Tanya's POVI could swear that he was watching me. He probably thought that I didn't know, but it was obvious. I had seen the shadows move behind the door, and since there was nobody else in the house with me, I could tell that he was the one."What does he want now?" I asked myself internally, trying to figure out the matter. The chances were that he was going to try to keep me from leaving. Now that he was watching me like a hawk, that was the only reason he would come here after all. If he didn't care about it in the first place, then he would just let me go without coming even to say goodbye or anything like that.Not like he had actually come to say goodbye this time, I contemplated, looking around the place and making out opportunities for myself to glance at the door. It was impossible to see him from the angle that I was at now without him noticing that I was actually looking at him. I didn't want him to know that I had seen him, so I gave up on that idea.I focused on packing
Rodrigo's POVIt was natural that I would fall asleep; that was the only thing that could keep me from thinking about her. At least, that's what I thought before it took me away. I found out, much to my dismay, that she haunted me in my sleep also. Only then it was much more scary, like a nightmare. All the things that I had done to her, the mean words that I had said to her, the way I had acted and kept on sending her away from me, kept on replaying in my mind, judging me for my sins."Surely I wasn't that terrible," I defended myself, trying to make sense of the scenes that kept on tormenting me. It was as if I was finally beginning to see through my actions, see them through her eyes at that."I have to get her back," I said, waking up from the sleep to realize that it was all a dream. I looked at the face of the clock on the wall and saw that it was already night, around 8:00 or maybe closer to 10. I couldn't tell because I was too lazy to look up and focus my eyes while doing so.
Tanya's POVI got away from the bus driver quite easily, so easily that I thought for once in my life I had lady luck on my side. It rarely happened that things would go exactly the way I planned, especially when it was a plan I had made without much thought.I continued running as fast as I could, taking the heavy bag with me. Finally, I had to stop; the load on me was too much."I should have probably had a destination in mind," I thought to myself as I looked around. I realized I was in the middle of nowhere. If I had a plan earlier, I might have stopped at a hotel or somewhere to stay for the night. Now, I had no idea where to go.I tried to recognize the place, looking around in confusion. It was strange; I could swear I had never been here before in my life. But it was night, and that could be why. There was a very good possibility that I actually knew exactly where I was now.I placed the location along with several others in my mind, trying to match it. It was almost impossibl
Tanya's POV"I'll tell you a secret," he said to me, smiling at me. It was perfect. I had nothing else to talk to him about, nowhere to continue the conversation to postpone the inevitable, which made it wonderful that he would tell me something instead, keeping the conversation flowing."I'd love to hear it," I said, a bit too excited before hearing the actual words and wanting to run away from him as fast as possible. I was in for a round of suffering if he actually got me."I'm a sadist," he said, giving me a sadistic smile.I looked around the place, wondering whether I could flee from there. We were not compatible, never. I was not a person who liked pain, never had been, and from what he was saying, he wanted to torture me."But you just told me that you are not interested in me," I said to him, taking a step forward. For once, his eyes widened when he saw that."Well, I think we are progressing," he said. At that instant, I realized what I had done because of what he had said.
Tanya's POVNaturally, Rodrigo did no such thing. Begging was not his style. If he did, then he would not be Rodrigo, the proud man that I knew—or at least thought I knew. I would never have thought that he would act in the way he had, sending somebody to get me after allowing me to leave in the first place. It was as if he had decided to get rid of all his honor, everything he had left, in an instant.Even if he still had any honor left, to me at that moment, I despised him. I hated him even more, knowing that he wanted to get me still back to use me for his purposes after the man left.The situation continued like that for the next couple of seconds. The man was no doubt considering his options. He had his chance; he should take it. It was obvious what he should choose to do in the end, what he would do any second from now. But to my surprise, he turned around."I'm sorry," he said, giving an apology that was unreal to me as he walked away from the place, leaving the two of us alone
Rodrigo's povI tried my best to find him, but he had suddenly disappeared. It was almost as if he had hidden off somewhere, very far away from his car. It was a wonder how he got out of it without me knowing about it in the first place. After all, I had been watching him closely for any signs of movement so that I could intercept him. I hopped out of my car after waiting for another couple of minutes. It was only now that it occurred to me that I had wasted that valuable time for nothing. It would have been better spent looking for him, as now there was a chance that he would do something to harm her in my absence. There were numerous turns. Streets were everywhere, confusing me. If I were to look through all of them on foot, I would take forever. I did not have that much time to find what I was looking for, so I got back in the car the next instant and started cruising around, looking for her in every street. Some of the streets were longer than I wanted them to be. That was the
