My heart was frantic exceedingly when we stepped off the aircraft. I had no idea why I was so jittery. I lost sight of Hiro, Rayden, and Red as we prepared to head for the stairs. I was about to follow the two after they called my name, but before I could, my phone beeped, and I noticed Hiro gesturing at it.
I looked for what it was and saw a message from him.
'I have a bad feeling the Smiths might be here.' That was what the content of his message was; when I looked up, they vanished. Two guards instantly hauled me back, and as I looked around, three were standing watch behind me and one in front. I have no idea what they are doing because they are all in suits.
How many times did I try to break free from their hold on me yet I have no powers, "what are you doing?" I scold them yet they never listen to me. "This is harassment!"
"She's here, sir," the man in front of me said on his cellphone. I growled and wanted to grab that phone to scold the person he was talking to but they were too strong.
How dare they grab me without warning and drag me around? They're cowards! The others merely stared at me; luckily, they did take a long time to identify me considering that I was wearing a pair of sunglasses, a cap, and a sweatshirt. I was wearing this to hide my identity, but these guards are giving me the creeps! I turned to see where Hiro was heading. It would be highly controversial if someone discovered I was back and had kids, so I was rooting no one spotted them.
Why had I not considered that this could happen? There's nothing I can do right now, so I sighed strenuously. Something unexpected came up.
When we were out at the airport, a limousine stopped in front of me and opened. I expected them to put me there, so I stepped forward. But I backed off when the man sitting there came out.
Why was he here?
His expressive and deep eyes captivated me, making it easy to lose myself in his gaze. Every time our eyes contact, I still get this feeling of affection. He was devouring away at my soul, and he wouldn't let it come back until he found the solution.
I never achieved victory over him, so I was the one who disregarded our eye contact first. His arms are getting even more broader, which is my weak point, and looking at him now he seems more mature, which fits him. I still get shivers from his messy hair, his square, flawless jaw, and his features. I assumed that I was moving on, but what is this now, Cbiara Blair? Hell, woman! He is a married man, for god sake! I scolded myself.
"Here she is, governor." I looked up when I heard that from the man in the suite. What is this?
"Move her." I just stared at him when he uttered using his deep voice and slightly brushed his fingers on my skin. I felt an electricity when he held me there. Why is this man still so powerful? By just his one touch all of what we shared had begun to recall in my mind.
"Let go of me," I pleaded, but he didn't seem to hear and let me inside the car. I cried at the top of my lungs, but no one got sympathy from me.
I saw my children, who were there in the distance and were calling me, but I slowly turned to the road so they wouldn't recognize me and Raven wouldn't find out. Once Raven finds out about it, I don't know what he can do.
Inside, it's just the two of us. I tried not to sigh at all while we were together, but I felt like it was getting too close between the two of us, so I moved away from him. I feel like I'm only becoming more warm and more restless, and I can't stand having the two of us jointly under one roof. I made a concerted effort to gather my gallantry before seeing him. I erupted, “You get me out of here, Raven!" I was aligning up, not gazing at him either, since I wasn't ready to meet his gaze. No matter what I do, I can never win against him because he is too formidable.
"I'll take you there," he mumbled. I irritatedly turned my way to him and scoffed.
"Do you know where I'm going? And is it okay, Raven? Don't you ever make a scene because of what your wife will think!" A bitter taste is what I've felt while dropping the word 'wife', and I admit that I still have a little feeling for him.
I'm not sure why I was so attached to him so fiercely; it was making me crazy. He was silent and decided not to talk to me, so I nibbled my lower lip. My chest began to tighten with anxiety. My thoughts turned to my kids and what they are doing right now. I really want to text Hiro, but I can't since Raven might steal my phone out of the blue and he'll find out about the kids soon.
That's the only thing I'm going to avoid, for him to know about our children. I don't really know Raven yet, so I can't express my feelings right away. I stood firm so he would not think that I was worried about something that he might find out in the end.
"We'll be there for an hour; sleep first," he offered, but I didn't listen, and I forced my eyes wide open. I was thinking that he would do something while I was napping so I had to keep my eyes open. But later on during our flight, I felt a little dozed up, so I decided to snap just for a minute, and it turned out to be an hour until we arrived.
I went out and saw that the sunset over the mountain was absolutely stunning, with vibrant hues of pink and orange in the sky. It was so flowery in the eyes that I couldn't take my eyes off it. I was pacing in the meantime when someone faked a cough that caught my attention.
"We're here." Raven informed me and showed me the whole of Lower Manhattan, so my mouth half hung and I realized that we were in my father's place.
"H-how?" I couldn't continue what I was going to ask in full because I couldn't believe that he knew where I wanted to go, how did he know about this?
"Shh, let's go to your father." He just pulled me, and I don't know why I just let him drag me.
I'm taken aback to see everybody there, including my father and my family by his side. I was speechless at how affectionately they beamed at me; my father, who was in a wheelchair, was also smiling as if they were teasing the two of us. What the hell? What is going on? The man's expression is unchanged when I look at him.
"Welcome, Cbiara Blair." My two aunts, Laura and Lucia, just came to hug me tightly. My forehead creased, confused by their attitude towards me. Did they know anything about me?
The one who called me, my Uncle John, was smiling all over his ears when he saw me. He was behind Daddy and looked like he was supporting him.
"Blair," my dad called me for the first time, and I'll let you know that I got emotional that time.
"D-dad," I covered my mouth using my hand, not to surpass any voice, but I sobbed. I miss my man. I miss him so much, no matter how I try to stay away from him.
"Come here, baby." He couldn't speak very well, so I broke down and had convulsive gasps while taking a little step near him. Suddenly, I hugged his leg, and I began to bawl while he was caressing my back.
"D-daddy," I stammered out as I attempted to call him. I had no idea why I slipped. Not realizing he was extremely ill when I'm fucking living it up in Chicago. I wanted to howl out loud and ask why this fvcking had to happen, but it discomforted my heart.
He assures me, "I'm okay," but I know he's not, so I simply become more depressed inside of me. He joked, "Why are you crying? It's not like I’m dead," but I gave him a nasty look. The joke is not quite amusing. He tried to get to my face but was unable, so he said, "Fine, fine, I give up.” He chuckled and I was holding his hands.
I stared at him for a long time; his illness had caused him to lose a lot of weight, distorted his eyes, become practically unrecognizable, and nearly have bruises where I could see them. My heart squeezed witnessing it. When he pushed me away, I should have pleaded to be with him.
"It is not your fault, Cbiara," he murmured. Hearing this from him upsets me since I know that I am at fault. Wish I had paid attention to them. This family would be ideal if I had avoided Roux. But now that it's all over, I have to make amends for everything.
But why do I still feel like something is off to my father?