Penelope leaves the office. She didn't glance at me once.Damien poured himself a whiskey and now he's holding the glass filled with whiskey to his temple. I'm giving him some space before bombarding him with questions. I heard almost everything they said but there's a lot I couldn't grasp. I want to know everything that's going on. No more secrets between us starting now.He looks over at me and sits back in his chair. I both hate and love it when his azure eyes are focused on me. I love it because I get butterflies, but I hate it because I can't tell what he's thinking about. He'll always be a puzzle I can't solve. "What is it? What's going on?""There's a spy in our home," he says. My heart skips a beat. I knew it had something to do with agents, but I didn't think it'd be related to his home. Is this Devon's doing? Did he really get someone in his house?"Are you sure?" I ask."Come here," he says instead. "I want to show you something."I make my way towards his desk and he holds
The trip isn't as long as it should be.Maybe that's only because I'm dreading what's to come. The closer we get to the mansion, the faster my heart beats. Is it terrible that I feel bad for the maid? Will he spare her life as he spared mine?That's unlikely. Damien Keller is not a forgiving man. I was the exception and he left that clear. I will never stop feeling ashamed because of this. It doesn't matter that I genuinely fell in love with him, I could've easily been this woman, who's completely unaware of what's coming. What if she's doing this to save her family, too?There's nothing I can do to save her. Nothing I can do to help.The bad feeling hasn't left me. Maybe it just has to do with this woman's death. Oh, and this pregnancy we haven't discussed. Sometimes I forget that I'm carrying his child. Now that my mother is safe, I can start thinking about this with a clear head. Yet there's something else impeding and I don't know what it is.His driver parks the car in front of t
Kathy's standing at the top of the stairs. She has a wine glass nestled in her left hand and I notice that she's barefoot. She's wearing a long red silk robe and her hair is down. Red tints her lips and cheeks.Her eyes are wild and seriously, she looks drunk. She's eyeing us with disgust. She's looking at the dead woman's body. She shakes her head as she says, "This is hell. I'm in hell! Don't you ever shut up?" She pauses then takes a step back. "Is that a dead person? Is she dead?"Yeah, she's definitely drunk.Damien ignores her. He's giving his men orders to get rid of her body. Meanwhile, Theo's still sobbing uncontrollably and drowning all other noises. "You're a monster! You're a killer! You didn't have to do this! She wasn't a bad person!""Theo, that's enough. You're out of control." He glances at the watch on his wrist. "Did you take your medicine?""Fuck you!" she hisses. "You remember that I take medicine? That's because of you! Because ever since dad died, you've changed
Ethan puts the phone down.He feels cold, really fucking cold. Like there's ice in his veins. Incredible how he leaves for five fucking seconds and everything goes to shit. Half the house is destroyed, Damien's hiding out somewhere licking his wounds. Amelia and his kid have disappeared and no one knows where they are. Or if they're even alive. Kathy's dead. The staff members are all dead. Theo has lost her fucking mind. She's been hospitalized, and they think maybe she'll have to be institutionalized. She won't stop muttering to herself. She broke her leg again.What the hell is going on in that city?When he got his shit and left, it was simply to avoid drama. Plus, if he didn't, he'd kill Damien. They just weren't seeing eye to eye. Damien would never accept that he's a cold-hearted and selfish bastard, so Ethan decided to leave. He wanted no part in what was to come.He's only relieved that he isn't dead. How close was that? They tore all their barriers down and got to the place t
I don't want to be here.I'm pacing around Devon's living room and I know it's irritating him but I can't bring myself to stop. I'm worried about Damien. I don't know what I'll do with myself if I find out he's dead. Whoever the bosses are aren't going to let him live for too long. There's no news, and I have no way of knowing whether he got away or not.Devon won't tell me and I won't ask.It's been eighteen hours since we left the mansion and Devon and I haven't exchanged a single word. He got us food that neither of us could eat. I have no appetite at the moment and I couldn't make Brad eat. I took him to the bedroom because I couldn't stand the way Devon was looking at him. It's like he didn't what him to be there, like his presence was bothering him. I told him to wait there and when I checked on him again, he was asleep.I feel so sorry for him that I could cry whenever I look at him. I can't begin to imagine how all of this might feel for him. It's not fair to him. He's so youn
Devon's gone.He's been gone for about two hours. The only problem is that he locked me in, so there's no way I can get out of here.I don't know what his plans are. Is he keeping me here solely because he intends to keep my from harm's way or is there something else? I can't trust him completely. Devon's a selfish bastard who's capable of anything.I'm mostly worried about Brad's safety.Devon's left it perfectly clear that he doesn't want him here. He's bothered by his presence, which is upsetting because Brad's just a child and he's been through so much. He's still asleep and I hope he sleeps for the rest of the day, because I don't know what I'll do if he wakes up and starts demanding answers. It's only natural that he'll want to know where his mother is.I can't be the one to answer those questions.I don't have any experience with children. I know the basics, but that's about it. If he throws a tantrum, I'll probably cry along with him.It's getting dark and I'm getting anxious.
Devon watches her from his bedroom window. He's furious at her for being such a fucking ungrateful brat, but he's also worried about her. He kicked her out because he couldn't stand the way she was looking at him, like she was afraid he'd pounce at her or something. Also, she wouldn't shut the fuck up about Keller. He can't stand it when she talks about him. She has a lot of audacity, she really does. The fact that she treated him like some kind of villain is mind-blowing.Couldn't she see that he was just trying to keep her safe?She rounds a corner and disappears with the kid. He suppresses the urge to go after her. She made her decision and he can't do anything about it. He's not the kind of man to run after anyone. He kicked her out and he's not turning back, but a small part of him wants him, too. It's not enough, though, so she's in her fucking own from now on.He tries not to think of their conversation, but it's really fucking hard. He decided he wouldn't tolerate her shit the
The car stops.We haven't been in here for long, approximately thirty minutes, I don't know. The trunk pops open and the two men who shoved me in here drag me out. A third one's getting Brad out, who's still kicking and screaming. I've never felt this powerless. They could kill him in front of me and I wouldn't be able to do a thing."Where are you taking us?" I demand.None of them answer me. I'm taken up a flight of stairs, so my guess is they're taking us to some kind of apartment. That means there are other people around, neighbors. This calms me, but my fear worsens when I realize that I have no idea of what they plan on doing to us.A door creaks as it opens and they release me. I try to stand upright, but my knees give out and I sink to my knees. Behind me, I hear Brad whimpering, and I'm shaking so badly that I can't focus. They remove the hood. The light's glare stings my eyes, so I blink repeatedly until my vision adjusts. As my vision clears, I'm shocked and appalled at the