Sequel to His Obsession: (STILL ONGOING- NO I HAVENT DISCONTINUED IT)
As extravagant as love can be, many pay the price to well-enjoy it.
After years of desperate searching, they've grown to accept the fact that those who disappear without a trace...
I didn't think that joining Ales on this expedition was going to involve the majority of the time flying. Neither did I think that I'd be spending so much money traveling to places.
Throughout the entire 17 hour flight, I was constantly overthinking the situation. What in the world would Eric be doing in Monte Carlo? What if we run out of time? What would I say to Eric when I see him? Or if we get to find him at all. . .
"How sure are we that he's here?" I asked Ales skeptically, as we guided ourselves out the airports front doors and toward the city. A step into the daylight stung my eyes, then came the humidity which felt like a slap across my face.
"Danica," she smiled slightly, not meeting my eyes, and waved over for a cab, "If everything was so definite, then things wouldn't be as exciting."
Those words weren't exactly comforting, and neither did I know how we were going to navigate through the city. Everything was in a completely foreign language— French.
A cab skidded to a stop at the curb beside us, and Ales climbed in the back seat with her luggage, as did I.
"Emmenez-nous ici, s'il vous plaît. Allez-y avant midi." Ales handed the cab driver a piece of folded paper and delivered her flawlessly, fluent line.
I threw her a frantic glance at her, "What the hell, Ales? You speak French?"
She shrugged, hiding a smile. "What? You don't?"
I wasn't sure where we were being taken to, all I knew was that Luke called her as soon as we arrived and she jotted down an address on the paper.
The entire car ride mostly consisted of riding alongside luxurious sports cars, not that I was complaining. If anything, it felt as though we're closer than ever to find Eric.
After nearly fifteen minutes, the cab pulled into a narrow, eerily quiet street, and parked in front of old looking apartments.
Ales thanked the driver, paying the fare price, then jumped out the car. Following Ales, she led us into a long walkway outside, in between apartment buildings.
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"Is this where we get kidnapped?" I uncomfortably hesitated to continue walking. She snickered but didn't say anything after that. The silence began to eat me up inside, my instincts were flaring up.
Not much longer we reached a distinct, tall wooden door, and she quickly hammered her fist against it. The door swung open to reveal a middle-aged man, his eyes with a cold glaze penetrating into my soul. His dark greasy hair clung to his skull with small strands falling into his blank eyes.
"Luke didn't mention you bringing a friend." He folded his arms across chest and stared down at us. He spoke English, and suddenly I felt grateful that I wouldn't be left out of the conversation. However, something in his expression told me that he wasn't going to be nearly as friendly as Luke was.
