Chapter 55

579words2026-01-19 07:10

　　The sun had begun to descend its rays dyeing us in an orange glow. Thirty minutes had already passed by, but there was no sign of officers to be seen nor sirens to be heard. my eyebrows started to knit together, and worried lines were marring my forehead as I was staring at the door.

　　'What's taking them so long? Why aren't they here yet. Did they get lost?' Thoughts were racing through my mind, the anxiety spiking up. Did Mark perhaps get to them? I mean knowing him that could be possible, but is he able to hold himself against that many armed officers? That seems a little stretch.

　　'Aargh…! what should I do!? This was my only way out!' Groaning and wallowing myself in despair inwardly I run my fingers through my hair, putting it in a disarray state.

　　"Ah!" James shot up; his face lit with realization. "Now that I think of it there was a man who was able to sustain my urges."

　　"I don't see the importance talking about one of your rendezvous right now." I exasperated trying to push back the shimmering anger that threatened to surface as I was certainly not in the mood to deal with him now.

　　"It is important, because the voice of the man had an uncannily resemblance to the one I had a one-night stand with."

　　My face contoured in confusion not understanding what he was trying to get at.

　　"Again, not seeing the importance. He just had a similar voice."

　　Not hearing me James was caught up in his thoughts. His hand covering his mouth, his eyes quivering as he was pondering deeply about something. Incoherent mutters could be heard from him. Straining my ears to hear what he was saying I could pick up some sentences.

　　"It must be coincidence…Did he follow me?...But what if..."

　　I started to get a bad feeling about this, but that was quickly washed away when a sudden knock on the door could be heard, forcing me to jerk my attention away from James.

　　"This is the police. Mrs. Westwood and Mr. Scott are you in there?" The familiar thick Italian voice could be heard from the other side. Elated I shot up and dashed for the door.

　　"Y-Yes! We are here!" My eyes were welling up with tears as I thought that I finally could be safe again, that this was over.

　　"April Wait-!" James yelled, but I wasn't about to wait for no one and swung the unstable door open. "Thank god that you guys are he-"

　　My eyes that were lit up were now quivering as they went round. Fear and shock coursed through my veins petrifying me on spot.

　　I was standing face to face with an expressionless Mark, who was undisguised. That can't be good. We stared at each other for what felt like eternity. I then slowly closed the door.

　　In shock I staggered back, panic flooding my mind. Why is he here!? How did he get here!? And weren't the police there!? Why haven they cuffed him up yet!?

　　After few agonizing moments the door opened, revealing a still emotionless Mark. Next to him standing was a man.

　　A gasp could be heard behind me and I turned around to see James face with a horrified expression; the color drained from his face.

　　The stranger's gaze met James's, the corner of his lips pulling up into a smirk.

　　We meet again cuore mio.