Saudade

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

Scarlett's POV

The hot sun beats down on my porcelain face as we step out of the plane. Nate wraps his arm around me and whispers into my ear. "What do you think?"

"It's...gorgeous," I breathe, taking in my surroundings.

A nice smile creeps across his face, "Good, I'm glad." He leans in and plants a tender kiss on my cheek. "Now wait until you see the hotel," a mischievous smirk crosses his face. Instantly, my body fills with dread. Bile rises in my throat. All I can manage is to nod my head and follow him with trepidation.

We walk through the streets of Samiopoúla, until we are standing in front of a colorful house.

"Is this where we are staying?" I turn and ask Nate.

He shoots me a smile, "Yes it is, baby."

He takes my hand and leads us into the colorful house.

The lady at the front desk turns to face us at the sound of us coming in. Plastering a smile to her face, she greets us, "Welcome to the Inn, my name is Alessia, how may I help you?"

Nate speaks for us, "Hi, we made reservations under Nate Smith."

She quickly rummages through her files and the computer. "Ahh, yes, here you go. Your room is on the top floor overlooking the sea. Best view in the area." She hands us our key.

Nate takes it graciously, "Thank you ma'am."

She smiles and nods at him. As we walk past her, I give her a shy smile, while in return she gives me an apologetic smile.

I wonder why? Does she know I'm here against my will?

Before I am able to ponder my thoughts anymore she grabs my arm and whispers, "Watch your back and check his luggage. Something about him doesn't sit quite right with me."

I stare at her astonished and terrified. How does she know all that?

"Scarlett, come on!" Nate calls out.

I stare at the old lady a second longer before calling back out, "Coming!" I rush to his side.

"What did she want?" he asks curiously, but I could tell that there is an annoyed edge that he is also trying to mask.

"Oh she just wanted to let me know that it's the most romantic and coveted room," I lie through my teeth.

His features soften, "Oh well of course, nothing but the best for my gorgeous fiancée." He kisses the top of my head and I follow him down the hallway to our room.

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Alessia's POV

I watch her tiny frame slink away from me. Call it an old woman's intuition if you will, but something doesn't sit quite right with me about that guy the poor girl is with.

He's up to something I just know it.

The door opens, interrupting me from my thoughts. A black haired girl comes sauntering in. "Hi, I have a reservation under Alicia Flynn." she says, without looking at me once.

Discreetly I roll my eyes and hand her her key. "Thanks," she snatches it away from me.

Just as she is about to walk away, something stops her. She looks me in the eye and that's when I saw it. Pure evil. "By the way, is Nate Smith here yet?"

I simply nod.

She turns on her heel and walks down the hallway.

That confirmed it. Something bad is about to happen to that poor girl. Instantly, I dial an old friend of mine.

"Hey, Mr. Nicolau. Yes, I'm doing fine. But I need you to do a favor for me."

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Scarlett's POV

We settle into our room pretty quickly. Alessia is right, it truly is the best view in the inn.

I turn to look at Nate, to only find him looking down at his phone. His entire demeanor seems to change. "Scarlett, I'm going out for a few to get some stuff. Don't leave. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I whisper, surprised at the sudden harshness in his voice.

Without saying anything else, he turns to leave. Soon I'm left alone in silence.

That's when Alessia's words come crawling back into my head. Should I check his luggage or not? Maybe it's nothing.

My curiosity gets the best of me and I go to open his luggage. Rifling through his clothes, I don't see anything. That is, until something sharp pokes me. Quickly, I draw my finger back to see blood trickling down it.

My eyes grow wide at the sight. Slowly and carefully, I remove clothes until I come face to face with some rope, handcuffs, a knife, and a gun.