Tanya's POVIt was the most unexpected reconciliation for me, and being in his arms was more than I imagined. I felt a little grateful, but something in me was still uneasy."Come," he said. "Let's go home.""Home?" I said, thinking about the idea. I did not see it as a real home anymore; the memories that place held for me were not the best."I'm going," I said to him."Home?" he asked, looking hopeful."No," I said. "I want to be all by myself for a while.""What?" he asked, looking at me as if he did not understand. I gave him a rather bitter expression in return. "You are still not coming back?" he asked."Maybe," I said. "I might decide to change my mind later on. But first of all, I want to be by myself."I could clearly remember telling him that I loved him, and it was true. However, that was different from wanting to be with him. Maybe I would like that later, but now I wanted nothing more than peace. Anyhow, he was sure to treat me a little differently now that we had reconci
Rodrigo's POVI drove my car home as a sad feeling settled over me. My mission had failed ultimately, even though I had tried my best. She rejected me after I poured my heart out, but something about it seemed off.Maybe I still have a chance with her, I contemplated, knowing fully that I couldn't do without her for a long time. Just as I had confessed to her, I loved her and would not let her go. Although she had sent me away, she also said she loved me.Maybe she wants to give herself some time and distance from me before coming back, I thought, remembering that she had sent me away but did not seem to be angry at me anymore. With that hope in mind, I went into the house feeling slightly lighter. I could not imagine how I would spend the night without her, not knowing whether or not she was safe at the moment. But I knew that I had to. It was necessary for me because that might be the only way to get her back. Ultimately, she wanted a break from me, and as much as I hated it, I need
Rodrigo POV I had to admit she was one of the strongest I had ever met. For some reason, she could keep up and pace with me, and that was also because she was pregnant. I felt happy knowing we had many more rounds like that to come in our lifetime. If that was the only compensation for the loss accumulated throughout the last couple of weeks, it was worth it. I got up from the bed, finally. After such a long time, I had been determined to leave her as soon as possible, but somehow, she had convinced me to stay. And stay I did, throughout the night, over to the following day, and even now. I didn't want to leave. Even though we didn't have sex throughout the entire night, the kisses and hugs we lovingly gave each other were enough to keep me excited all the way. She made a sleepy sound as I slipped away carefully, not wanting her to know I was going. Who knew how long I would stay back if she wanted me to? After all, I couldn't resist once, and most likely, I wouldn't be able t
Tanya's Pov By the time I met Dante, I found that he was making some phone calls. I had a sudden feeling that they were preemptory ones because he was planning something. I observed his expression for a moment, and upon seeing the grim expression on his face, I realised that he intended to leave. "Don't tell me..." I said once he was done with the call. He looked at me before managing a smile. "We are not safe anymore, not even me. I should have thought about it earlier. It's rather annoying that I had to figure it out from Rodrigo." I looked at him in surprise. I could vaguely remember Rodrigo telling me to tell him about this. Did that not mean he was not supposed to know about it yet, as I had not told him yet? "I asked him about where he was off to when I saw him acting all weird and uptight," he told me with a roll of his eyes. "Honestly, things don't always need a serious cryptic explanation." "Where is he now?" I asked, feeling like I was being left behind. I
Tanya's POV It took me a lot of serious searching to find him. Once or twice, I thought he was in the house and that Dante was bluffing. But after remembering the severe expression on his face, I decided to make sure that Rodrigo wasn't here before I went over to accuse Dante of lying. I found him eventually in a secluded room, staring into space despondently as if he were depressed by something. "Hey, Rodrigo," I said, my voice becoming very soft as I stepped in. Something told me he didn't want anybody to enter at this time; he wanted the moment of silence to himself. But I found myself intruding anyway. It had been so long since I had seen him, and I wanted to ensure he was well. He glanced my way, but suddenly, a light entered his eyes. He didn't look angry—wasn't angry like I thought he would be at my sudden appearance. Instead, he seemed happy. It made me smile, knowing that I still brought joy to him despite everything that had happened. The light in his eyes faded
