Chapter 46Willis felt as though the world had tilted and the person in front of him was no longer the Arlo he knew. He was no longer the man that had been his best friend for twenty-eight years. He was now a monster. A cold-hearted monster that was well on his way to doom and there was no going back.His gaze remained on him, unwavering, unrelenting, taking in his features. If he was sad, it didn’t show on his features. But was it possible that he wasn’t sad? Was it normal? To have betrayed a woman he was probably in love with and not feel anything. Did he regret it? Did he mean his words? Could he really not save Ivory? “What happened to you, man?“ Willis blurted out, his voice crashing into a sob. Arlo swallowed hard, fighting with every fiber in him to remain strong.“Don’t you feel anything for this girl?” Willis's low sobs continued, “She’s… she’s not guilty. I can help you. Together we can… we can free Ivory”“Don’t you owe her that much? You brought this on her, don’t you f
The black van, —you know the one that looks like a bullion van but for prisoners— came to a halt. The police officers hopped out, heavy on duty, loaded with gun. Ivory was still trying to accept her reality. She was still trying to accept that she had gone from being Ivory to being called ‘the suspect’.She was yet to accept the fact that Arlo had really said those words and sentenced her to death. This, to her, was death.She was slowly dying. Every passing moment was bringing her one step closer to her death.“Pick up the pace!” The officer’s voice bolted her out of her thoughts.She snapped up her gaze and came in contact with a familiar face. Ivory paused. Her heart leaped. I was wrong, she thought. He’d never betray me.Ivory’s adrenaline surged, picking up the pace as the officer had demanded. The cuffs in her hands and legs did not stop her. She was too happy to care. She stopped before Willis. Her eyes sparkling with both hope and relief. “What took you guys so long?!”
She didn’t die. She cried herself to sleep every night, woke up with headaches. Couldn’t find the appetite to eat the watery food served in prison. Her cell was too small, barely having any light, barely having any hope. She survived the first week of her time in prison, sought for death but didn’t die.She suffered long days of hard labor, panic attacks that seemed to stop her breathing for what seemed like eternity, aching heart, and everything in between, still she didn’t die.On the Friday of her second week in Cadet prison. Ivory had woken feeling exceptionally down, she couldn’t barely drag herself off the flat mattress.Her eyes refused to open after she blinked. Her body felt disjointed. It seemed her body had finally received the message that her mind had been sending. Ivory sighed weakly, accepting the death that seemed to be knocking on her door. “What a beautiful day to die,” she muttered under her breath as her body gave up.The prison warden tasked with supervising th
Five Years LaterIvory’s POVWhat is the difference between times past and time’s past?I personally do not know. I do not know. But I do know that it’s been five years. Five long years since I last saw life the gates of Cadet Prison.Since that incident—The incident that changed my life, the one that brought me in here but most importantly, the one that gave me my son.Standing outside the gates of Cadet Prison after all these years, the air tugging on my skin felt different, felt new. There really was something called a breath of freedom. You will never know what it means until you’re trapped, enslaved, or imprisoned.If you’re wondering what’s going on, if you’re curious to know why I’m standing out here and talking about freedom after only five years when I was supposed to do ten, then here’s a summary in three lines:A thief was caught in Gusan CountyIt turned out to be Lori Spencer.I am free! Mondays are now my favorite day of the week. It was on a Monday, that the u
Ivory’s POV My husband was working late again. He had been working late every day for the last six months.And some days he wouldn’t even come home. For every night I woke up alone, every business trip, and every impromptu weekend meeting, I repeated one line to myself like a mantra— “Damian loves working, and he loves me.” With that, I turned a blind eye to all his excuses, the ones that made sense and the ones that didn't. I endured them all. I never confronted him, never asked for more. It was another late night, and I thought to bring him some dinner. I shouldn’t have bothered. I should’ve stayed home, at least, I wouldn’t have to watch my husband thrust into another woman like a sex-starved wild animal. He seemed to be enjoying himself so much that he didn't notice me standing there, he didn't even care that he was fucking another woman with our wedding ring on his finger. Tears rushed to my eyes, blurring my sight. I wiped them away quickly and turned to walk away, but
Ivory’s POV The blindfold dropped and I came face to face with a man glaring at me like a wounded lion. His eyes were a darkened shade of midnight blue, cold and analytical, with an intensity that seemed to pierce through my very soul. His face was all sharp angles- chiselled jawline, highcheekbones, and a hint of stubbles scattered across his chin. He had a charming face that would sweep anyone away under the right circumstances. But right now,the dangerous aura hovering around him had my heart racing uncontrollably. As if he could smell my fear, his lips curled into a slight, predatory smirk. "Did you really think you could hide from me?" He said in a low, steel voice that sent chills down my spine. "No one hides from me, Lori, no one..." "Lori?" I muttered silently, tilting my head in confusion. "What's going on?" My name is Ivory, I wanted to say but did I really need to correct my brooding captor? "Where's my money?" He demanded, his voice rising."Look, if Camille and
Arlo’s POV For the last four years, I dedicated my time and resources combing through the surface of this earth for Lori. I was blinded by rage when I discovered Lori’s betrayal and went in search of her. I had spent so much time looking for her, that part of the rage I felt had now been replaced with something I didn’t want to feel- worry. Finally, I found her under the most upsetting circumstances.She got married? To what? A good-for-nothing dog that kept cheating on her? I should’ve blown out his brains when I had the chance but Willis, my second-in-command wouldn’t let me leave any trace of myself behind. We were now on air, going back to my home which I have missed for four years now. No one would have ever thought that I would pause my life, or my business in search of a girl. But Lori wasn’t any other girl, she was my girl, I loved her, more than anything else. And because I loved her, I was hurt by her betrayal. I was more than just hurt, I was broken. And now, she w
IVORY’s POV Outside the house, I found him waiting at the garage. My stomach churned with a mix of anticipation and dread. He gestured for me to get in the car and I reluctantly complied. Partly because I was hungry, and partly because I had a bad headache. I wanted to ask where we were, what he did for a living, why he had so many men around, where he was taking me, but I decided against all ofthat. I stared out the window, trying to make sense of my scattered thoughts. How would I get out of here? Would I ever be free? How much exactly is Lori owing this man? Who is this man for fuck’s sakes? And who isLori? The car came to a halt and our first stop was a luxurious boutique. I hesitated at the door, glancing at him. “Come out,” he demanded, “You need a few clothes.” “If I had known I would be kidnapped, perhaps I would’ve packed some clothes.” Scary man’s lips lifted in a smirk as he turned to face me. “Kidnap is nothing compared to fraud and betrayal, pet.”“I don’t se