Have been missing for awhile. I know that and I am truly sorry. But this story is almost over. Two more chapters (or three) and it will be over for sure. I still don't know if I will do a sequel but if so, it will probably be about Marco.
Anyway, I Won't Let You Go Again will be over by Wednesday night (it's currently 10:30 pm here, Monday, of course, so you can do the math easily).
Thank you for your patience. You guys have been amazing.
Two weeks
Hannah woke up with a smile. Just like she had been for the past two weeks. She lifted the sheets to see a heavy arm on top of her, preventing her from going anywhere.
She turned around and her smile grew bigger when Christian's face was right in front of her. Over him, she could see the door slowly opening and a little head peeking inside.
(Marco) "Mommy?" – he whispered.
She motioned him to get inside as she lifted her head to see her son better.
(Marco) "Mommy, I'm hungry." – he rubbed his eye tiredly.
(Hannah) "Let's wake daddy up and prepare breakfast, alright?" – she whispered.
Instantly, a grin made its way to Marco's lips as he nodded excitedly. He climbed on the bed and put his little hands on Christian's arm.
(Marco) "Daddy!" – he yelled.
Christian jerked on the bed, sitting up abruptly and making the little boy fall off the bed, but before his body could hit the ground, his father managed to grab Marco's ankle to catch him.
(Hannah) "Christian!" – she scolded him.
Marco started giggling while Christian lifted him onto the bed.
(Marco) "I want to do it again!" – he laughed.
(Christian) "Some other time, buddy." – he chuckled.
(Hannah) "Let's go make breakfast."
Marco jumped out of the bed and ran down the stairs to the living room to watch his morning cartoons. But Christian had other ideas in mind. And Hannah realized that when she was about to stand from the bed too but he grabbed her arm and pinned her beneath him.
(Christian) "Good morning." – he smirked.
She grinned.
(Hannah) "Good morning."
He leaned his head down to connect his lips to hers. He didn't want to rush the kiss. He wanted to kiss her softly and passionately, and that was what he was doing. His lips caressed her lightly, as if hers were made of glass.
She kept humming against his lips, her moans mixing with her muffled words to make him stop but he wasn't letting her speak.
That was until a phone dinged on the nightstand, which made him pull back. Hannah stretched her arm to reach the device and turned the screen to her direction, only then realizing it was Christian's phone she was holding and that had a notification.
But before she turn her gaze away from the screen, her eyes had already scanned the words the text message was displaying.
The subject is still under surveillance. Everything is under control.
Ian.
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I Won't Let You Go Again
Romance(Sequel to: Don't Let Go) Five years after Hannah was kidnapped, she's still living with her captor. Until one day, someone that appeared before her lover once, claims that wants to help. That someone gives her something that has her believe in hope...
