Solana“Bye mommy,” Frank waved.“Bye sweetheart. Take care of yourself. Mommy and Uncle Wyatt will be home soon, okay?”Holding onto Frank's little wrist, I led him outside the hospital, Abel striding before us. Nico had brought the car out to the front as instructed, and the rain was falling mildly. Once we settled Frank and my crutches in the backseat, we climbed in. I comforted Frank on our way back home, which was about half an hour from the hospital. Although he tried to brighten up, believing that his mother would come home soon and Wyatt would be fine, it was evident that he was anxious and close to tears. Abel said a few words of comfort, his mind preoccupied. Perhaps grateful that Frank was with us, which prevented me from questioning him about what he must've found out.Once we got closer to the family house, I espied two cars parked outside on either sides of the road, close to the gate. Abel pulled up behind the first one — a sleek Maybach — and we all climbed out, me las
Solana“I don't know what to believe in anymore, Aunt Lana. What if he doesn't get better? What if the doctor tells Mummy he's gone to heaven?”How could I answer the question, when I wasn't sure of the outcome myself? When I was losing hope in everything? How could I answer the question well enough so he'll feel better? I hated the feud the more. Hated how it'd dragged this little boy, dragged this innocent soul into it's chaos.I stood up, suddenly feeling stripped, bare before his eyes. I glanced around, at the myriad of teddy bears and other toys, my eyes drawn to the old blue dreamcatcher on the wall, close to the clock. When we were seven, Father had bought one each for Helen and I, but I'd lost mine after a few months. Helen had always been more careful with her belongings than I was when we were young. Seeing it now brought back a whole lot of nostalgia. There were many other things; books, cards, games he'd gotten us. Our rooms had been so full of toys that we had to take som
AbelI exhaled as I walked back into the meeting room at the family mansion. It was choked up - almost twice a dozen men in black suits and dark googles were seated around the large, monochromatic table, all family, cousins and uncles. Stewards were everywhere, with wine trays and fried beef. Father raised a brow, probably pissed at me for leaving without his notice, but he made no further comment.I couldn't wait for the meeting to get done with. I hated leaving Lana all alone by herself. She was still in the dark about how things had escalated in the last twenty-four hours. Who would've thought everything that played out took months to perfect and that too right under our noses? Hell, I was shocked to hear it all myself.After I'd left Andrew's house, Father had apparently exploded on him. Andre, who had stayed back filled me in on the details. For once, Norman Stravkos didn't let his favouritism cloud his better sense of judgement. He'd been so pissed at Andrew for what he did. So
Abel“Back to the basics on who is behind this,” Andre spoke up, adjusting himself on his seat. “I believe the Hiroshima and Sturm clans are the ones carrying out these attacks. I also don't believe that Helen Williams would have her cousin taken out, assuming that was the intent. I mean, why?”“There's every reason for her to do it, because Wyatt is not a biological cousin. What else would it be? They put two bullets in him for Christ's sake.”Andre hummed, stroking his chin, looking thoughtful. “You do have a point. Maybe we've underestimated that woman a lot. She's obviously a bigger threat than we've ever given her credit for, perhaps much more smarter and powerful than her father. If we're right on this, then that means Wyatt was just a camouflage. A cover for her.”“What if the Hiroshima and Sturm clans are acting alone?”“No,” Father chipped in, shaking his head. “I've spoken to both parties. They're as surprised as we all are. They haven't authorized any shootings, and in fact
Solana“Jesus Christ. What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, standing feebly and leaning my weight on my crutches. My knees felt like jelly, and I didn't feel half as confident as I somehow managed to sound. “H-How did you...how did you get in?”He stood in the light just on the other side of the coffee table, looking incredibly different; disheveled, his shirt untucked, his hair tousled, his face bruised and red. The corners of his lips rode up into a sly smile, and I had no choice but to look at him, really, for the first time, the dimples on both cheeks disarming me momentarily. His eyes were a smoky, seductive gray, the lashes a fine coal-black, thick, and shiny just like his dark hair. He was tall, well over six feet, but he had a slightly bigger build than Abel. Muscular, with well-defined features. Powerful.I returned my gaze to his face, the smile on his face broadening. The atmosphere was charged with a strange kind of tension, one I couldn't escape from. The mischief i
Solana“I couldn't believe... I thought...oh my God, Lana, what if they didn't take him to the hospital on time? What if they couldn't save him?” She sucked in a large breath and wiped her eyes, and the snot on her nose, leaning back. “I was so scared that I prayed, Lana. I haven't prayed that hard for anything, not even when Frank was severely sick.” She shook her head, sniffling. “I love him so much. I love him, I love him and all we do is fight. I just want... I just want to hold him right now and tell him how much I'm sorry for hurting him.”I blinked, confused. “Is this still about Wyatt?”“M-mh,” she nodded, leading us over to the sofa where we sat side by side.“Wyatt doesn't share the Williams blood. He was adopted,” she explained, convinced that was what I was concerned about. “Papa always strived to hide that fact, so we wouldn't see him any differently from being our beloved cousin.”“I know we're not related to him, Helly. God, I know. I have no problem with it. I don't car
Solana“Did you order the fucking hit-and-run? Did you order them to kill Wyatt?”Andrew rolled his eyes, exhaling. “You're starting to be a pain in the arse. What happened to my Hell baby? My vengeful, little spitfire? Now you're this goody-two-shoes bitch, and it's grating on my nerves.”“Shut up, Andrew.”“No, you shut up.” He took her glass and finished it before slamming it down on the coffee table. “You may be over everything, and forgiven everyone, but I'm not. There's absolutely no way in hell that I'm going to let my father hand everything to my dumb excuse of a brother. No. Fucking. Way. And you two ladies better stay out of my way.”The door flew open then, and Abel came charging in like a storm, his face a mask of fury as he grabbed Andrew and slammed him against the closest wall, his forearm crushing his neck. “You piece of shit,” he spat. “How the hell did you get in here?”“Well it's simple, dumbass,” Andrew retorted shoving him back with a sly smirk on his face. “Next
AbelAs we pulled up to the tall gates of the house, I dug out my phone and dialled Andre's line. I didn't want to waste any more time. “What are you doing?” Lana asked. I glanced at her, thankful when Andre answered just then.“Hello? Abel?”“Where are you right now?” I asked.“Um, I'm still at Father's. The meeting's over and everyone's left. What's the matter?”“Did Erin later agree to come with Damien?”“Yeah. She just got here in fact, and doesn't seem to be in a good mood, bro. Do you want to speak with her?”“No. Tell her not to unpack her stuff yet.”“I don't understand. Why?”“I'm calling for a family meeting. It's urgent. I want you to drive Erin and Damien over here. Father and Andrew should come down as well. Treat as important, please.”“A meeting?” Solana asked, her eyes bulging. “What fucking meeting, Abel? What's going on?”I ignored her. “Tomorrow morning, I want a second meeting with you, Father, Andrew, both heads of the Hiroshima and Sturm clans as well as their s