Which Billionaire

Chapter 28

I stare over the sunbathed garden in front of me. I cross my legs as I sit on the bench, looking down at the small pebbles, I move my feet and kick a few around. The sun beats down on me but the air is so clear and the flowers are all bloomed and vibrant. I knew I should have brought a book out here but I'll be leaving soon to meet Vincent, I smile at the thought.

This is our fourth time meeting, Theo has yet to find out about the phone and I don't think he suspects anything, thank god. My injuries have healed for the most part, I had a doctors appointment to check everything and they advised me to wear my brace for one more week but I can't, that thing was annoying. They said my head has healed as much as its going to get but told me to still stay on the medicine if it hurts. More hair has grown over the patch and it's hardly noticeable, my ribs still have yellow and green bruises but they feel much better, a little sore but I can deal. The whole getting my father paid out from Theo's company is coming along Vincent said he made some calls and found someone...all of this could really end soon.

I smile and lean back, Theo's leaving out of town for the next two days so we should be clear. I've been iching to see Vincent ever since last time. I just have to wait another hour. I wish I could leave now but Theo still hasn't left yet. I look over at the house to see him on the phone in the open garage. He looks stern and annoyed, as usual, as he says a final sentence and ends the call. I notice the phone in his hand is a prepay, a very cheap phone. He closes it and puts it in his pocket...I wonder if he was talking to his-...people. The thought makes me shutter. I wonder if he's going to meet with someone to make another one of his deals for the drugs. Of course the one man my father wanted me to marry was the one that would blackmail us and rest the balance of his life in my hands. I sigh and roll my eyes...this has to end soon.

Theo climbs in his car and speeds off, if only it was as easy as climbing in a car and leaving him forever. But no I have to worry about him ordering a hit on my family or me, I have to worry about him hurting Vincent or sending my father to jail if I say a word. But I wasn't going to let that fear take me from Vincent, it wouldn't solve anything it would only hurt me more. I need him, he will help me get out of this.

I lean my head back and close my eyes, shadows of the leaves on the trees above me blow with the wind and cast different shapes over my closed lids. The wind feels so nice and I try to forget the constant fear that seems to never leave my heart.

I'm startled to hear Sofia "Mrs.Taylor?" She says and I jump a little and open my eyes

"Sorry" I say taking a deep breath and face her "what is it?" I ask looking up at the familiar tan face, her brown eyes on me and hair, as usual, pulled in a tight bun

"This" she says and only now do I notice the yellow package in her hands "it's addressed to you, I didn't want Mr.Taylor to see" she says and hands it to me "and your purse" she says taking it off her shoulder "I saw him digging around in it and thought I should bring it to you" she says

I take my purse and scramble through it, thankfully my phones on me. I wonder what he was doing in my purse, nothing looks out of place.

I nod, thanking her, and take the package even though I'm confused on who it could be from. She smiles and walks away, back up to the door. I stare down at the yellow envelope, no writing, no stamp, nothing. I turn it over and start to peel back the seal. I look around and reach in, pulling out a stack of slick paper. My head tilts in confusion, I look down and flip over the stack to show pictures.

I gasp and drop the photos, slapping both my hands over my mouth. I sit there, not believing my eyes. There are photos of me and Vincent together, multiple, from the three times we've seen each other. With a pounding heart and shaking sweaty hands I flip through them. They are just random snaps of us together at Annie's, us walking in and leaving. Tears cloud my vision as I come up to the last picture. I flip it over to see writing