Finding Susan
Chapter 77
The morning alarm rang loudly in his ears, making him groan as he stood up and hit the little thing until it was silent again.
He looked up, scratching his head and standing up.
His eyes went around the room and he sighed.
She was gone.
He could recall some things that had happened last night.
He remembered Susan bringing him Into the room and leaving after saying some things he could not remember.
He bit his lips and stood up as he walked to the bathroom.
Susan.
His only weakness.
She had betrayed him once and here he was, still waiting and praying that he'd finally be with her and even though she had done that which she said she didn't do...he would never care about that.
He grabbed his brush and cleaned himself up.
Thirty Minutes later and he was done with his bath and everything.
A knock came on the door and he frowned.
"Who is it?" He asked, placing the cuffs where they belonged.
"It's m,e Boss, it's Ryan."
"What is it?"
"I searched everywhere for Boss Mason after the shootout but he's no wheree. I'm keeping a low profile about it so no one will figure that he's missing but I think it's time to make it official." Ryan said, sounding worried.
Fabio scoffed.
"Did you check his woman's house?' He asked.
"Woman? Boss Mason doesn't have a woman, Boss Fabio. She's not.."
"Go to Sandra's Crook house and don't call me if you find him there," Fabio said, sighing as he watched his reflection through the mirror.
He heard the other man mumbling some words before walking away from his door.
He grabbed his phone and his car keys.
He opened the door and was about to walk past the mansion when his head hits the door board and he groaned.
"Damn it! Shit!" He hissed in pain.
He walked back into the room to go see if he had acquired any injury.
Staring at the mirror, he frown when he began to recall some things.
He had heard Susan say some things the other night but then he had been too drunk to care, to listen..and as if being controlled with Deja Vu, he was recalling each words she had spoken.
His eyes widened and he couldn't believe what his head was playing for him to hear.
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"I didn't cheat on you. This will be my last time saying this Mr. Fabio Fredericques but I didn't cheat on you. As you said, you have everything I would want..then why cheat on you. That day at that hotel, my father had told me to go to the room where someone was going to hand me a file. So I went there and then a girl opened the door for me. I drank a lot of wine in my father's office so I was pressed and then asked her to show me her bathroom. Since it was a girl's room, I didn't think it was bad at all. So when I got in, the girl suddenly went out and banged the for from outside..and a guy suddenly came out of the back. At first, I thought he had wanted to take advantage of me as he pushed me to the bed and as I struggled for him not to take my clothes off..it was too late and he did so. After taking off my shirt...we both stayed in that position and he suddenly let me go. I ran out through the backdoor of the hotel room thinking it was a bathroom. After going home...I saw what they had posted about me. It's okay if you feel that you shouldn't forgive me. My mother upon till decided to never forgive me on that...so I don't think you should as well."
There was no way his head would be lying to him right?
Maybe..there was a possibility of that happening.
He was so in love with her, that his head would be trying to mess up with him to prove a point, right?
He could recall the voice. It was the same as hers.
The time he had met Susan, she was such a pure soul and so beautiful. She was just too fucking good that he had fallen in love with her.
Five months passed and they were so happy with each other, she knew everything there was to know about the Mafia.
How they operated and all. She was their little goddess at that time and everyone respected her.
And just one video clip changed everything.
He could recall the day, the time,e and the minute he had watched it.
He was playing chess with both Mikhail and Mason, they were at the club that evening and then the huge TV in front of them had begun to display... showing how she walked into the room after a girl opened the door.
And then a boy stood almost close to the room door and smiled at her.
He saw her smile back and she looked around before walking through the corridor the boy had passed and then the video stopped walking.
It was so real, so fucking real that he had felt every bone in his muscle stop.
He had vowed never to love another woman again and ever since that had happened, he'd only fuck but never get involved.
It wasn't about getting involved.
No woman had been able to turn him on as Susan did.
Her smiles, her eyes... everything about her turned him on.
She was sure a sweet thing he'd hope to never slip out of her fingers but in the end, she had left and he had learned about love the hard way..D
He could still recall some short words;
"I'm going for real this time Fabio. I'm so sorry for hurting you the second time, but I think it's for the best. There's no way.. you'd ever forgive me and I'm so tired of always fighting with you. I don't have the strength and power to keep that up."
"But then I hope and I wish that one day you'll find the love you deserve and that person will love you so much. That person will be your number one and that person will cherish you. I'd go back and change it all, but I can't. I don't blame you for chaining the door to your heart like this cause I deserve it."
As if being controlled, he had stood up from the stool he had relaxed on minutes ago and jumped up.
Running to the door, he shook his head as he dialed a number on his phone.
"Hello, Boss."
"Don't let the plane leaving for Seattle leave the port throughout today."
"But Boss. I don't think we're going to, they're thousands of people that would want to travel...and you know we are.."
"Shut your mouth and do as I damn say."And that was all it took for the call to end.
"Where to Boss?"
"Don't worry I'll drive there myself." He hissed, walking to the car and opening it.
She was going to leave.
When she had left the first time, he had been a fool to let her go.
There was no investigation made because he had believed it at once.
He was so hurt that he didn't want to hear any logic that would portray her as a truthful person while the video was a lie but now...he didn't care about that.
All he wanted was to get her back.
