chapter eight

Chapter eight

The next few days Regan had totally ignored Elena, it broke him and took everything in him to do so. He did everything to stop himself from checking the CCTV installed in the lobby and kitchen. He cured. He even knew where she would be at the time. He was trying so hard to keep his word about turning a blind eye.

Days crawled by and he didn't know what to do. He felt frustrated that she would not open up to him. He broke his word by turning on his computer, switching into the surveillance and watching her. So what if he broke his word and did otherwise, he wouldn't be happy with himself if something ever happened to Elena.

He watched her.

The Greek lass that was usually bustling and bubbling with energy now sat on the island stool dejected. She had lost her spirit. She looked broken. There was a difference in the way she dressed. There was a stark contrast between the woman that sat there and the one he met a month ago. The thatches that hung above his eyes drew together as he watched her go to the bathroom for the umpteenth time. He decided that he would give himself extra hours at the office since he knew that she would also leave late. He knew her habits. Elena was always taking her time to check if things were in place before going home. He returned to work on his laptop.

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He drove out of his garage and parked his car right in-front of the company's gates. "Elena," he called from the window. He would have almost missed her as he was used to seeing her wear bright clothes but her long, black, satin hair made it impossible for her to be missed especially by him.

She stopped in her tracks without turning or answering to his call.

He came out of his car and walked to her. He grabbed her by the arm in a bid to turn her toward him only to hear her hiss in pain and wince from his touch.

She quickly retrieved her hands from his to hear him ask, "What is wrong with you?"

No response.

Again.

He watched her keenly as she gently rubbed her wrist. In doing so, the long sleeve tugged up a bit to reveal part of a purple bruise that had formed on there. His eyes turned to slits on seeing this and he quickly grabbed her arm again and tugged the sleeve upward, leaving a full bruise around her wrist to his regard. "Who did this to you, Connor?" He growled. A scowl marred his handsome features and his eyes scanned her dominatingly for any other odd thing. His eyes zeroed in on anther bruise he caught on her neck.

That explained her dressing; a black long sleeved turtle neck shirt.

"Elena, I don't know how to help you unless you talk to me."

Elena whimpered under his touch but her resolve to keep him out of the way was strong even if it meant being cold and stand-offish to him. She was wailing on the inside but willed her voice not to break. "I didn't ask for your help. Keep your nose out of my business and if you touch me one more time, I'll call the police." Another blatant lie. She turned away from him and headed home. She let the hot tears burn her eyes and cascade down her cheeks. She was grateful to the darkness that had fallen for keeping it away from him.

Regan watched Elena walk away. He had never been this helpless since the death of his parents. His patience had turned to frustration and his frustration turned to helplessness and helplessness turned to anger. The anger coursed through his being. He loved her, he knew he did but the fact that she had decided to keep him away from her and her troubles broke his being. She was keeping him away to keep the culprit's identity safe. He knew she was under a threat. He decided to go home and talk to his sister. There was a lot of scheming to do. No one could touch Elena, his Elena and get away with it. Unfortunately Connor would be the first to taste his anger because of her.

MINE.

He drove home in frenzy, walked past Lucy and Zeke who were cuddled up, watching a movie and headed straight to hid room.

Lucy noticed her brother storm to his room but the odd thing was that he dragged his hand through his hair continuously, a habit he usually practiced when he was extremely upset. She gave her husband a knowing look and chased after her brother. She got to his room and found him seated on his bed. He had roughly undone his tie and had torn off the buttons of his shirt in fury.

"Reggie, what is wrong?"

He dragged his hands through his hair and said, "I saw Elena today and she had bruises on her on her body. Someone abused her and she's not opening up to me." His Adam's apple bobbed up and down to contain his anger.

"Do you have any idea who it is?" Lucy asked, concerned ebbed in her voice.

"My gut tells me that it is that bastard, Connor, that Irish imp. I noticed the way he kept passing her looks on the day of the meeting and she seemed too uncomfortable after that. But she won't tell me anything. Why won't she tell me anything?" He collapsed into the bed and took deep breaths, he had to calm down before would go on rampage, breaking things in his room.

"Growling and shouting will not help Reg. we need a plan if we are going to catch this culprit. We need to come up with something as soon as possible." She suggested thoughtfully.

Lucy knew that her Regan was not a helpless person. He would undoubtedly think up something and bring Connor into the light and it would not be far from now. If there was anything she could do to help, she would do it without batting an eyelid.

They were still deep in thought when they heard a knock on the door.

"Maxwell might have something you need." Zeke said, entering the room. Maxwell followed after him.

"What's that?"

"Proof." Zeke said and tipped his chin to Max.

"It is a clip from yesterday." Max reached into his pocket and took out a drive. He gave it to Lucy because Regan was too furious to think at the moment.

Lucy took the drive and searched around for Regan's laptop. When she found it, she passed a look to Zeke who gave her a reassuring smile and a nod.

She inserted the drive into the port.