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Morgan's POV

"You seem happy." Winston said to me after the waiter was through with pouring him and I a glass of wine. "Did something good happen?"

Of course. Nothing felt better than showing Dante that he didn't have a say concerning where I decide to be, when I decide to be there and with whom I want to be there with.

I took a sip of the wine, letting it saturate my taste buds for some seconds before swallowing it. Turning the glass in my hands, I looked at Winston.

"Everything's just something to be happy for." I said with a smile. He smiled back, his eyes aglow with mirth.

"A toast?" He raised his glass.

"To?"

"Let's see..." He ran his hands through his hair. "To you, and to your happiness."

"You bet." I laughed clinking my glass with his. We ate dinner, cracking jokes and laughing. Before long, I was lost in the conversation, forgetting about things I was supposed to be worried about and laughing. "You have quite a sense of humour." I said between fits of laughter.

"Quite, is quite an understatement." He said while taking the last bite of his steak. "And that, was the last of heaven." He said with a sigh.

"Not really. How about dessert at the amusement park."

"You don't like the one here?"

"Sometimes, heaven's not found in places like this." He looked at me for some seconds. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head. "Just happy I'm spending this Friday with you."

I don't know what happened in that moment, but I felt my heart skip a beat, and then skip two more beats when he smiled at me. He had been smiling at me this whole time, but this was kind of different... It was magical.

"Yeah, me too." Very true, I was glad to spend the Friday with him. It was a time of fun and fresh breath for me, away from Dante and his rubbish attempt at trying to make me do things for the "sake" of the company.

"Ready for that amusement park dessert you talked about?"

"Bring it on." I replied, getting up from the seat. We walked to the cashier where Winston paid the bill before stepping we stepped out into the sun. I was about to open the door to the front seat of the car when Winston beat me to it. "You know you don't have to..."

"Do this?" He pointed at the car door he was holding. "Maybe, maybe not... I do. Are you getting in?"

"Do I have a choice?" I asked with the same energy he was radiating, getting into the car. The music playing in the car was one of Mozart's classical pieces which of course, I wasn't a fan of.

"A classical guy..." I commented.

"Not really. Just a fan of here and there as long as it speaks the language my soul understands."

"What's that supposed to mean? Soulful speaking music?" I asked with a laugh, not making sense of what he nor I was saying.

He shrugged. "You?"

"Umm...." I thought for a moment. I hadn't really giving much thought to my likes and dislikes when it came to music. But I was sure of one thing, I hated emotional songs. Songs that drove you to tears, pathetic. "Songs that tell you about a future waiting for you instead of a dwelling on a bad past. "

"My mind tells me that there's a lot of symbolism in that sentence." He said looking at me.

"Eyes on the road." I said with a little laugh. "And don't ask."

He laughed, making a zipping gesture with his hand over his lips. "I won't."

I nodded. So far, he was someone to not dig around people's past. He was fine with whatever I told him, and never tried to make me talk about things I didn't want to talk about. Anywhere I stopped, he wouldn't push. He never pushed. And I liked that about him. Unlike Dante, who never knew where the line was and never to cross it.

"Morgan?"

"Yes?"

"You kind of zoned out."

"Oh... I'm sorry. You were saying?"

"That were here." He pointed to the amusement park in front of us.

"Oh..."

"You sound like you've lost all excitement."

"I haven't." I replied with a smile as he pulled to a halt at the parking lot. I got out of the car before he could get out and try to hold the car door open for me.

The moment I stepped out of the car, I shuddered. I felt eyes on me. I served my head around, looking around the park lit with streetlights for any sign that there was someone watching me.

The park wasn't deserted, there were a handful of people around. Couples seated on the benches, taking and laughing, the occasional person who was takin a run with their headphones in and running shoes on, a group of college kids eating a hurried dinner of burgers and rushing to a night class maybe.

The atmosphere was serene.

But I couldn't shake of the feeling of eyes following my every move.

"Morgan?" Winston gently touched my arm. I blinked out of my thoughts and met his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," I smiled. "I'm fine. We should go,"

He nodded, his eyes flashed with unasked questions but he led the way and we walked side by side.

I still felt those eyes on me. And a feeling of dread settled in the pit of my belly.

Calm down Morgan. You're just paranoid. It's not like anything will happen, no one is going to suddenly attack you with a gun or something. There's people around. You're safe.

I didn't feel reassured.

"What kind of heavenly dessert did you have in mind when you thought of here? " Winston asked, breaking the silence between us.

"Ice cream. There's a stand around here, he makes really good ice cream." I said. I looked around, searching for the familiar pastel cart. "There he is!" I pointed at the cart.

"I'll get it." He said walking towards the ice cream stand. I held his hand back.

