To Find Isabel

Chapter 34

The wind blows in my face as I speed against it. There was so much free land. You could go as fast as you wanted and you can't crash into anything for miles. The grass blew with the wind and the trees barely leaned in the direction of the gusts.

Sunset was in a couple of hours. I had told Alexander that I was going to the beach to watch the sunset. I didn't know there was an actual beach of any sort here, but he seemed to approve. I guess it was in my favor, but he didn't send any guards or anyone with me.

I knew for a fact that if I told Victor this, he would have made me take at least Dante with me. I had such a rush of excitement. I have a clue in my bag, that could potentially mean the kidnapper was someone right in our grasp.

But what if Victor grew a dislike for me because Alexander is my father? It didn't seem likely, but he's unpredictable. I pull out into his lawn and park across the drive, where his other bike stood perfectly maintained.

"Victor!" I shout across the lawn and he turns around. He adjusts his jaw ever so slightly and as I approach him, he moves towards me.

"Why are you here," Victor hissed, grasping my arm unexpectedly. My bag hung across my shoulder, and his grasp was weighing me down.

"What do you mean why am I here?" I ask trying to free from his grasp.

"Of course the luxury that Alex gave you must have made you forget I exist."

"What the hell do you mean?"

"I sent you there for a reason. It's been a week. What have you been doing? You didn't call to say anything after the first night!"

Oh, that. I had told Dante not to tell anyone. Specifically not Victor. In my defense, he would have been far more dramatic about it if I had told him. I wasn't risking a shoot out in the middle of the night.

"I did, just not to you," I said making quick eye contact with Dante. He looked back at me, his eyes seemed worried for whatever was to happen next.

"Besides, I wouldn't come back if I didn't care." I growled, breaking free of his grip. "I also bothered to bring this for you," I said, as I aggressively dug into my bag and threw the purse at his chest. He catches it and looks down in shock.

"Where did you get this," he says, checking the inside flap for the initials. "This is the one Isabel had. In the picture."

I didn't respond. I looked off into the distance. He really thought I would just leave like that. He didn't deserve a response.

"Tell me where you found this," He gripped my shoulders. He shook me lightly until I spat out an answer.

"Yes, I know. Alexander's new girlfriend had it in her wardrobe. Apparently it was there before she even moved in."

"So it was him," Victor gritted, "He has some nerve, to mess with me. "

I looked at him.

"Your idiot father killed my Isabel," he growled.

I gripped him firmly so he doesn't move. As if my figure can hold him back from anything at all. "There are more signs showing that Isabel is alive rather than dead. So don't do anything. I have a plan," I confirm.

His eyes were flaming. Just like the first time I met him.

"And don't you dare call that man my father," I ordered gripping the collar of his shirt, "It's a shameful thing for me."

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