His Love, My Home. [COMPLETED]

Back to the Present

"I can't believe it Marcello! We are here, now, after all of this. O'Marcello, take me in your arms and tell me that this isn't a dream. Tell me that all of those years, the bumps and the hardships, were just a grey cloud that no longer exist. I'm so in love Marcello."

PRESENT:-

I woke up calling for Marcello, but he wasn't anywhere close. I was in Sam's room again. I looked at the time, it was 1in the morning and Sam was not there, yet I knew that he was somewhere around, as I was wearing one of his pajamas.

Marcello

I couldn't believe that we actually failed to track where the phone call came from. The cops at the police station directed us back home, telling us that we will be informed by any news. I and Anderson were sitting hopelessly in my house, until the door rang. I ran to the door thinking that it might be one of the cops, but it was Fiora. She noticed how disappointed I became when I saw her. "Please, come in" I insisted. She waved to Anderson as she made her way to her seat. I stood in front of both of them silently. "I think that I am not the face you were expecting on your porch," she joked. "She is still missing" I sat beside Anderson. "Mr. Marl, I have something that might open your eyes wide on Ivana's issue" she stated. "Please say!" I yelled. "Mr. Sam has been missing," she paused as she saw me filled with anger. "He hasn't attended any of his meetings, or informed about his absence. His secretary too has been trying to reach him, but there isn't any response" she claimed. "It is him then," I stuttered, as I felt defeated. "I am the one who put her in this situation," I started crying. "I can't believe how I wanted to take care of her from him, and then throwing her like that without any further notice of what Sam could do" I regretfully confessed. "Who else does not like her Marcello?" Anderson asked. "What do you mean?" I looked at him rubbing my tears. "No one hated on Ivana before. She only knew Naveen her psychologist and me. Think about it, it might not be Sam who only hates her" as he said that, one woman came into my mind; Natasha!

I took my keys and rushed into my car making my way to the police station. I and the cops went to my home, taking Fiora and investigating with her as we made our way to Natasha's house.

"This is the 10th time I call this lady and yet no reply," Anderson said while I and he were driving after the cops. "Keep on calling" I insisted.

We reached to Natasha's expected house. It is a very old house that is isolated from the city. We kept on knocking the door, yet no reply was found. The cops broke through the house to find out that it was completely empty.

"There is a bad smell over here" Anderson coughed.

"I agree" Fiora second that.

We kept on walking around the house, but the cops asked us to wait outside and not touch a thing.

"Why am I here?" Fiora asked. "I could've just called you" she sighed.

"I am sorry Fiora, I know it is already midnight, don't go to work tomorrow" I sat on the steps.

"I am not asking for a holiday sir, I just hope she is okay" she smiled as she sat beside me.

"I hope she is too" I picked a stone from the ground and threw it away.

"What do you like about her?" Fiora asked.

I looked at Fiora, this was the first time I and Fiora talked about something out of business.

"I don't know Fiora, I just want to make sure that she is—" the cop immediately interrupted as I was talking. "You need to see what we found" he stated.

I and Fiora followed the cop to the basement of the house. Anderson and the two other cops were standing before us. "This is Natasha!" I yelled. "Dead" the cop followed. Fiora couldn't stand the scene, she ran into me covering her eyes. I wrapped my arms around her and took her out of the basement. "You have had enough for tonight Fiora, it is already getting cold and it's late. Let me drop you back home" I opened the door for her.

It didn't take long before I went back to Anderson. Natasha and two other men were completely dead. Who caused that? Could it be Sam? But how did Sam know Natasha? There is something missing in this puzzle.

"So here we are one step closer to Ivana," Anderson said as we left the cops.

"Which step Mr. Williams? This is dangerous" I claimed.

The cop came back to us as we were standing by my car. "We will be going to Mr. Sam's house now" he stated.

"Do you really think that he will be sitting in his place without running away?" I stuttered.

"We have to do our job," the cop said as he went back to his car.

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Knock Knock

There wasn't any answer. I looked at the time, it was 2 in the morning. "Do you really think he is here?" I asked Anderson.

"We will have to wait and see" he replied.

It wasn't too long until the door opened, and it was him; Mr. Sam.