Chapter 25 WHERE IS MY WIFE
CHAPTER 25
WHERE IS MY WIFE?
SCARLETT – POINT OF VIEW
Shivers run down my spine as our hand brushes, but I ignore it.
Rick is reluctant and grumpy, but I also ignore him. Eve and I get in the car, a jet-black Aston Martin. I can’t keep my giddiness in. My chest feels lighter, like a knot has been loosened.
“You know you can’t avoid him forever.” Eve muses as I drive out of the estate.
“I can try.” I shrug and focus on driving.
My mother never wanted me to drive because, according to her, it’s one of the things expected of a man. I was supposed to sit and look pretty.
Bullshit.
Dad loved me so much and indulged in my passion. He took me driving at night, or in the evenings when Mom had to visit the Don’s wife. I loved being rebellious. It filled me with a thrill like no other. I took advantage of it every time. Then, one night, I found my mother driving. I was shocked but so pleased. I knew we had the same rebellious heart. I loved that even as she conformed, she never lost her wild spirit. It gave me hope that I would always keep my fire.
We drive into the busy streets.
“Do we have a destination in mind?” Eve glances at me warmly.
“Maybe we can go past a drive-thru, then to that store we saw moments ago. I just need fresh air.” I explain with a deep sigh.
My mind keeps flashing back to Roman, to how good he felt, to how that kiss dropped my defences. I need to learn to stay away from him. Whatever I think I feel is not true. He means nothing to me. All he is is a means to an end, a way to get what I want.
We drive to the drive-thru, and I grin in glee as men whistle at the car. I know it’s not mine, but I feel like it is.
We order enough, then head to the store. I already feel lighter and better.
The store is beautiful and minimalistic. We greet the receptionist as we walk down the dress aisle. We spend minutes walking down the clothing aisles and talking about everything and nothing. I am doing my best to ignore the fact that she is leaving and I’ll be trapped with Roman for the next couple of days.
Roman, who is thick in all places. Heat rushes through me as I remember how he felt when our bodies were pressed together, how right he felt.
“I think you should get Rue and Russel.” She glances at me.
I blink in confusion, “What?”
“Eve and Russell, the bodyguards? Where’s your mind, Scar?” She chides softly.
My cheeks flush. She definitely doesn’t want to know where my mind was.
“You think I should get them both?” I steer the topic as we check out the stunning shoes.
“Russell is practically, and she is calmer, softer, they’ll make the perfect pair and will – look at that gorgeous bag!” She gasps, and I follow her gaze.
I smile when I see the denim Coach bag. It is beautiful, and I am going to get it for her. I walk to it and grab it, but frown when I see there’s no price tag anywhere on it. So, we walk to the receptionist, who has been watching us from the corner of her eye.
“How much is this bag? I’d like to get it.” I place it on the counter.
She looks at us, eyes narrowed, and says, “It’s very expensive.”
“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. How much is it?” Eve scoffs, irritated.
She doesn’t respond; instead, she makes a call, and moments later, a woman joins us.
“Can I help you?” She asks us bitterly, hand on her hips.
I am confused by the bitchy attitude. “We want to get this bag. How much is it?”
“It is too expensive, and not for you. Why don’t you find something cheaper elsewhere?” She sneers, not even attempting to hide her bitchy attitude.
It ticks me off instantly. Heat rushes down my spine, and rage simmers in me, but I push back my anger. Eve doesn’t. She is as red as a tomato, and about to explode. I don’t stop her in time.
“You fucking bitch. I can buy everything in this store, including your sorry selves!” She snarls, angrily.
“It’s okay, Eve. Come on.” I say, gritting my teeth.
I manage to pull her out of the store, but as we are about to get in the car, the two women come rushing towards me, accompanied by two men, security guards.
My shoulders square defensively, and I clench my jaw hard. “The fuck do you want?”
“This is not your car! You are about to steal someone’s car!” The first woman shrieks, and my cheeks flush in rage.
“We need to see some identification, ma’am.” The guard says rudely.
“It is her fiancé’s car.” Eve snaps.
The next five minutes pass in an overwhelming blur. Eve and I try to tell them the car is mine, owned by my husband-to-be, but they don’t listen. I ignore them and try to get in the car, which is when one of the fucking guards puts his hand on me, he shoves me against the car, and cuffs me.
Shock courses through me, followed by a sea of rage that threatens to drown me.
Eve is hysterical, on her phone, probably speaking to Rick and Roman, who I am certain will burn this place to the ground.
“You are making a huge mistake, huge. Do you know who the fuck I am? I am going to make you regret this for the rest of your deranged life, you fucking bastards!” My chest burns with every word I say.
“Oh, shut up, we know your kind, you sex workers who sleep with rich men and think you belong to this world –”
The woman sneers, and I watch in horror as Eve lunges at her, her claws reaching for her face. My heart slams against my chest when the other guard holds her backwards.
Almost immediately, two cars drive in, at astonishing and dangerous speeds.
Roman jumps out of it, eyes wide with rage and shoulders tense.
“WHERE IS MY WIFE?” He roars, and his gaze locks on mine.
His whole body vibrates with rage as he closes the distance, a force barely contained. He grabs the guard and drives him into the ground with a sickening finality.
My eyes widen as fists come down again and again, fast, savage, unchecked. There’s no restraint, no hesitation, just pure violence pouring out of him.
Then he stops.
Slowly, deliberately, he turns. His gaze locks onto mine, blazing.