My heart sunk as I enter my home, exhausted and irritated from the wasted time due to the canceled trip. "Mia?" I call out the moment I step through the front door. I know that she had to be in the house and couldn't go anywhere, but I needed to hear her voice, but she doesn't answer and I was not surprised at all when I discover her in the bedroom, hastily packing her bags. She did after all promise me to be gone when I came back and I know her to be one to put her words to action, but I approach her anyway. "Mia, what's going on? Why are you packing?"She freezes for a moment, her eyes visibly red from crying. She sniffle and repy, her voice strained, "I'm leaving, Ben. I'm leaving because you walked out that door." She remind me again. Now she is just overreacting. I shake my head, trying to gather thoughts and hide the amusement on my face."Mia, I didn't exactly leave. The trip got canceled." My words seem to fall on deaf ears as Mia continue to pack, tears streaming down her face
"Fuck!" I slam onto the sterringwheel of the car as the clock struck midnight and I race through the dimly lit streets of the city on my quest to find Mia. I have given her my card and my car, but she left in the morning and I did expect her to actually be back at this time. Concern etched into every line on my complexion, I couldn't shake the worry that nibble at my heart or the unwelcome thoughts of what might happen to her, after all she is mostly unfamiliar with the city's streets and she has only gone anywhere escorted by either me, my mother or someone that worked for me. Yes, she occasionally go to the nearby shopping square alone, but the City at night is something way different. My mind flash back to the frantic call I received from my security team earlier in the evening while I was using al my energy to gather information on where her mother was, when they informed me that they had found my car, the one I gave to Mia, abandoned in the shady part of town known for its crime
My life was begining to feel like dejavu. Everyday I worked on finding Mia's mother and every night I worked on finding Mia, somewhere drunk and behaving like a fucking teen. I was so sertain that we had a small break through last night, but I guess I was wrong, I shrug taking in a deep breath to start my newly found nightly routine... Again. I approach bartenders, bouncers, and fellow clubbers, desperation driving my inquiries. But no one had any information about a drunk or sober woman matching Mia's description. The night turn into early dawn as I continue to scour every corner of the city. The initial adrenaline dissipated, but my will remained unyielding. I couldn't bear the thought of Mia out there alone and not in full control. Usually by this time we have found her. With weary steps, I find myself back in the district where Mia''s car has been found. Despite the dimly lit streets, I push forward, fueled my love for her. My heart aching with every step, imagining the worst-case
I was on my way to where the men on my security team said that Mia's mother is located when I received a phone call from Achille who told me to wait where I am, he had something important to share and that one of the teams already did a sweep at the location and it came up clean. Just another abandoned warehouse found. At first I did not want to pull over and I did not see why I should, but I couldn't fight the nagging feeling inside the pit of my stomach that forced me to stop and that is exactly why I am currently standing at the edge of the highway with my heart pounding inside my chest, threatening to break free. And my mind racing with worry and frustration as I pace up and down next to my car with my hands in my pockets, waiting for the arrival of my brother and Tomasso, who I entrusted with the duty of protecting Mia.The sound of approaching footsteps grow louder and I turn to face the men walking towards me, their solemn expressions speakin volumes before they even uttered a
The mere frustration of being unable to locate Mia is about to drive me out against my own office walls. That I am trapped here while I have to rely so heavily on my trusted security team for assistance is completely and totally Achille's plan of keeping me out of the way. And maybe to prevent me from starting to kill everyone that looks at me wrong. How was I supposed to concentrate on work when I sat here doing nothing while Mia is missing? "Ciao." I talk into the phone ringing unexpectedly, shattering the tense silence in the room surrounding me and my heart almost skip a beat when I recognize the caller ID; Tomasso, with trembling hands and a small glince of hope I answer the phone, my voice full of desperation. "Tomasso, what news do you have?" I ask anxiously, my voice choking with emotion and my heart hopeful of the idea that they found Mia."Ben, we have found Isabelle." The words echoe through the phone receiver, bringing both relief and urgency to my heart and mind."Where i
I am at a lost of words with a deep sense of disappointment and frustration as I drive through the familiar streets towards my house. The days events leaving their fiery drives - anger, resentment, and a desperate desire to make things right when I notice the three cars trailing me. Their occupants, dressed inconspicuously in jeans and colorful dress shirts. They have been following me for some time and I presumed that they were some of Manfredio's men at first, but now I was starting to wonder when I turn into my street, the roar of engines surrounding me and before I am able to push down on the gas the car is boxed in.Instinctively, my fight-or-flight response kick in. My heart racing, adrenaline surging through my veins, and I prepare to defend himself against the unknown threat when I step out of my car and face the three vehicles head-on, but first I hit the call button hoping that Achille picks up and is able to hear what was happening. "Who are you?" I shout, my voice loaded wi
Just as soon as I thought it couldn't get worse than my bloodied and bruised aching body that stabbed me with each breath, my mind swirl with a mix of pain and confusion, unable to comprehend what my eyes make me see. The situation becoming even more dreadful. It has been years since I last saw her. I shut my eyes opening them again stop my mind from playing tricks ons me. This is not the time to start hallusinating, but she doesn't go away... The woman that stand before me, the woman I once knew and loved. The room was silent, except for my labored breathing, she doesn't say anything, she walks deeper into the room, silently and slowly taking each stride. Her green eyes filled with rage, sadness, and a strange longing. She has aged gracefully, her face lined with the pain she endured over the years, the same pain that is twisting her expression now. She stop a few feet away from me, her eyes locking onto my battered face."Surprised to see me?"." She questions her tone laced with raw
"Ben!" Mia's voice rip me from my slumber and there she was standing in front of me dressed in one of her summer dresses, her hair falling over her shoulders in waves to her perfect waist. My Mia, the angel that saved me from myself and gave me everything that I didn't even know I needed. "What are you waiting for?" She smiles her lips strecthing accros her flawless face. "Come on." She moves her arm in a calling manner and without any hesitation I try to stand up, but my arms and legs doesn't let me move. I am still tied to the fucking chair and when I look back up she is gone. Dissappeared into thin air. "What are you looking at?" My tormentor spit just before he slam his face into the side of my ribs and the crackling sound of one of my ribs breaking pears through the air. "I bet that hurt." His laughter echoes of the walls. "I am going to ask you this one last time and if you do not answer me honestly then I will have to start getting creative." He promise. "Where do you keep the