All Chapters of BOUND TO THE ENEMY: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Aunt Lin, you're one of the strongest women I've ever met," Carla whispered, arranging the flowers and running her hands over the cross that already dried, built the day before by the workers at the site. "I know you and Mom will be fine. You will be now."Max clenched his jaw and lowered his face as he watched her kiss the lady's name on the headstone."I love you so much, Auntie. You know that, don't you?" She stood up after a couple of seconds, wiping away her tears, shed automatically and lightly, and turned to join the gentlemen waiting for her. "Let's go," she announced, looking at her husband's face, who nodded and let her lead the way to the vehicles.B.J. stood at attention, getting into the van. The drivers did their job as well. Peter would join the guards, but Carla stopped him."Will you come with us? Please? Unless you have something to do."Peter looked at Max, who subtly shrugged his shoulders. The agent nodded and joined them in the Bentley."Do you want to go somewh

The Davison & Associates offices weren't longer the same. Maximiliano, knowing firsthand the magnitude and opulence of the offices, was quite surprised when the driver parked in a central area, but in front of a residential building.He got out of the vehicle and helped Carla to do the same, and they both walked towards a wide hallway, built with large bricks that, at that time of the morning, plus the cold, looked wet. Archway and entrance to a small open space, a beautiful garden with well-trimmed bushes and flowers everywhere, where the snow could still be seen on every corner, battling with extinguishing or strengthening the beauty of nature."Are these my father's offices?"Maximiliano looked this way, for the exact spot where to go. He could only see wooden walls and doors on the floor below and many windows on the floor above. He would detail everything better, but the cold wouldn't let him."Certainly, I'm not clear what we are doing here," he said, taking out his cell phone a

"Are you ok?" Maximiliano asked after the meeting was over. Carla did not answer.They walked in the cold. Outside, a sudden rain had fallen, not at all long-lasting, but it made the weather worse. To anyone, it would seem that their hurry had to do with the low temperatures. Maximiliano might have been in a hurry because of that, even if he had great endurance every time he'd go through winters, but Carla had other reasons to move fast: not to run into Brandon, not to give him the chance to talk, because she was still not over the shock of having found out that he worked there and she would practically be his boss now. Or worse, that her husband, by contrast, would be his boss. Deep down, in the conscious part of her brain, it all seemed surreal, absolutely crazy. In her visceral part, annoyance and discomfort danced together starring everything.They crossed the short, wide corridor of damp bricks after passing through the landscaped areas. They were reaching the vehicle, when Brand

"This is not fair, it can't be," said Carla as the vehicles belonging to Maximiliano Bastidas and his people entered the castle grounds and the museum that now belonged to him.She put on her gloves with discomfort and prepared her jacket to go out to face the mild weather. Maximilian watched her as long as he could without creating further discomfort between them. She seemed annoyed with him but at the same time with herself. In the only times he spoke to her, she ended up hitting herself with something, the card, the gloves... more than angry or nervous, she seemed anxious."What are you talking about?" he asked, ready to get out of the vehicle, which had stopped in front of an old building whose façade showed magnificence but, at the same time, ruin."I'm from here; I was born in this city. I lived half of my life in it, and it's taking me a while to get used to the climate, but you seem to have been in this city since before you were born."Max laughed lightly and put his hand on

They walked towards the museum, which was a few kilometers away. The whole structure itself, which used to belong to Fred Davison (now owned by Maximiliano Bastidas), used to be known as "The Castle", which—apart from being so—was nothing more than an exhibition of local, a place where works by renowned artists, but mostly from Great Britain, were supposed to be exhibited. However, Maximiliano didn't know important facts. One of the things he did not know, of which he was not informed before that visit, was that there were still objects inside that place, which was supposed to be empty. The businessman was notified of something very different, and Carla, being the owner of the percentage share of the foundation, was living in the structure. He was surprised that she was simply not notified at all, something that Maximiliano was just now corroborating: his wife never received the same document or folio as him and he was anxious to find out what was going on.As they walked, crossing gr