Bond's Of Deception

Chapter 5

Isabelle's POV:

I woke up at 10:30 a.m. looking and feeling constipated, which is nothing compared to the nights Samuel spends  torturing me. I got up from the couch and stretched to release a bit of the pain I was feeling in my muscles.

I headed to our room quietly to see if he was here or not, and luckily he wasn't. Isaac was resting peacefully in his crib, which put me more at ease.

I Thank God that he didn't wake up and witness that horrible conversation. The last thing I need or want for my baby boy, is to pass the trauma cycle of our family onto him. 

After doing my usual check up, I headed to the kitchen to make dinner. Because if not done now, then another beating awaits me.

However, when I opened the fridge I made a horrifying discovery. There was no edible food at all and the only thing that was, was 5 bottles of alcohol and some leftover pizza that Samuel ordered 2 days ago.

Forget the awaited beating. This alone is a life or death situation.

I know my "husband" better than he knows me and the one thing I'm more positive about, which isn't the safety of my life is, that if he comes home to find no food on the table, then the first thing he's going to do is pluck my eyes out of their sockets.

The only option for this situation isn't safe, which is taking the risk to go out and buy the edibles to make dinner.

The chance of getting caught is low but never below zero, and the possibility of being skinned alive by my so-called husband for not putting food on the table is above the 100.

Either situation is risky but the last one is fated.
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Aiden's POV:

I sat on the couch in the hotel room I booked and sighed as this was the 250th call I got from my dad this month.

Sooner or later I'm going to lose my mind from the endless ringing coming from my phone, and especially from the same repeated topic.

Wife this, wife that.

I can't remember the last time I haven't heard that word, because of how much it's been pushed onto me.

The subject in itself is making me hallucinate and I feel as though I'm losing my common sense day by day.

If my dad doesn't put a stop to his annoying habits, I might consider changing my first and last name, moving to a new country and starting a new life.

Looking back at how this all started in the first place made me feel mentally and physically exhausted. 

And just when I was about to fall asleep from tiredness, a vibration from my phone interrupted the peaceful atmosphere.

I was ready to smash my smartphone on the wall, until I saw the name of the caller.

*V.R.*

"Yes?", I pick up.

"Addy! How've you been?"

"Terrible. And how many times have I told you Vincent, not to call me by that ridiculous nickname?", I say sounding annoyed.

"Wow~ Is this how you greet your beloved younger brother after an entire month with no communication?" he said chuckling.

Yes. "V.R." is my younger brother.

Vincent Rodriguez.

"You called me last week, asking for my Netflix password" I comment back.

"OH YEAH! I did. And you didn't send it to me".

"I don't have Netflix"

"Oh? But I thought-"

"Don't think. It's not helpful. Your braincells rotted before you even came out of the womb."

"Wow OK. Rude. And judging by your aggressive tone and sassy attitude, I'm guessing you're still fishing in the sea".

"There's nothing to fish for, when all the underwater creatures are either dead or full of toxic chemicals", I rub my temple.

"Chill Addy, chill. With patience comes great results."

"It's sucess".

"Really? But I thought-"

"Don't".

"OK ok, geez. I'll leave you be since there's no point of talking to you when you're pissed. Take care. Bye".

"Bye".

I breathe heavily as I hang up the phone call.

I rest my head on the couch, hoping to regain the peace I felt earlier.

Vibration

For the love of GOD and every-

*David*

"Yes?"

"Sir, the woman you told me to keep an eye on left her house just this moment. She entered a grocery store that happens to be just down the block."

Suddenly, as if struck by magic, I felt exhaustion leave my body.

"Alright. I will be there. Make sure not to lose sight of her."

"Yes, sir."

I hang up the phone call, grab my coat, essentials and head out the door.

This is the opportunity I've been waiting for.

The decision, she'll hopefully come to, when I pop the question.

Her information wasn't hard to get,  thanks to Lorenzo and his great searching skills. And after reading everything about her I was sure she was the one that would be perfect to make a deal with.

The benefits of her coming with me would be escaping her abusive husband "Samuel Carter", who I infact  witnessed at the bar a few nights ago, making out with multiple woman and making a scene for not wanting to pay for the drink he ordered.

Can't expect professionalism in public from stupid people.

I only found out it was him after I received her information file and read it.

Getting caught up with my thoughts, I didn't realise I arrived at the spot David told me to be at.

I notice him a few meters away from the store, next to my car, and walk over to where he's standing.

"She went in there, sir.", said David pointing at a store that is on the other side of the park. "I'll go and fetch her for you".

I put my hand up to stop him from taking another step and say: "We'll wait till she comes out herself. Ordering her to come along with you, will only frighten her."

Around 6 minutes passed and still no sign of her presence. I was starting to worry.

However, at that moment I saw the doors of the store opening and somebody stepping out.
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Isabelle's POV:

Finding the grocerys that I needed took much longer than I thought, especially since Isaac is hungry and was hanging by a sling around my body.

He kept persisting on drinking milk through the fabric of my sweater every now and then, which only made the situation more frustrating.

Thankfully I succeeded and got the stuff and put them in paper bags.

However just as I stepped out of the store and took 7 steps away from the door, both of the shopping bags ripped and all of the ingredients fell onto the ground.

And to make matters even worse, Isaac started crying from hunger and kicking me with his small feet.

I bent down while patting Isaac's back in hope to calm him down while I pick up the food, that wasn't spilled, due to the edibles not being shielded by glass.

Just as everything seemed to be going downhill for me, a tall figure stood in front of me and said:

"Need a helping hand?"

I look up and my mind was doubting my eyes because of the sight infront of me.