Unravelling Truths

Wilson's POV

Las Vegas is a city of illusions where the brilliant lights cover the darkness that lies just beyond the glitter. Weeks have passed since that remarkable evening with Emma, and her memory persists even with my empire's ceaseless distractions. The great intensity of our brief meeting haunts me and causes a hollow aching in my chest.

The Sinclair Grand is holding a well-publicized charitable event tonight. The elite of the city dances in the room, their laughter and clinking drinks filling the air. Though the event is successful, my head is elsewhere. Emma's disappearance has made me restless and left me with a persistent feeling that I missed something really vital.

My phone buzzes, and I'm floating among the throng giving courteous grins and solid handshakes. Looking at the screen, Emma's name comes across. My heart stops beating.

"Wilson," her voice comes through, tense and forceful. "We should have a conversation. It is important.

Emma, where have you been lately? I inquire, moving away from the gathering of celebrants.

"Meet me at the Fremont Street old diner. She says, her voice shaking after one hour. "Please, Wilson.

She hangs before I can reply. I'm left staring at my phone, the old terror squeezing my gut. I head for the diner, excusing myself from the banquet and the glittering world of high society vanishing behind me.

With its flickering neon sign and battered booths, the diner on Fremont Street is a relic from another age. It is the ideal venue for a secret gathering and feels like turning back in time. Emma is in a corner booth, her face pallid and eyes ghostly.

I say, gliding into the seat across from Emma. "What's running on?"

She inhales deeply and grips a cup of coffee with shaking hands. Wilson, I am now expecting. With your children.

The words knock me like a sledgehammer. She is pregnant. Two- twins As I consider the enormity of what she just exposed, my heart leaps.

Are you confident? With a calm voice, I at last ask.

She nods and tears flash in her eyes. Yes, I am certain. Henry also knows nothing. He's not sure.

Harrison Carter. my enemy. The consequences are lethal right away. Should Henry learn, what I have worked for could be destroyed.

"Why not tell me sooner?" I inquire, my voice betraying its edge of fear. "Why did you vanish?"

Her voice cracking, she says, "I tried to reach you." But you were cold and remote when I came to you. Wilson, I felt afraid. I knew nothing about handling it.

I cross the table to grab her hand in mine. Emma, I'm sorry. I meant not to drive you away. I was just terrified.

Her eyes darted across mine, half full of mistrust and hope. Wilson, I want your assistance. You have to be here for our kids.

My voice steady, I answer, "I will." "I promise," said

The door of the diner slams open before we can talk further. Two men wearing dark suits walk in, their faces austere. They find us and begin to stroll toward our display.

"Emma, we have to leave," I murmured, heart pounding. Now.

We stand, but the men are already here. Emma is grabbed by one of them and pulled away.

"Let her go!." I demand, but the second man blocks my route by stepping in front of me.

"Mr. Sinclair," the man says dismissively. "Mr. Carter asks for your right away presence."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," I say quickly.

Drawing a gun, the man says, "Too bad." You are traveling with us.

As the gun's barrel points at my chest, panic strikes. The once-comfortable diner is today a picture of disorder. Emma's eyes widen in terror as the customers disperse—some yelling, some curling in their booths.

Emma begs, battling against her kidnapper, "Wilson, please." "Don't proceed."

I try to be a fast thinker. I cannot let them bring us to Henry. Alright, I say, raising my hands in surrender. We shall accompany you. Just try not to injure her.

The guys nod and prod us toward the door. I glance at Emma as we are being shoved into the black SUV; her face is pallid and tear-streaked. Driven across the black streets, the lights of the city blurring flash by.

The SUV pauses on the brink of town beside a run-down warehouse. The men drag us out and march us inside. Henry Carter awaits us, his eyes cold and exact.

"Well, well, Henry remarks with a sarcastic tone. Wilson Sinclair and Emma Larkin here. How amazing.

"What do you want, Henry?," I asked, my voice tight with strain.

Henry says, "I want the truth," staring squarely at Emma. "What's going on between you two?"

I turn to Emma, who looks back at me with a mix of trust and terror. I have to protect Henry and our children even though I know I cannot lie to him. Henry, it's difficult. Let Emma leave; I will go over everything.

Henry's lips curled into a sneer "I do not agree." For some time now, I have been dubious about Emma. Wilson, I never would have imagined it involving you.

He moves nearer, his eyes narrowing. "This is therefore what is gonna happen. You will tell me everything; else, things will get really ugly for both of you.

I inhaled deeply, my head whirling. "Henry, I—"—

"Enough!!" Henry breaks in, his voice growing. Ask them.

The men promptly patted us down, located Emma's phone. Henry grabs it and skimming the communications between us. He reads and his expression darkens.

"You are pregnant," Henry adds, his voice frigid. The twins are Sinclair's as well.

Emma gasps; her face goes white. "Henry, kindly—\"

"Shut Up!" Henry calls out barks. Have you not been lying to me? You reasoned you could fool me?

Pulling a rifle, he points it at Emma. Knowing what he is about to do makes my heart sink.

Not at all I yell, fighting the men who keep me back. " Don't!"

Henry's finger closes on the trigger. Tension permeates the room, anxiety thickening the air.

The warehouse echoes with a sudden loud crash. The side door opens, and a group of masked guys with weapons drawn charges in. As they command Henry's soldiers into a brutal firefight, anarchy breaks out.

Emma duck behind me, dread wide in her eyes. " Wilson, what's happening?"

My voice tight, I say, "I'm not sure." But we have to leave here.

I manage to release myself from the guys clutching me among the bewilderment. I seize Emma's hand and drag her toward the door. Covering our retreat, the disguised attackers use their firearms to provide a brief shield.

We dash across the warehouse avoiding trash and gunfire. I glance back to see Henry's outraged visage trying to pursue us as we explode into the evening.

We enter a waiting automobile, the driver racing off from the turmoil. Emma and I sat in shocked silence, our breaths laboring in ragged gasps.

"What now?" Emma questions, her voice shaking.

I look at her, my head whirling. "We have to get down and find someplace safe. Henry will not stop until he locates us.

Emma nods, determinedly staring at you. And then what about the twins?

We will work things out, I swear. First, though, we must survive this evening.

I cannot get rid of the impression that our problems are far from gone as the car races across the black streets. Henry Carter is a dangerous man, and it's unclear what he will do going forward knowing about our kids.

Right now, all I can concentrate on is safeguarding Emma and defending our future. The stakes are never lower, and the road forward is dangerous. But I think we can face whatever happens next as long as we are together.