Lost Love

Alexander’s POV

My car drove through the large York river and I chuckled darkly as my eyes were fixed on the picture in my wallet. I had held onto that picture for the past two years. 

The woman in the picture was the most beautiful I had ever seen, no one could compete with her radiance.

She was a natural beauty, with her long brunette hair, hazel eyes, and plump pink lips. Her  curvy figure was so stunning that nearly all the men she encountered wanted her. 

Yet, she chose me, Alexander McQueen. That was her biggest mistake. She shouldn't have been with someone like me. Every woman sought me but she was different. She loved me differently and didn't even care if I was one of the richest men in the world. 

I might have been the best man in her life, as she often described me, but if it weren't for my presence, she would still be here. 

My hand clenched around my wallet as I recalled how she had been kidnapped by an evil rival, never to be found again. I had tried desperately to save her in time, but once her body was thrown into that York river, it was over. 

Anger surged through me, and my teeth gritted as the memories flooded my  mind. My jaw tightened, and I could feel my eyes darkening. 

"Shit!" I cursed, releasing my wallet as the realization of my mistake sank in once again. 

There was no day I wasn't reminded of Jessica. She was in every phase of my life. 

I could have done something to save her life. I shouldn't have sought negotiation. I should have killed that monster. My unwillingness to shed blood had weakened me.

"Fuck!" I growled.

"Sir...are you okay?" My driver asked, glancing back at me as he  made a traffic stop.

"Yes," I blurted out, the burden of my grief weighing on me but I refused to let him know. My grief was for myself alone. 

My life had changed drastically since I lost Jessica. I had descended into darkness, that froze my heart. Despite the pressure of my parents, I had no interest in anyone else. 

I refused to let go of my pain.

"Should I roll down the window sir?" The driver, Martin, asked, his tone laced with pity.

"Yes," I breathed out, wanting some fresh air. 

He rolled down the window, and I raised my gaze. I noticed someone staring at me, and when I turned, a shocked gasp left my lips.

My eyes met with a pair of the deepest hazel eyes I had ever seen. Her brunette hair was scattered across her face.

It wasn't the tape across her mouth that got my attention, but the striking resemblance to...Jessica.

I watched as her hazel eyes filled with tears, desperation etched on her face, reminding me so vividly of Jessica. 

"Jessica..." I stuttered, unable to move for a moment. 

She began making incoherent sounds, tears rolling down her cheeks. Was she kidnapped? 

If she wasn't abducted, then there wouldn't be a tape across her lips. 

I was about to stop out of the car, when someone suddenly yanked her backward. Then the window rolled up quickly, sealing off my chance. 

Before I the traffic light changed, the car sped off. 

Gasps escaped my lips as I watched the second chance of the woman I loved slip through my fingers. I had no proof it was her, but it could be her. Afterall, Jessica's body was never found. 

"Martin, follow that car!" I urged, my voice filled with urgency. 

"What car?" He asked, confused. 

"The green Mercedes, go after it!" I pointed forward. 

Luckily, he caught on quickly and began chasing after the car. 

"I want you to overtake, then corner it," I ordered, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt so desperate. "Drive faster!" 

As the car sped forward, we kept getting close, never losing sight of the target. The driver of the other car noticed our pursuit and tried swerving away several times, but I made sure to stay on his tail. 

Jessica was too precious to lose again. I couldn't let her go  through this trauma a second time. 

I didn't know who had taken her, but I swore I would save her and make whoever did this pay. I wasn't going to be weak anymore. 

The car finally got close enough, and both cars were side by side. The other driver tried to accelerate past us, but my driver was quick enough to press harder on the accelerator, move forward and block his path. 

Both cars stopped abruptly, and I released a sigh of relief. I pushed the car door open, and stepped out. 

"Get out!" I commanded, my voice edged with fury. 

There was a pause, and then slowly the driver's door creaked open. The man emerged, and I recognized him as Dustin Stone. We weren't in the same business line, but I knew him from some of my acquaintances.

"Why is Jessica with you?" I demanded, my voice laced with anger. 

"Who's Jessica?" He asked, scrunching his face in confusion. "I don't know who the hell Jessica is, and I don't have time for all this, why are you following me?" He took a step forward, his voice getting bolder. 

"Get out of my way or I'll call the cops," He added. 

"Cops?" I almost laughed at the absurdity of his threat. 

"I don't think you're in the position to do that," I spat, dashing towards him. Before he could react, I grabbed his neck and squeezed it with fury I hadn't felt in years. 

His eyes instantly filled with fear as his back collided with the cold metal. He tried freeing himself from my iron grip, but I pinned him down and continued choking him. 

"Why...are you doing this?" He choked out, his hands slapping weakly at my wrists. His face was reddening, and his breaths became ragged. 

"That woman in the car is mine!" I growled. 

I tightened my grasp, completely shutting his air off. He looked like he was going to die, but I didn't care. 

As I continued squeezing life out of him, a pale woman suddenly emerged from the car. 

"Stop it! Do you want to kill him? Leave him alone!" She cried out, rushing to us. "Someone help!" She screamed into the empty street, but no one was around. We were alone. 

"Leave him please!" She begged, her voice shaking. "You can take her," She pleaded, offering something of a sensible bargain. 

I let out a sharp breath, my hand slowly loosening around his neck. I released him, letting his body fall to the ground with a thud. Without hesitation, I turned towards the car's door, and with each step I took, my heart pounded in my chest. 

As I got to the backdoor, I opened it and saw her lying helplessly on the car's seat. 

There was fear and relief on her face as I helped her to a sitting position and tore the tape from her mouth, tossing it aside. My breath hung in my throat at the sight of the beautiful face again, I thought I might never see again. 

"Jessica..." I whispered. A smile spread on my lips as I gently cupped her face. I could feel tears stinging the corner of my eyes. 

"Jessica? I'm not—" She began with a weak and trembling voice. But before she could complete her sentence, I leaned in and pressed my lips on hers.