Beneath The Surface

Chapter 26 : Echoes of Mystery

--- Ace's POV ---


As I rise from the bed, the remnants of our passion linger in the air, a bittersweet reminder of the intensity we just shared. With purposeful steps, I make my way to the bathroom, the familiar sound of running water soothing my restless mind.


Turning on the faucet, I watch as the bath fills with warm water, the steam rising in gentle wisps. It's a small comfort amidst the turmoil that clouds our hearts.


Returning to the room, I find Bella still lying on the bed, her vulnerability a stark contrast to the strength she exudes. Gently, I scoop her into my arms, her weight a reminder of the trust she places in me.


Carrying her to the bathroom, I lower her into the waiting bath, the water enveloping her in its warmth. Joining her, I settle in behind her, the warm embrace of the water cocooning us both, my gaze is drawn to the scars that mar her back. Marco's words echo in my mind from when he told me about them, a reminder of the pain she carries, both seen and unseen.

Gently, I trace my fingers over the scars, a silent acknowledgment of the battles she's fought and the strength she's shown. But beneath the surface, questions linger, a curiosity born from concern and a desire to understand the depths of her past.

Yet, as I touch the scars, I'm reminded of the trust she's placed in me, allowing me to share this intimate moment with her. And in that moment, I vow to protect her, to stand by her side as she faces whatever demons haunt her past.

After a while, the water begins to cool. I reluctantly rise from the comforting embrace of the bath. Wrapping myself in a towel, I step out onto the cool tile floor, feeling the warmth of the bathroom fade away.


Quickly drying myself off, I reach for another towel, intent on helping Bella out of the bath. Gently, I extend my hand to her, offering support as she rises from the water. As she stands before me, wrapped in the soft fabric, I can't help but feel a surge of protectiveness wash over me.


Carefully, I guide her out of the tub, ensuring her footing is steady before wrapping her in the towel. Drawing her close, I hold her against me, the warmth of her skin a comforting presence against my own. In this moment, I'm grateful for the simple intimacy we share.


With a gentle nod, I guide Bella back into the room, offering her space to gather herself and get dressed. As she moves to slip into her clothes, I quietly do the same, stealing glances at her as I gather my thoughts. "Are you feeling up to joining me downstairs?" I ask gently, extending my hand towards her.


Bella hesitates for a moment before nodding, her expression a mix of uncertainty and gratitude. She reaches out, taking my hand, and together we make our way downstairs.


As we enter the kitchen, Marco is seated at the counter, quietly sipping his coffee. I nod towards him, acknowledging his presence, and I can't help but notice the flicker of relief that crosses his face as his gaze lands on Bella. It's a subtle shift, but it speaks volumes.


I take charge of making coffee for both Bella and myself, noticing her move to sit beside Marco at the counter. The atmosphere feels lighter somehow, and I'm grateful for the sense of normalcy returning to our interactions.

I glance over my shoulder as I prepare the coffee, noticing Marco's subtle yet deliberate movement towards Bella. There's a tenderness in his gesture, a silent invitation for her to lean into his support. And to my relief, she responds, allowing Marco to pull her closer to him. Marco's embrace is protective, almost possessive, as if he fears Bella might slip away again. He holds her close, his arms a shield around her, and plants a tender kiss on top of her head. It's a gesture filled with care and concern, a silent reassurance that he's there for her.


With Bella settled by Marco's side, I place her coffee gently in front of her, offering a soft smile as I lean in to plant a tender kiss on top of her head, mirroring Marco's gesture. It's a small display of affection, a silent reminder that she's not alone, that we're both here for her, no matter what.


As Marco's phone rings, the sudden intrusion breaks the tranquil atmosphere of the kitchen. His brows furrow in confusion as he glances at the caller ID, revealing an unknown number. Given Marco's reputation, receiving a call from an unknown number is certainly unusual, sparking immediate suspicion. With a wary glance, he accepts the call, holding the phone to his ear. Silence greets him from the other end, stretching on for an uncomfortable moment. Just as Marco opens his mouth to speak, the call abruptly terminates, leaving us both on edge, wondering about the mysterious caller's intentions.