MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 42

Ann’s POV

The van stops in an alley before suddenly pushing forward and then stops again a few seconds later.

I am about to ask where we are. I stare out of the car window and see Vicente standing beside a large door.

It looks like a warehouse.

Warmth spreads through me as his eyes land on me, giving me assurance, courage, and confidence that everything will be okay.

I am not supposed to be here, but I insisted on coming along with them, so he asked Luca and some of the men to come with me.

Why are we here anyway? I thought we were going to meet at Isaac’s hideout.

From what I could grasp from his conversation with Fernando earlier this noon, Isaac is no longer where I know as home.

That put another fresh stab of fear in me.

What if he goes into hiding again?
But I trust Vicente on this. He made me promise I wouldn't come out of the car, no matter what.

I am praying I won't.

Vicente flashes me a small smile, then turns his back on me to give directions again before taking long strides towards the van.

“Are you ready?” he asks from afar, but I watch his mouth move, so I nod gingerly.

Despite the aura of confidence around him forcing me to let courage take over my fear, I can't deny the dread spinning in my stomach.

This is a big deal.

Tonight will be the end of Isaac. I will see my mother.

We will be reunited again, even though I don't know what she would think of me now, what she would think of me abandoning her and not contacting her for years, or what she would think of my new life and my husband.

Would she like Vicente since he is in the Mafia too, or would she be scared that he will turn out to be Isaac?

He was sweet at first. I mean Isaac Rossi. Before they got married, I remember how he used to send her to give me some chocolate cakes and other gifts.

That stopped after the marriage, and she moved in with them. He didn't hesitate to show his real attitude after they got married in court with just a few people present.

Sometimes, I pity my mother. Other times, I don't.

Now, I pity her more than anything else. Isaac Rossi was her mistake, and I will make sure that mistake becomes a thing of the past.

His hands find mine through the window as he opens the van door, signaling to me to step out.

I obey quietly.

He shouts out orders to the soldiers before dragging me along with him to another car.

A black jeep which I have never seen among the cars in the mansion.

I enter, and he moves around to slouch into the driver’s seat as well.

Two seconds later, the back seats are filled with four soldiers holding firmly onto their weapons.
I try to look calm.

Vicente’s hand finds mine again as he presses a shotgun into my hand.

“Just in case,” he mutters quickly before I can object. “Someone might try to come near the car or attack you. This is just to defend yourself.”

I nod.

“Remember to stay put. Don't come out unless I tell you to, okay?”

“Ok.”