Fabian stepped into his room, wrapped in the silent moonlight. He closed the door and inhaled deeply, and his mind replayed all that happened tonight.Mikel's care, Emma's tenderness, Vinnie's staunch loyalty, and Nanny Mercy's strong backing voices tangled within him.For the first time in months, Fabian felt peace, a piece of hope.He went to the window and looked into the night, knowing that his mind had wandered to Loretta.Where was she? Was she safe?The ache in his heart was there, but tonight, for a moment it felt as though it wasn't so sore.Fabian turned away from the window and began to undress; his movements were automated as his mind strayed.Lying in bed, he almost missed the action replay of the events of the day: the surprise party, Mikel's accusing stare, Nanny Mercy's subtle nudging, and Emma's captivating smile.Sleep beckoned, but his mind was still racing, with possibilities and uncertainties.Tomorrow was to be another day, filled with other challenges and revela
As Fabian, Mikel, and Vinnie stood in Vinnie’s office, there was an insurmountable silence that felt heavy upon them. Santos’ death dealt a serious blow to their line of investigation. He had been their sole access to De Silva, a person who had eluded most people but was however connected to the missing Loretta.Fabian was walking around the room, his mind occupied. The angry beast had been stirred inside him but he held it in. There were far too many things at risk to allow feelings to rule one's brain.“No way can this be a chance happening,” Fabian whispered furiously.“It isn't weird?" Mikel replied, tilting his back on the table. "Santos possessed knowledge of particular facts, which is why someone killed him. It was an assassination rather than suicide. This has a purpose and aims to achieve something."Mikel folded his arms across his chest. He looked serious. “This is a wicked circus and it appears we are in its center.”Fabian stopped pacing and turned towards them. “We need
"Tasha," he returned the pleasantries while making sure his voice did not carry any emotions. "You said there was something you wished to discuss."She did and indicated where he could sit. Fabian sat down opposite her and studied her."I can’t stay for long," she declared, looking around apprehensively like a conspirator. "But I must caution you. It’s becoming risky."Fabian’s heart was racing. "What’s that supposed to mean?"Tasha drew closer and spoke in a hushed tone ‘I’ve held back certain things from you… regarding Maria and Rafael. I didn’t want to put you into it but now, I can’t help it.’Fabian stared at her in shock. “What are you saying, Tasha?”She held his stare and it was one filled with both fear and regret."They're coming for you, Fabian. And this time, they are going to fight till they win."Fabian could feel his heart beating faster. "And what do they want?"Tasha gulped, with a slight shake of her voice."They want, Loretta."Fabian choked. The noose was closing i
Tasha goaded almost cruelly, “And me? Do you think I sat back and relaxed when De Silva kept me? You think I’m not entitled to a piece of this?”Fabian locked eyes with her, barely containing his rage. “This wasn’t something I imposed upon you. But I will not be a pawn to you or anybody else while Loretta’s life is at stake.”Tasha contorted her expression in rage. “You will be sorry for this, Fabian. You will be sorry for dismissing me.”Fabian stood up suddenly, his chair scraping against the floor. He had had enough. Whatever Tasha hoped to achieve in this conversation, he had no time to waste on her. Loretta was still alive somewhere, and he needed to reach her before it was too late.“You made your choice,” Fabian said, tonelessly. “Now I will make mine.”He did not speak again but walked out of the café, burdened by the effects of their talk. The stakes had risen, and Fabian was very much aware that he was under pressure.Tasha was standing outside of the restaurant, her heart p
Tasha disconnected the phone call, her heart rate still elevated. She tilted her head upwards towards the clouds, suffocated by the burden of the choices she had made. It was clear that she had started something that she would not be able to finish, and now, waiting was the only option left.She pushed the phone back into her handbag and opted to leave the place, her head full of thoughts. It was a dark road she was traveling upon, and there was no way to retrace her steps. Not anymore.Fabian would be hers. One way or the other.With strides made even faster by the click of her heels on the pavement, Tasha exited the restaurant and stamped her foot with a stutter. In every direction she turned her head, she recalled her talk with De Silva, the germs of anxiety in her chest multiplying drastically. At her first inquiry, there had seemed to be no doubt to her that Fabian would one day notice her, desire her even. But at this point, she was no longer certain where De Silva's game ended,
When the door opened it was Fabian whose face she met – his features betrayed nothing. His eyes, however, those impossibly dark, bold eyes that were trained on Tasha in an instant, bore into her own holding something other than doubt. Rage. Treachery.“Tasha,” came the low threat in his voice. “We need to talk. Right. Now.”Tasha’s heart began to race. She opened the door wider to let him in, only for her heart to thump harder with each passing moment.Fabian entered the room casually. He was in no hurry to pay compliments. The instant the door was latched, he swung round to face her with an unnerving intensity.“Is there something you’re withholding from me?” he asked, throat constricted in anger. “What is happening with De Silva?”That did take Tasha by surprise. She knew she had two options – either keep lying or get stripped of all her boundaries and tell him everything.The social embarrassment lasted long, but she remained silent.And then, she started speaking but only the fain
Tasha’s frayed nerves were jangled by the message delivered by De Silva. It was a tightrope walk between worlds, one in which she was losing Fabian’s trust and the other where De Silva’s demand was becoming more and more urgent by the minute.She started pacing, the phone still in her grip. There was a whirlwind in her head and she couldn’t help but admit that it was bad. She had managed to bind herself some time with the manipulation of facts but there was a nagging reminder of Fabian’s ultimatum. If he learned how far she went with them, he would hate her. And even worse, if De Silva wanted her gone, she probably wouldn’t even be around to see the mess created.Tasha called the unknown number again, shaky as she was about to hit the call button.De Silva answered with impatience. Tasha, you’re cutting it close. I hate waiting.Tasha struggled a little and kept her voice from shaking. Sorry. He didn’t bite the bait. It’s like he knows you don’t have Loretta, and that’s why he does no
Fabian pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to suppress the weariness that was already setting in. “Tell them for tomorrow evening,” he said without a thorough understanding of the time frames being discussed.Emma stayed quiet as she looked through her files. “Tomorrow evening is the opening of the event for one of their companies,” she said with apprehension. “They will be busy. I even invited you last week to the event.”Fabian raised his eyes in surprise. “Didn’t get any invitation.”Emma's expression turned slightly concerned as she braced herself. “I sent it, Fabian. A week ago.”Fabian slouched in his chair and let out a long sigh. Most likely, he had been too busy to even pay attention. With his quest to find Loretta obsessed with making every investigation count and also managing his business, he had no doubts that some issues were being missed. He had been concentrating too long on finding Loretta and everything else which was quite frankly a waste of time."Fine," Fabia