"You don't want me..." I breathed, selfishly leaning into his touch. But I quickly pull away.
"I'm different and so not your type," I muttered, looking everywhere else but at him. He frowns slightly, eyes simmering.
"God, Anna." He exhaled, cool bre...
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Monaco.
1 am
MICHAEL
" Michael..." My mother's breathy voice seeped through the phone
" Mother." l sat up looking over at the clock. It's 1:00 in the morning on my end.
"it's very early Mother, what's wrong?" the loud silence on her end, stirred up a sour feeling in my gut.
" Michael..." she paused. "Mara's missing," she said quietly.
What? My blood runs cold.
"Michael-"
"How did that happen, mother?" I spoke, my voice coming out dryly. I didn't know how to or what to say.
"Michael," she says my name again without any useful information,
" everyone was supposed to be by her side while I was gone!" I tried to say calmly but now it's becoming a reality. My pregnant wife was missing.
"Michael, I'm sorry-" I hung up.
F*ck.
This has to be a bad dream. Perhaps a joke. We were supposed to see each other, to talk and just catch up. i was going to hold her in my arms for the fist time in four agonizing days.
For the first time since Mara's late-night incident, I didn't know how to describe how I felt.
My pregnant wife was missing.
It feels like my heart has been ripped out of my chest.
I sat up, moving over to the edge of the bed. A sigh soon followed as I slid down onto the floor, running my hands through my hair pulling on them. my heart started racing, a mile per second.
How? Who took her? so many questions raked the walls of my mind and all dialed down to me failing to keep her safe.
She was supposed to be safe.
"damn it!" I finally exploded, flipping the bedside table into the wall spilling its contents. my nose flared, my heartbeat quickened as I thought of the many possible things that could go wrong. silence filled the room while I paced around, not able to remain still. i called the chief of police demanding he start a search for my wife.
Isaiah and Mason are fucking dead when i get my hands on them.
I leaned my back against the wall, sliding down with my head in my hands. the tears that had welled up these past few minutes quietly fell. not a single sound came from me, as I cried my eyes out in the darkness. the sound of footsteps soon filled the hallway as it approached my door. I didn't move from my spot on the floor as the bedroom door opened,
"Michael." my brother's deep voice broke the silence. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't lift up my head to look him in the face. because I can already tell the look he had on now- what he had in mind.
