Kiara's pov "Why are you screaming, sir?" "Won't you do something already?" I was startled at the man's reaction when I mentioned the scorpion tattoo."Ain't you going after him with your men?" I ask again when I notice that he is all lost in his thoughts. "Mister... Mister... Sir?" "Damn it,” I muttered loudly. I had to tap him a little before he got back to reality. "What?.. oh, sorry, you can go home now, okay?" "Drop your phone number; I will dial it if we find something okay," he says. I can see how nervous he has become; his hands were shaking. "No,” not until I press an official charge against them. I want to find them at all costs, don't you?“Then go to some other officer; don't make my life worse, please,” he shouted arrogantly at me. I wonder why he was scared of the scorpions, or whatever they call themselves."I appreciate... thank you, sir." I murmured and went to the other police officer, a female this time. She was busy with his phone, playing a game, I guess, becau

MATEO'S POV Today has been a clusterfuck since the morning. I can't tell if the bad luck is on my side. First, my mate went missing after only meeting her for the first time, and now the woman who can provide me with the information I require is ill. Maybe she will be at the mortuary now. God knows the hell that would have happened if I hadn't come a bit earlier. I'm too stressed to think, and I'm hungry as fvck.I went into a nearby hotel to get a good meal—Savante Hotel was there. head swiveled and watched as I walked in, but I didn't care. I order polenta and cured meat and dig in once my order arrives. It tastes delicious, but still, I feel empty inside. I pay for my meal, then take my jacket and car keys and leave the hotel. My phone buzzes, and the caller ID shows it is Caleb, my assistant. I clicked the blue button and placed the phone on my ear. "I got all the girls from the night party, boss."Caleb's voice sounds more scared than real. I know something is amiss even thou

KIARA'S POV. I have been sitting, hiding under a blanket, and anxiously eating one bar of chocolate after another while watching a high school romance series on N*****x for the past two hours. The working class has long gone to work, but I took a leave from work. to attend to myself. I had pretended to be sick and taken a leave of absence from work for my own safety.I have a feeling that those men would come again looking for me, and this time they might really get me. But why would they be looking for me? While chewing on my nails, I ponder but receive no response.I am still engrossed in my thoughts when I hear a firm knock at the door. “OMG! Oh my god! This is bad! This is bad! Very bad!“ I chant while moving up and down in my room. I wasn't expecting anyone. I literally know no one here except Mila, but she would be working at this time. Or is it Jim? At first, I wanted to pretend I did not hear the knock, but it persisted. I stand on shaky legs as I approach the front door. At

Kiara's pov I scrambled out of the car as soon as it rolled to a stop, desperate to put distance between me and the man standing beside me in the car. Being confined in such a small place was suffocating and had my heart pounding so hard. I dressed my glasses so that they fit perfectly.I wished I could untie my hair because I definitely look like that nerdy girl who could be easily intimidated. The house even looked more intimidating when I stood before it, and every wall was lined with armed guards with guns tucked into their belts. I looked back to see the big black gate that had sealed me inside. They were impenetrable, standing at least twenty feet tall. The cold wind howled through the iron, rattling it.As the atmosphere became more pervasive, I shivered. “Let's go in,” the man growled in my ear, his hands curling around my shoulder as he pushed me a little. He tugged me towards the entrance. Striding quickly, I struggled to keep up. I attempted a few times to free myself from

KIARA'S POV I spent the night tossing and turning, unable to take my mind off everything that had changed drastically. I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for me.What will they do with me? If the man asks me to marry him or date him, will I be able to say no, or will my timid self accept everything in a hurry? This worried me a lot, and I had to memorize how to reject him in my mind. When the sun finally rose the next morning, I had eyebags under my eyes. I propped myself up on one elbow. I let out a sigh as I tried to open my eyes fully, feeling the fatigue of a restless night's sleep. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, hoping to lessen the puffiness. I could feel the tightness of my skin, a sure sign that I had spent the night tossing and turning. I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, hoping a splash of cold water on my face would help wake me up. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but groan at the sight of my tired, puffy eyes staring back at me