The aroma of meat roasting over the fire reached Chase and Christine in the cave, making their bellies rumble in response. They had been left alone for some time, hearing the men talking outside. Red was nowhere in sight. Chase wondered if he would contact Alexander. Chase doubted it. He might decide to take both himself and Christine with them to wherever they were off to.
Christine had her back to Chase. He watched her busy with something in her pocket. What was she up to?
“Chrissie?”
“Just watch the entrance and alert me if someone’s coming.” She hissed back.
He tried to see, craning his neck, but the gloom in the cave made it impossible. A mixture of fear and adrenaline made his heart beat like a freight train. His mouth went dry. Whatever Christine did, he prayed it wouldn’t blow up in her face.
A tall, dark man came into the cave, bending down at the entrance.
“Please, I need some water.”
The group of hostages spent a restless night in the lounge. The armed men took turns watching them while they tried to sleep. Chase stayed awake most of the time, only nodding off on occasion. The throbbing pain from his knee injury kept him from sleeping, as well as trying to think of ways to get out of their situation. Christine lay curled up on the couch next to him. The De Santis family sprawled over the rest of the couches, the young Stefano lay on the carpet, watching the guard. Chase watched him, hoping he wouldn’t try anything foolish. He wondered why Red hadn’t contacted his father. He couldn’t wait to hear Alexander’s voice one more time. Never in a million years would he have thought that he could miss his father so much. It was like a physical pain, the longing. There were no more feelings of resentment or betrayal in his heart, only the need to hear his father’s voice. “Can’t you sleep?” Christine whispered to him. “Not really.” He whispe
Alexander Ward took the cellphone away from his ear with slow, careful movements. Erica came out of the bathroom and saw the harried look on his face.“What is it, Alex? Are the kids okay? Who was that on the phone?” she asked. She hoped to God the twins didn’t get up to mischief and that Raven had trouble with them.Alexander stared at her as if he was seeing her for the first time.“Erica, they’re alive.” He replied.She frowned at him. Has he finally lost it? Or was someone trying to scam them. “Alex, come on…” she began.“I just spoke to Chase.” He broke then, tears ran down his face and his shoulders shook.Erica stunned, couldn’t move from where she stood and watched her husband crying like a child.When it finally dawned on her what he said, she grabbed him by the arms and shook him.“Are you sure? Are you sure?” She took his face in her
Stepping into the corridor they heard yelling and then a short burst of automatic rifle fire. Chase held onto the sides of the corridor. “Hurry,” he said, “We need to get to the bridge.”Gabrielle and her mother went in front with Chase following and Christine at his back. Before they reached the bridge, an unsteady Imran came staggering out of a cabin. His eyes were wild and staring and he held a hunting knife in his hand.“Hey! American! Where are you going?” He yelled, reaching for Angelica who was nearest to him. Gabrielle shrieked and pulled her mother away from his clawing hand.“You little bitch! Come here!” Imran slashed at her with the knife. “I kill all of you!” He screamed like a person possessed, all the while slashing and stabbing with the long blade.Gabrielle threw her arms up in front of her face to ward off the attack.“Shoot him! Shoot him!” Angelica scr
Christine stepped into the shower, turning the taps to full blast and letting the warm water wash away the blood and grime. She lifted her face to the spray, eyes closed. Her emotions overwhelmed her like a flash flood, sweeping away all other feelings aside. She crumbled to the floor, soundless sobs racking her body.The plane crash, the dead flight attendant, the pirates capturing them, everything played before her eyes like a silent movie, the worst was seeing Imran staring up at her while his life’s blood sprayed into her face. That image played on repeat.“Christine?” Gabrielle knocked on the bathroom door. Angelica had asked her to come investigate because Christine was very quiet.No answer. Gabrielle opened the door.“Sorry, I’m coming in,” she said, “Oh God! Christine, are you alright?”The young girl rushed to Christine’s side, kneeling next to her in the shower, not caring that she wa
Alexander wasn’t prepared for the media that accosted them as soon as they got through customs. They were besieged with a horde of reporters shoving microphones and cameras in their faces.Chase who was being pushed on a wheelchair by one of the flight attendants, let loose a string of profanity at the sight before him.“Dad, what the fuck? Who let these vultures know we were coming back?” Chase scowled at them, holding his hand in front of his eyes when a flash went off right in his face. He had no patience with reporters, he was hurting and tired and wanted to go home.Christine lay a calming hand on his shoulder. The attendant asked if she should call security to remove them.“No, it’s alright. I will handle them. Please just get my son, Ms. Morrison and her parents to my limo.” Alexander took his wife’s hand and they went to the barrier to speak to the reporters.“Right away, Mr. Ward.” Said
Alexander drove Chase and Christine to the hospital where Chase was admitted for surgery. Christine hated hospitals, but she said nothing to Chase. Memories came flooding back as they walked down the passages to Chase’s private room. She remembered the pain of her torn flesh, her broken bones and the smell of antiseptic. But most of all she remembered her mother’s cries when she heard of her eldest daughter’s death.“You look pale, Sweetheart. Are you alright?” Chase’s concerned voice broke in on her thoughts.She turned to him on the bed and gave him her best smile, squeezing his hand. “Here you are worried about me when you are the one going in for surgery.” She laughed halfheartedly. “I’m fine.”Chase lifted one eyebrow, giving her a look of disbelief. “Stop stressing. Everything will be fine. And once I’m better, you and I will go dancing the night away.”“I’d like that very much,” she said.The nurse came in to prep Chase for surgery and Christine felt a wave of nausea threatenin
When Christine kissed Chase goodbye, he didn’t respond like he usually does. His lips were pressed together and cold. She shrugged it off as an after effect of the anesthetic. But in the back of her mind, she knew he thought about Amanda and the flowers Mason sent.Alexander saw the bouquet in the trash bin but said nothing. At the Ward’s home dinner was waiting for them. The twins were talking non-stop about school and girls until Alexander told them to shut up.“Finish your dinners and go help in the kitchen. You’d better make sure all your homework is done. I don’t want any problems with your teachers. Not again.” Alexander fixed the twins with his icy stare.Although they had servants, Alexander believed his children needed to do chores and not depend on other people to do serve them hand and foot. That made lazy people and he had no time for laziness.“No, Dad, we’re good.” Ethan said.“Yep, promise.” Replied Nathan.“They are so cute.” Claire remarked when the boys left the tabl
Claire pushed Christine into the bedroom they occupied in the Ward’s home.“Chrissie, are you pregnant?” she asked in a hushed voice.So like her mother to come directly to the point, Christine thought. She had wanted to talk to her mother about it, but it never seemed like the right time.“I don’t know, Mom. And for God’s sake, don’t tell Dad or Chase for that matter.”“Christine Morrison!” her mother scolded. “Why haven’t you gone to the doctor or at least taken a pregnancy test.”“Keep your voice down.” Christine hissed, looking at the closed door as if it had grown ears. “I just haven’t had the chance what with Chase being in hospital.”Her mother inspected her up and down, hands on her slender hips. “Well then, he is home now. It’s been three days already. So what’s stopping you, young lady?”“Ugh.” There we go, when her mother calls her ‘young lady’, Christine knew she was in trouble. “I’m scared, Mom. What if I am not ready to be a mother? What if Chase doesn’t want a child? Wh