THE PUZZLED PIECES: Broken Pieces

1|17 ♥ The heartless truth. ♥

"Betrayal doesn't always scream. Sometimes it whispers. Be sure you're listening." - Unknown.

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"Shit!" SMA swore under his breath through the earpiece.

"What's wrong?" Luna asked as she tailed George's car.

"I know where he's headed."

"Even better." Luna responded while overtaking a vehicle to keep George in sight

"I need you to pull back for now."

"What, why?"

"Just do as I say. Plus I need you back at the base for supervision." SMA ordered.

"Well" she blew a bubble with her gum and popped it. "If you say so capo." Braking abruptly, Luna switched gears and reversed quickly, making the car tyres screech as she steered the car into the opposing lane.

"What's your problem you fucking asshole?!" A pissed off driver cussed out.

Winding down her tinted glass, Luna's middle finger shot out in display to whoever the nigga was. Satisfaction filled to her core, Luna stepped on the gas with a full blown smirk to her red lips.

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At the Richard's mansion front door stood George Walsh in contemplation of what to do next. For the past week, his mind had been a wreck. The police had put restrictions on him not to go anywhere near his fiance during their so called 'kidnap' investigation. What was it about the kidnap anyway?

At the end of it all, they concluded it was a false alarm and lowered his restrictions, only permitting him to see her when she would wake up.

Fucking police! George cussed. He was sick worried about his woman but instead of understanding his predicament, he had to deal with their unecessary rules and stupid questions! Was it his fault that some slut took advantage of him when he was drunk? Ofcourse he left that part out but still, this whole incident wouldn't have happened if that slut hadn't showed up. George just hoped to fucking god that Simone had not seen the secret Room or else, he was gonna hunt down that bitch and fuck her life up.

Muscles already tensed up from the pent up emotions inside, George wasn't sure if he should take the risk of entering the mansion without fully knowing if they were truly aware of what happened. Since Irene was most fond of him in the family, he had gotten in touch with her to know how Simone was doing. He had gotten to know she fell unconscious due to a trauma and an alarm had begun ringing in his mind. What if she saw? He hoped not! Or else there'd be chaos!

The front door opened abrubtly, startling him.

"George?" Martha called out.

"Martha!" George became alert.

"When did you arrive?" Martha asked but she already knew. She had been in Mr. Richard's study, trying to take out the trash when she caught sight of George in the CCTV at the front door. She had expected him to come in, but the young man had been standing there for about ten minutes. Worried, she had to do something.

"Oh. I was just about coming in when you opened the door." He smiled.

Feigning a smile in return, Martha welcomed him in. Once he was inside and his gaze away from her, Martha raised a skeptical eyebrow, wondering if all was alright with him. Yes, she wasn't very fond of him. While he thought everyone could be fooled by his fake charms, all but the ice cold Ms. Irene Kamari had their doubts. As for her dear Simonna; that girl's heart was too soft but endured this love that although she tried to hide, had become a burden she decided to bear.