The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 23

Emily

Time passed, and as much as I despised the idea, it was time to get back to the mansion. I waited on the cab, in an alley right around the corner of a mall. 

I couldn't help but wonder what Alessio was doing at the moment. He went away for business, but what kind of business?

Whenever those thoughts crossed my mind, I seEmilyed to realize the true situation. He did not have a normal job, that family was not normal anyone in this city knew that.

God knew he was blasting bullets through somebody head.

Perhaps something as disgusting as selling people, maybe even something horrific like organs?

I cringed, shaking my head. Whatever it was, it was not legal. That much I can tell you.

"Emily," my thoughts got interrupted by a too familiar male voice. No, no, no...

Instantly knowing who it belonged to, I took a deep breath and turned around with my eyes closed. I felt like sinking through the floor, because that probably would've been better than the confrontation that was about to follow.

I had been so careless, and these were the consequences.

It couldn't end like this. It just couldn't.

A tight and aggressive grip around my wrist made me open my eyes, and there he stood. The man I had been trying to avoid, Jason.

"Did you really think you could get away from me?"

I was trapped in Jason's grip, with no way to go as my heart raced with fear. Even though it had barely been a second, looking into those hardened blue eyes that were once so soft felt like ages.

His hair had grown longer, around neck length and the short beard the usually groomed Jason had always maintained had grown. I breathed like I had just ran a marathon, and with every breath I did a silent prayer for this all to be nothing more than a terrible nightmare.

It took me several breaths before the harsh reality set in. It wasn't a nightmare, I couldn't escape this moment.

"You dumb bitch," Jason hissed, shaking his head in disgust. The hatred his voice carried was equal to a spear through my heart as images of the past began to find its way to my mind.

"Please, let go of me," I begged, whispering with a hoarse voice.

Unamused, Jason only squeezed tighter, digging his cold fingers into my flesh. "You thought you could take my daughter and run?" he yelled, his face nearly red of anger. His warm breath filled my nostrils, and I could smell a hint of liquor and cigarettes.