Split Love

CHAPTER 55

The sky was already dark when Micah left the FBI building. Standing at the door, he recognized Damien's black Audi waiting for him. Ignoring the agent who accompanied him to the exit, he walked down the few steps and got into the car.

- Everything ok? - His brother asked apprehensively.

The car's headlights illuminated the streets as Damien easily dodged cars in traffic. Micah's eyes were fixed straight ahead, but his mind was far away as he tried to make sense of the agent's words.

Until then, the Irish being involved in Jasmine's kidnapping was the only thing that made sense to him. He had analyzed the possibilities from different angles before, however, he knew he was wrong. There was something more. And at that moment, his mind began to struggle again in an unhealthy way. Redundant considerations impeded clear thinking and made Micah feel like a cornered animal.

- Something is wrong. - He grunted to himself.

His cloudy eyes darted frantically from side to side. He looked at his wristwatch and seeing that it was already past 8 pm, he instructed Damien to go to the nightclub.

He needed a drink.

Damien parked on the side of the building. They didn't exchange any words during the ride despite Micah noticing his brother's uneasiness. He wanted to ask more, but he knew Mikhail too well to know when he should keep his mouth shut.

The bouncer opened the door as soon as Micah got out of the car. He walked through the luxurious hall created for him who liked to walk in the shadows - or the rich and famous who didn't like to be seen on the main street.

From the elevator, it was already possible to hear the music from the DJ blaring all around.

- I need you to stay by my side all night, - He said to Damien.

- Of course.

- So I don't kill someone tonight. - He concluded when the door opened, letting the music drown out his voice.

The air felt static as they walked into the VIP lounge. Strangely, Micah could feel his skin itching. Even in the darkness, eyes followed him like arrows, some with envy and others with admiration.

He hadn't stepped foot inside his club since the night before Jamie disappeared and he didn't remember being gone for so many days since he opened that place.

Ignoring it, Micah headed to the central lounge at the front of the club, where he always sat. It was a privileged place where he could see the entire hall.

Privileged, he scoffed. Jasmine was right in front of you and you didn't see her, jerk.

Sitting on the curved leather sofa, his eyes quickly reached the place where she had been standing for minutes watching him. He had already watched the recording of that night thousands of times, so many times that he had memorized every second of that damn night in his head.

And like a bloody deja-vu, Vanessa sat on his lap. He was too distracted to notice her approaching from the other side.

His body tensed as she ran her long fingers down his back until she grabbed his neck and moved closer. Her mouth was too close to his ear.

- I missed you. - Her sickening voice penetrated his body like a poison, killing everything it found.

Micah looked at her with disdain, leaning his body back to get as far away from that bitch as possible. But before his eyes met her black ones, he looked back at the place Jamie had been standing.

She was there, so close, he could feel her hurt eyes watching him. Like the blue Caribbean sea full of sharks, those beautiful, joyful eyes stabbed him to death.