Emily
“Why are we going our own ways?” While driving through the unlocked gates of Mathew’s property, I questioned Nicola.
Mathew, on his motorbike, sped passed the Porsche and continued on his way towards the city.
Nicola followed him and stepped on the gas. “At least for the time being. ”
It bothered me that we weren’t a whole unit in the automobile. In my opinion, it was not a good idea for us to separate.
“We need to see my dad at the eatery,” Nicola said. “Jim may have already phoned to tell him what he observed, but it’s still important that we find him. We need to elaborate. ”
“And what are we going to say?” To my dismay, I inquired. “Will your dad be okay with the three of us becoming an item?”
His white knuckles on the driving wheel were a clear sign of his stress. The answer is probably not. However, it may be significant enough for him to defend us against the rest of the clan. He looked across at me for a moment. “I’m sorry to drag you into this, but neither of us can afford to leave you alone on the estate. Basically, you should just stick close to me. ”
“However, what about Mathew? Exactly where does he want to go now? ”
“If Jim hasn’t already gone to the restaurant, he’s going to make an effort to track him down. Jim may just visit my dad without us having to become involved. ”
“If we don’t get fortunate, then what?”
“Occasionally, he’d get a tickle in his jaw. Jim may opt to see my dad’s adversary, Castin. Because of what I’ve done, he may turn his back on our biological family. ”
He put his hand on mine and gave me a tight grip. The things we have in common are not problematic. Others in my life, though, won’t share my perspective. He put his hands back on the wheel and stepped on the accelerator. “Just a moment, Honey. We’re preparing to do something illegal. ”
Nicola stopped in front of his family’s eatery. I had no doubt that the parking ticket he would get would be far less than the fines for the several traffic infractions he had committed on the way here. The fact that we hadn’t been pulled over was a miracle, but I was sure he’d be receiving a citation for blowing through at least one red light.
After that terrifying journey, my heart was pounding in my chest. Although Nicola seemed to be in command at all times, the breakneck pace was unsettling.
We crossed the street to the restaurant’s entrance together after he opened my vehicle door and sheltered me with his body.
He muttered, “Shit,”.
They turned out the lights and left the building dark and desolate. The closed sign was reversed on the glass door.
Time now: 6:00 p. m. It’s expected that the eatery will be open and bustling with customers. As Nicola searched for the correct key on the vehicle keys, I saw my stomach churn with anxiousness. When we were ready to enter, he inserted it through the door’s lock.
The doorway to the rear dining room where I had eaten with Nicola’s family the night I was poisoned was partially illuminated. After closing the door, Nicola moved in front of me to block the sound of the conversations outside.
“Stay behind me,”
As we made our way across the deserted restaurant, I shuffled along after him. As we got closer to the door, I thought I’d be able to make out the conversation better, but it turned out that the door was designed to muffle noise. We can only hear the folks on the opposite side if they are yelling.
The discomfort I was feeling had grown.
Jim almost certainly has informed Nicola’s dad, and we can only imagine how upset he is.
As I did so, I drew a big breath. To reassure myself, I assured myself that everything would be well. Just wait till we’re done explaining, and everything will be OK.
When I thought back to Nicola father’s greeting of Nicola, I was reminded of the real excitement in his eyes at finally meeting me. He cherished his role as a father. His protection of Nicola from harm was absolute.
My cry of surprise agony came when something solid slammed into my ribs. One hand quickly covered my lips, stifling the noise.
Horror rushed through my veins. Even without being able to see it, I knew the hard thing shoved up against my side was a pistol.
As soon as Nicola turned around, he realized it was too late. As he reached for me, my captor yanked me away.
A look at the gun at my side caused Nicola to freeze, his face turning white.
‘Let her go, Samule,’ he commanded. “She’s totally unrelated to this.”
“I didn’t pick up on that.” The man whose voice I had heard in the restroom when Nicola and Mathew had taken me out to dinner with them had called me. “I heard she participated in your mini sex riot. ” He leaned in close to my hair and took a deep breath, apparently to take in my aroma. “She has a pleasant aroma for someone who is such a skank. ”
Nicola advanced toward the situation. As Samule pressed the gun even further into my side, I flinched in pain.