ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇs

08

J A N E

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I stand near the bannister, Lucian stood beside me. The cold breeze, in the night, blows making me shiver. I glance at him only to see he is already looking at me.Well, if he hadn't come to rescue me, I don't know what would have happened. I owe him a thanks.

"... Thanks.. for earlier.. "

I thanked nervously. He didn't respond. His stare locked to mine. I feel terror building up inside me. Can't he say 'it's ok' and simply walk away? What should I do now? Explain myself for being here?..

"What were you doing here? "

He said standing tall in front of me. Ha! Can't he see I am carrying Cloe in my hands?

"She ran away so I came here to look for her. "

I answered. I watched as he took a step ahead coming close, his gaze still piercing through mine.

"Do you know where you stepped in? "

He enquired. My brows creased. I looked around only to notice guards standing at every corner holding ammunitions in their hand. I unconsciously stepped back clenching Cloe to my chest.

"Where..? "

I asked.

"It's restricted area. You shouldn't have come here. "

My heartbeat rose, my breath hitching in the back of my throat. Restricted? Is it the West Side, that Abigail mentioned? Shit.! Wow, Jane what you got yourself in? Great. Just Great!
I gulped thinking about the consequences I have to face!

"What.. now? "

I asked, terrifying for even thinking about something.

"You should leave from here. Now. Michelle will escort you back to the mansion. "

I nodded, without thinking about anything I followed the man, Michelle. I literally ran from there. God! What if Damien will know about it? He will surely kill me! Uff. But I don't know when I even stepped in there. I was just searching Cloe. It's not only my fault.!

Michelle escorted me to the mansion hall, he has black hairs, piercings in ears. Clad in all black. Why does everyone here is so disciplined or whatever. And here, me, roaming the whole property in night set, as if I owned it! Scoffing to myself. I made my way to the stairs.

Emily called me from behind. I turned to look at her direction.

"Madam, have you found cloe? "

"Yes. "

"Okay, dinner is ready? "

"Oh, okay please send it to my room. I'll have it there. "

"Sure."

She walked away before bowing a little. I turned, heading for my room.
My feets come to halt, a women maybe in her forties, descends from second floor. She bowed a little before passing past me. I looked at her retreat back, before heading for my room. What was she doing upstairs? Isn't Damien don't allow anyone on his floor? Whatever!

Am I thinking too much about him? Of course, after all I am here because of him. Didn't he need me to do something for him? But what? Is he short of something? He is rich, and can buy anything he wants. The Hernandez family is know for their power and influence over the United States. What can I possibly do for him?