HandCuffs

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Over Thinking

Well, my week in Paris was over and I still had an entire week to fill before I returned to work.

I hadn't heard from Beau or Mr Stalk, and was definitely having withdrawals from my man.

It hurt to be away from Beau but I knew there was nothing I could really do.

It was out of my control.

I wanted something to do. I felt so alone right now and I can't spend my life at my parents house.

I have to get to grips with this on my own.

It's 7.30am and I'm wide awake; TV on a music channel trying to make me feel upbeat, and I'm in the kitchen making high fat, high calorie deserts so this evening I can devour my feelings with a sad film and a bottle of wine;

Chocolate eclairs

Mississippi mud pie

Chocolate chip cookies

Sticky chocolate fudge brownies

And home made chocolate chip ice cream.

Yeah I'm a bit of a kitchen freak; I love to bake and experiment with new recipes.. Don't judge me! Food is amazing!

By 1.30pm, I have finished baking and cleaning up; the house smells wonderful and I can't wait to pig out tonight!

I am going to make a lamb mint stew with dumplings now so I have some real home cooked food first.

After spending a full 45 minutes preparing the meat, vegetables and herbs, I brown off the meat and throw everything into the slow cooker with the herbs and a mint lamb stock. Placing the lid on the cooker, I quickly wash up and leave the kitchen.

I've made the dumplings and will add them just before serving.

God I'm hungry!

I would go and snuggle on the sofa with a book but my house phone rings shrilly; it hurts my ears.

"Hello!" I grumble, answering it.

"Oh Ari! Oh baby!" The most godlike voice sounds on the phone. I fall to my knees where I'm stood.

"Beau?" I whisper.

"Ari! I have a 10 minute call. I had to speak to you baby. No one else." He promises.

Tears fill my eyes and I unwillingly let out a loud sob, "Beau.."

After an all too short conversation with my beloved, I have been told I will be having a slip to come to the prison on Thursday to see Beau which has perked up my spirits, the warden and judge are being lenient with him and aren't extending his sentence due to good behaviour.

Beau was given an 8 year sentence for manslaughter, and only has 3 years left to serve; one on probation.

I could wait 2 years couldn't I?

I make a snap decision to ring Mr Stalk, and try to find a way of lowering his sentence.. There has to be something.

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"So you're saying if we out the gang, he'll have his sentence reduced considerably?" I ask in disbelief.

"Yes Ariella. Exactly that. The judge wants proof and evidence against this gang, but can't just arrest them without any evidence.

I have been searching for a loop hole for the past 5 years and haven't found anyway of getting in..

I'm at the end of my tether." Mr Stalk sighs down the phone.