man crossed paths with Skye. Or maybe, it was the other way around, but still, this was…!Unbelievable! Unacceptable! Or maybe, this was a curse or something worse!?I had to take Skye to the mansion where I kept all the memories I could secure in my possession about her genetic parents— I recalled her addressing them this way. Maybe since she was born through a surrogate mother, she wanted to spe
Skye’s POVI was about to check on the two as to why they weren’t getting into the house. I was waiting for them in the living room. But I have been there for so long, not even their shadows would show up. So, I decided to walk the way back from where I came from. The back door. But on my way there, I heard Gab speaking, before I got the sight of them. They were in the hallway connecting the kitchen area to the dining room. I agreed to every word Gab was saying. I was a bit surprised. I did not expect this guy to be more sensible than Marco. Judging from my first impression of them, I believe that between the two, Marco and Gab, the former would have been more reasonable and wittier when it comes to such matters. However, Gab’s words took me by surprise. To think that they weren’t even aware I could hear their conversation, I believe they were being true and honest to themselves. “How can Gab understand almost exactly how I was feeling right now?” I aske
Gab’s POVI was not expecting Skye would hear me talking to Marco, as I tried to explain things to him. I understand why he was clueless. Because he had lived all by himself, and with less close interaction with women aside from the ones he slept with, he wouldn’t have any chance to understand how women would react to things casually. But I could tell with the way Skye popped out of nowhere, pointing out I was right and that she agreed to my understanding of how she was reacting to many things that were happening around us today, she must have been listening to Marco and me, having this talk as I gave him enlightenment on many things. But as always, she amused me with how she dominated the situation with elegance. She demanded Marco to tell her everything she ought to know. And just as I expected, she was indeed waiting for Marco to tell her what was going on. I was curious myself, but I knew Marco would tell me what I needed to know, if I needed to know anything about the matter, o
Marco’s POVI was taken by great surprise the moment I heard Skye’s voice in the hallway connecting the dining area to the sitting room, but when we got to the basement my fear to speak intensified. I was not sure where to start, or how to start telling her everything, just as she was demanding me to do. I was relieved to realize that her spot at the table made it easier for me to go with the flow of how the situation seemed to be pushing through. When Skye noticed the photos, I took it as a sign. I let her stare at them and see if she would recognize anything in particular. But she seemed to be so confused. I get it. She must have seen some photos before, but just like me, she could not recall where she saw them before this moment. In all the years that passed by, we had seen so many photos through other means like through the internet, movies, books, or anything aside from photo albums, if we do not recognize these people as family, we would easily forget about them. Even if we