The dance floor now looked packed sweaty and heated people, the energetic crowd reached outside where music can't be heard as well. The my chest thumps with the loud music's beats, my heals vibrate from its effect. There's barely any space for a group of five to leave without pushing through the crowd,
But, as soon as I reached the end of stairs, four familiar figures circled me, Matteo being one of them. "All clear?" Another one said into his earpiece, waited a beat and then repeated "Clear.". I began to move further and they walked with me like a human shield, with proper space for me to walk and without being pushed or any problem. Infact, the music has been lowered to a noticeable volume, the crowd has made space.
I saw from Between the arms of two of my shielding men, the guards and bouncers have shoved behind people who are now clicking pictures trying to get a bit of anything they can get inside this protective circle. Out of instinct I put my hand up covering my face from an angle any tall person can recognise me.
Soon we were out and inside the car. The other three on another car which was parked behind ours right outside the front of The Cameo.
The ride from the nightclub to Callen's was quiet. The guy in the front seat sat with clenched jaw. I am being difficult and this guy will probably burst in anger if I open my mouth to Apologise.
These people are secondary. But the man waiting inside..what do I say to him? I get in the lift, matteo followed me in, I guess he's not home. A sigh left me.
"I don't know if Boss tells you this but he had to cancel his flight to Las Vegas and reschedule his tonight's meeting, Following meetings are affected because of this too." Guilt strikes me and I hang my head chewing my I ner cheek. "I request if you can be more considerate and cooperate for your own good." He says, as if speaking on behalf of his mates. Haven't I put others with him in problem too?
"I'm sorry." I say. I cannot elaborate. This was enough.
Besides this I also know he has pack schedule half a day so he can squeeze out time to be with me. I have only made this difficult.
I get to see him for those few hours because he had worked hard, spending sleepless nights making up for time he spends with me.
Now I understand why everyone's been so gloomy. His men respect him and know what he do, because their lives depend on him too, today my reckless move made all upset.
What good excuse do I have?
I switched on my phone and we reach my floor, next I shut the door on face of bowing stone faced Matteo.
Twelve missed calls from callen, thirty from several unknown numbers. And lastly, Fifty plus text messages.
I'm a goner now.
I scroll sitting down on the sofa.
'Where are you?'
'Answer your phone!'
'Madam. This is matteo. Can you please call back once you're free?'
'Zenovia. I'll have to personally come for you at this rate.'
'This is your driver. When will you be out? Where do we pick you up?'
'Madam, please answer. Are you alright?'
'Ma'am we're tracking you down. please do not panick.'
'Fuck I'm coming for you.'
... And so on.
Few senders, I knew. Rest were unknown but I could guess they were all from my guards only. I'm so ashamed I can't even reply, it's too late.
I go upstairs to check callen's bedroom, it practically covers my room and living room combined. It's Empty though.
I check kitchen and food was already kept decorated on table covered to be heated.
I look around more but there's no soul to be found.
Since I don't have to cook I make my way for a quick bath so I can eat after, relaxed.
Switching on the lights is a bother when the silver beam of light from the waxing moon was entering through the wall length window.
Dim suits my mood.
I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Tired eyes stare back at me, strands are slipping from my loosened hairs that I styled in the morning, my lips are dry. This face, everyone has seen it without my knowledge.
I enter the tub, whatever he'll throw at me, I'll persuade him. We'll talk it out.
Worries I have at present begin to fade and deeper problems surfaced as I ease in the lukewarm water.
If I meet hubert tomorrow, will I be lead to see his fiancee too?
If kai is in danger with his grandpa just because of his connections will it be safe for me to fetch him back?
Anyone can guess a mother's weakness is her children, Her first priority. Wouldn't the first attack be Directed to him!?
Callen is smarter than me. Didn't he consider this possibility before I have?
He gave me this useless phone with which I can access only limited area! He has put restrictions beforehand. He doesn't take chances.
I make it out of the tub in time, I can switch from analysing situations to overthinking without realising.
Wearing His blue shirt is my mood right now so I did, I heated the food and took my seat.
"Couldn't tell me you're back?" I heard thick familiar voice from behind me, I gulped and choked on my second bite recognising the man.
I cough, he hands me his drink and I look up at him after Gulping down the whole glass, he raises his brow, my hunger dissipated into thin air after he appeared out of the blue.
He sighs, "How are you?" He slides out the dining chair and settles beside me.
He had long taken off his coat and was now in his shirt whose top buttons were popped open and his tie hung loose on his masculine frame. He can be a modal and slay that profession just as good all for I know.
"I'm fine." I let go of the spoon, my eyes drop to my lap and he brushes his thumb across my cheek and I am reluctant to meet his eyes, he didn't look angry but worried and exhausted.
"Hurt?" His eyes are soft and mine guilty as I shook my head in utter denial.
"Threatened?" His brows furrows, he turned hawk-eyed and I curl my fingers.
"No." Came as a whisper. He withdrew his hand, the veins w
"Then I hope you have a good reason for your behaviour today." I concluded from his tone he was vexed with me as he let out exasperated air from his nostrils.
"I-"
"First finish your dinner, then we'll talk in the living room." He cut me off and dialled to someone on his phone, hold it to his ear and disappears upstairs.
Even if I don't want to he has practically ordered me to chew down every last bit spoonful.