"We should go together," I said.

"Morgan, tonight is about you, okay?" He said and put his hand over mine. "What flavor do you want?"

I swallowed The feeling of unease that was growing by the second. "Caramel and white chocolate."

"I'll be back in a minute." He said and walked off.

I watched him, and again that feeling of being watched came back ten fold. Goosebumps broke out over my skin, and I felt movement behind me.

"A fun date right?" A deep voice said behind me. "How did it go."

I knew it!

I turned to Dante, feeling anger burn inside me "Yeah, a very fun one." I said to him with a fake smile, turning to sit on one of the parks benches closest to me. He came to face me, blocking my path.

"So you chose a lame date over an appointment as important as today's?"

"So you chose to be a booger at a lame date rather than being with your darling girlfriend?"

"You are so funny Morgan, that I'm beginning to worry if you are alright."

"I'm perfectly fine Dante. It's just that ever since you came back into my life, I've been getting influenced by your insanity. Everyday, I lose a fraction of my mind."

"Well that makes two of us." He glared at me.

"Oh dear, it doesn't. Unlike you, I have things to do but since you have nothing to do with your time rather than stalk people, how about signing you up for a therapy session? I'm sure you have a lot of unresolved issues to work on."

He scoffed and folded his arms. "Between us both Morgan, you need therapy more! How would you go on a date when you have an important appointment at hand!"

"Well fuck you Dante! I choose which is important to me. Not you." I turned away from where he stood blocking me, wanting to walk to where Winston was, getting ice cream when Dante grabbed my arm. I turned with fury at him, throwing a slap across his face. With his face turned to the side, he slowly looked to at me, surprise in his eyes.

"What's going on here?" Winston asked, standing few inches away from Dante and I.

"None of your business." Dante replied without looking at Dante, reaching to grab my arm again. Transferring the both scones of ice cream to one hand, Winston grabbed Dante's hand trying to pry them off mine.

Dante hit him off with his other hand, throwing the ice cream off Winston's hands. Winston tried to pull me out of Dante's grip when Dante's body guards show out of no where, pinning Winston to the ground.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!!!" I screamed at Dante. All my anger and fury radiating with every move I made.

"You'll soon find out!" When I found out that my feet was no longer on the floor was when I doing out that he had slung me over his shoulder. I screamed, punching him, and clawing at him as he carried me away from the park. They eyes of others at the park were on us, making me wish the earth to open up and swallow me. I hit and kicked Dante with all my strength, watching as his bodyguards still hold Winston to the ground.

"Let go of me your fucking asshole!" I yelled, my anger cursing through my veins, blinding me. How dare Dante try to ruin my date?! How dare him show up just when I was having fun?

He threw me into his car, locking the door, before getting in and driving off. "Get this car to stop, or I'll make sure it'll become your casket!"

He scoffed. "Our casket you mean to say." He replied.

Oh he's fucking asking for it!

My mind raced as I came with every possible scenario to end this right now. My eyes zeroed in on the steering and I dived for it. I grabbed the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator, swerving the car to the left, say from the normal lane we were meant to be on.

"Morgan what the hell?!" Dante yelled, grabbing the wheel from me and swerving back into his lane. "You are going to get us killed!" I swerved again, this time, further into the opposite lane, almost colliding his car with a truck.

"Stop the car!" I yelled, my hand still on the steering.

"I've had enough of this." He spat, overpowering me, and moving back into lane. He switched to auto driver and strapped me to the seat with four extra seat belts that strapped me horizontally, putting me in place. I kicked the car, trying to brake free from the belts. "It's of no use, you can't break free.."

"This is fucking kidnapping someone!" I spat at him. "I'll get you arrested for this."

He ignored my remark, and switched out of auto driver, heading to the airport that was less than two kilometers away. I stopped kicking, waiting for the time we would get out of the car to implement my next move.

At the airport, he killed the engine and got out before unfastening the seatbelts that had me strapped. I tried to open the car door, locked. Dante walked over to my side of the car, opening the door and carrying me out, just as he had carried me in.

This was fucking embarrassing! I punched and kicked harder than I had the first time, burying my head so that the people at the airport wouldn't see my embarrassed face. Dante only held my legs together, stopping me from kicking him.

He headed straight to the private jet my father had scheduled for the appointment, climbing into it. Before he put me down, the door had closed, ready for take off.

I ran to the door immediately he put me down, hitting it. "Shit!!!!"

I screamed, turning to Dante who had sat down on one of the seats in the jet, his face nothing but a calm expression mass.

"You're an asshole! Fucking bastard!" I spat in fury.

"Call me whatever you want, Morgan. Asshole, bastard, i don't fucking care. We are going on this trip, and it's final. "