Chapter 16

I woke up with Michael still holding holding into me deep in his sleep. I can't remember the last time I got to eye his features we were both getting quite a little too old for the kind of stuff that happened last night. I blushed at the thought, the distance I felt was no longer there. I could finally hold him and feel like I was holding him, and not feel like he was slipping from my hands like quick sand. I loved Michael nevertheless but sometimes I still remembered him. We all had our dark past, mine was just too dark that whenever hints of it came to play in my mind. I always coward in fear and still shed a year. Even Michael didn't know and he didn't have to. I had already began my present with him and it would go into the future. I caressed his cheek with the tip of my thumb. His skin felt so subtle and fragile under mine with little white beards on his goatee and swollen lips from last night made me wonder how mine would be like. By now his eyelashes were still as thick as they were when I first set my eyes on him and they are gorgeous, his smile and everything. His face needed true and honest appreciation while still caressing his face he suddenly smiled which startled me a little and made me hit his right arm.

"Ouch" he said amidst a little chuckle

"You scared me"

"How could you be scared in your husband's arms" he replied eyeing my lips

"Not again" I said hastily getting up from the bed I felt fresh. I felt more like the woman that I am. Michael was still staring at me before I realized I wasn't putting on any clothes as I ran into the bathroom while he was in a fit of laughter. I could have sworn he choked on his laughter.

Who knew Lillian running away would lead to my happiness. I would have made those arrangements long ago. There was no need getting too involved in her matter. I hadn't been to the office in a long while. Or it seemed like a long while, I thought as I showered.

ITALY

GORDONS P.O.V

"Boss we have news. But it's bad"

My mood was already terrible enough that these tools just had to bring bad news.

"What is it?" I asked still soaking in my vodka and ice. Things haven't really been working out well for me. The war was about to start and Jack had refused to keep contact with me. I owe no one an explanation for my thoughts and actions. Those men wouldn't know what manhood was even if it hit them square in the face. This wasn't how men worked, men always had each other's backs. I wasn't going to apologise it wasn't all my fault it was an equal share of blames where no one was willing to take their part in it.

"Lillian has escaped from the hospital" he said with his head bowed and he sure as hell was lucky he didn't say that looking straight in my eyes cause he would have lose an eye.

I didn't know which one hurt me more. The fact that she had escaped or the possibility that she could be working with one of my enemies. At times like this was when I need Jack the most but he was being an ass. It was all on me now.

"Go" was all I replied. I could sense their confusion plastered on his face but there was really nothing else to say to him. It wasn't his fault that Lillian had escaped prison. Neither did I leave him in charge of watching her and her lawyer over there in Minneapolis. It was Malcolm's job to do that but for some reason I haven't heard any news from Malcolm. He was supposed to be reporting this news to me and not my body guard.

SOMEHWERE IN ATLANTA

"Well well well....the great fall of Gordon Carmichael" the man said adding a sinister smile to it.

"Try and get me that Jordan woman number I'll help her get Gordon quickly. He won't know what hit him" he added as he finished his glass of vodka and stood up majestically. Looking like the prince of destruction.

"Yes boss"