Rodrigo's POV I didn’t protest anymore, deciding to hope for the best and let everything play out by itself. Tanya wouldn’t die; I knew it, and as long as she was alive, everything was fine despite everything I had lost and would lose. I had no other option than to let the driver take the car over to my mansion. I was shocked when he was granted access. It seemed that Tanya and Dante had modified the security system while I was gone. “It’s all well,” I thought to myself as I entered my room immediately after getting out of the car. I didn’t want to talk to anybody—though there was nobody for me to speak to in the first place. I needed some time to myself, time to meditate on everything that had happened so suddenly, and also some time to figure out what the next course of action should be. I was before my laptop, typing furiously as if my life depended on it because it probably did. I wouldn’t let the same situation repeat itself in my life more than once. But then again, it
Rodrigo's POV It took me quite a while before I realised that it was an ally standing in front of me. It wasn’t just any random person; it was Dante. “What are you doing here?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow. There was a good chance that he was here to help, but he could also have his motives. I wasn’t foolish enough to think that we were friends. We weren’t. “What does it look like I’m doing here?” he asked. “Saving you.” He went behind me, and with one swift motion, I felt the ropes on my hands slack. He had cut me loose. I looked at him again, realising that he wasn’t bluffing. It started to make sense now; he most likely had taken out all the men guarding me, one after the other, though they thought it was some accident. “Follow me,” he said. “I’ll get you out of here.” I didn’t want to accept his help, but I had no choice in the current situation. Since he had been able to manoeuvre his way through the many criminals with guns, there was a good chance he could do
Rodrigo's POV They were closing in on me. What's more, I knew it when I saw how everyone fighting around me kept an eye on me. I knew that it would be tough for me to escape. It didn't stop me from trying to free myself, though. Constantly, while they were fighting, I tried my best to loosen the ropes. I knew I would have a better chance of survival if I could utilise every skill at my disposal, and I couldn't do that if I were tied up. I was almost there; I could feel it already. All the ropes were nearly gone, and I was secure enough from the bullets flying across the place like rain. If I kept my cool and continued the process diligently, I would easily succeed in freeing myself. Then, I could either join the fight or escape entirely. Suddenly, I saw a man beside me, pointing a gun right at my head. "Don't move anymore," he said. "Do you think you can escape now?" I froze, realising that he wasn't bluffing; he would shoot me if I did anything funny. "Look here," I sta
Tanya's POV The leader I was to meet turned out to be Diego himself. Well, what did I expect? Seeing him, all the rage and frustration I felt as a result of how things had turned out came rushing back. After all the threats and everything, the man decided to kill me anyway. What, then, was the point of making me give him the flash disc? If he would fight to get me out of there, why didn't he do that from the start? I glared at him in annoyance as I opened my mouth to speak. From the look in his eyes, he already knew what kind of reaction to expect from me after what had happened. I only hoped he had a reasonable explanation awaiting. "Why?" I asked finally. It was only one word, but it carried the weight of all the emotions raging through me. I wanted to scream at him, to fight him—a couple of punches from me to him would release some of the anger and frustration. But somehow, I didn't move. "It's hard to explain and even harder to understand," he told me in a small voice. "But
Tanya's pov I couldn't understand why he would want me to hand it over to him if he had the power to threaten him. He made it seem as though he could keep him in check, but if he could, then why did I have to give him the document? Why couldn't he just break the both of us out of here so we could forget about the entire incident? All those questions were bubbling in my head, wanting desperately to burst out, but I kept them in. I knew when to speak and stay silent, and now was the typical time to remain silent. I couldn't precisely question him when he showed up out of nowhere to save my sorry ass. "Do we have a deal?" Diego asked him. From the amount of time he was spending to think about it alone, I knew that he had no intentions whatsoever to let me go out of here alive in the first place. The realisation made me even more glad of Dante's intervention, though I could not still understand many things about his actions and why he was doing them that way. Maybe it was not so
Tanya's POV The shooting started unexpectedly. I was still thinking when he finished counting down, and his men automatically started firing at us. The man named John took cover immediately, narrowly missing getting shot himself. His men took arms as well, and it was a free-for-all. I tried to find Rodrigo in the commotion. It was a perfect chance for me to escape with him and forget all that was happening. But suddenly, I felt a hand cover my mouth. I struggled, but to no avail. The person holding me was too strong for me to resist. Finally, when I stopped struggling, I felt his grip relax a little as he turned me to him. I already knew it was not Rodrigo before I saw his face, and when I didn't recognise him, I got my confirmation. He put a finger to his lips, indicating that I shouldn't scream. If I had known what was going to happen next, I would have because suddenly, he brought out some ropes and tied my hands behind me. I attempted to scream now, but it was too