He would go there and get back his Princess!
TBC
A Sneek peekekt The Billionaire's Distraction...
Octavia
The sunset was amazing... As the blue sky was decorated with different beautiful cloud colors of red, a touch of white, and Blue.
The atmosphere seemed calm, and the forecast assured me that there would be no rain, the Beach was not that perfect though.
I sat on my beach-carved bed, the crowd was making me so irritated and pissed.
I looked around the beach and hissed.
This wasn't what I had planned.
I didn't leave my Town... To a private beach only to get it filled up.
I watched the women in Bikinis, walk past her as they talked to each other in whispers as if gossiping about something.
The children play and make Castles with the sand.
And the basketballers throwing and catching the ball in the warm cozy weather of Garfield Beach.
She shook her head and turned to her Female guard that was just nearby.
She curled up on the picnic blanket, folding her legs together as the sea wind blew past her, covering her face with some strands of her hair. She tucked them back and sighed.
"Shirley... Why the heck are we even here?" She asked, tiredly.
She had planned to come there because Garfield Beach was recommended for its quietness.
A clubhouse with deafening music was better than this.
"Tch! I told you, Octavia. Things don't just go the way we want them to go." Shirley chuckled.
Octavia stood up from the bed.
She looked down at the other woman that was sprawled out on the other bed... She was fast asleep with a magazine by her side.
"Throw this away, Shirley," Octavia said angrily, as she gave her the picnic box.
Huh? Throw it away! The female bodyguard blinked, trying to get into what she just said.
She peered her eyes into the picnic box and behold it was delicious delicacies - lasagna, butternut, a bottle of Morgan Rum, packed Adobo, and a Cactus.
"Ma'am?" Shirley called.
"I should throw them away?" She asked, to be sure of what she heard.
"Yes, Shirley... This is not what I planned.
I had to leave an appointment and a board meeting just to make sure I relax my body today... And take some new pictures."
This was supposed to be a romantic setting picture, on the beach with no one.
She hissed, as she grabbed her phone..and tabbed the camera icon.
"It's better to take a souvenir..just to remind me that coming to Garfield Beach was a waste of my precious busy time."
Taking another picture.. she posted it to her Seven Million followers on IG with a @hastag - #Myself # Peaceful Beach.
Before pressing the post icon she deleted her last @hastag...and filled it with # Chaotic.
She rubbed her forehead and sighed.
Being a model was not funny at all.
You had to do everything perfectly.
Her phone rang and she picked it up quickly.
"Yes, Mum, I didn't go to any meeting today."
"I have a shoot to attend to in an hour.. so please help fill me in." She said, with a pleading tone.
"Okay, Thank you. Bye." She cut the call and rolled her eyes.
* * * *
Bennett Stone's eyes were intently fixed on the stairs as the maids cleaned, again and again, making sure each path was scrubbed and cleaned before another was cleaned again.
He was on the couch.. an HD Laptop on his lap and a different set of Mobiles by his left.
His eyes went to the Golden Door that was getting darker maybe because the sun was not out yet in that part of Houston Estate, in New York Castle Joy.
He had no expression on his face..as he kept tabbing the same button on the laptop, making a squeaking sound.
The morning wind blew slowly... as it brought the dry oak leaves near the doormat.
He sighed, as he dropped the laptop by the side of the couch.
He stood up and walked out of the Mansion... His eyes went to the Oaktree that had a bushy look like branches.
"Cut down some Branches... it's getting too much." He ordered the guards that were nearby.
"Okay, Boss." They nodded, as they took their heels to get the work done.
"Bennett Stone... The Most Handsome Bachelor alive. His Dark Aura can make you crawl away for life and yet come back the next second". He read the Headline for the second time.
His eyes darkened for a second.
These journalists weren't scared. Right?
He had ordered that all websites and papers about him should be brought down and yet some pests still wrote things about him.
His phone rang and he glanced at the screen.
The words were boldly written in Italics writing and had a love emoji next to them. "Mother".
He picked up the call and placed the phone on his ear.
"Hello, Mother." He called, awaiting the woman's response.
"Hi Baby... are you back?" The woman squealed.
" Yes." He answered, waiting Patiently for another question.
"How was New Orleans, Hunny? I heard you met many women there."
"Where are they beautiful?" She asked again.
Tch! A chuckle left his mouth, as he smiled for the first time since his plane landed on the Soil of New York City.
"Did you hear or do you want to hear it?" He asked, with a smirk.
"Tch! Sure a boring son I have. So tell me, how was The country? I heard it's a country full of freaks."
"Don't go doing business with freaks Son... Mother still loves you." She replied.
"Bye Mom, I have so many things to attend to." He mumbled as he hung up before she could say another word.
He tucked back the phone into his pocket... and walked back into the Mansion.
His phone rang again.. and he sighed.
It had just been Three Hours since he arrived in New York.
Though he had just left for a Business meeting Two weeks ago.
He knew that they would be excess files to attend to for the next few hours.
He stared at the screen..before picking up the call.
"Hello." He said as he picked up the call.
"Good morning Sir... welcome back, you have a meeting in an hour with the Russian Investors." The voice of his secretary could be heard from the other side of the phone.
"Good. I'm on my way." He muttered.
T. B. C
