Chapter
Miguel
Marcus needs to be better at hiding his cameras. The shifted flowers don’t go unnoticed. Not much does to a man like me. The memory comes back of my dead father-in-law saying how good I am when it comes to attention to detail. "Nothing gets past you."
No words have ever been more wrong. I dig my nails into the palm of my hand to keep my mind focused on the pain, instead of my old memories of the past that will forever haunt me. Marcus may be alive, but my heart is still having a hard time letting go of what it had been tricked to believe all these years. My phone makes a noise and I pick it up from the dresser. It's an alert on my other tracker, one I'd removed from my key fob. I guess he hasn't thought to check the bag he uses to carry toys in. It appears to be in the trunk of the main car he drives.
Where are you going, mi amor?
He’d show me soon enough. My eyes widen with curiosity as the car heads closer to the nearest airport. He's flyingsomewhere and from the looks of it, so am I. I call Able and have them get my jet ready. I'm not sure where he's going yet, but when I find out, I will be right behind him. I pay attention to the coordinates while I go from sitting to standing several times in a short span of time. After the car comes to a stop, I throw all my stuff in my suitcase. I even take the camera with me. It could be of some use to me later. My worries of not being able to find him once he gets on the plane don't last long. He's taking the bag with him.
Either he knows and he wants me to follow him, or he's going somewhere that requires him to bring his toys. I'm more than willing to follow no matter the reason. My phone buzzes and there's a message from Able about being outside. I grab my things and rush down to the lobby to check out. I don't want my sweetheart to be without me for too long.
Able is waiting in the driver's seat and my two guards are standing outside the car when I make it outside the building. They know I hate when they hover over me. Them being in the same location as me is good enough. I have my ways of sending out an SOS when I need it.
"Ready?" Able glances up at me through the cracked window.
“I have been this whole time."
One of my men takes my bag. He opens the door, and the two guards get in the back once I'm safely inside. I give them the satisfaction of thinking they’re doing something important even when I’m perfectly capable of getting in the car without any assistance. Unlike my son, I actually bring protection with me at all times.
"Are we flying out right away?"
I shake my head, turning up the heat. Wherever Marcus is going, I sure hope it's warmer there. "No. We will wait and see where his plane lands first."
"So we are going on some wild goose chase for this man now?"
"You do keep saying I need to take a vacation and if I choose to spend it this way, then so be it."
"I just hope he's worth it."
He definitely is and would be every damn time. When we reach my jet, we wait until Marcus lands.
"Looks like we are going back home, Able."
He arches a brow. "So you came all this way for nothing. You could have just waited a few days and he would have come to you."
Knowing Marcus, I’m willing to bet Able’s assumption is wrong. "I don't think so. He might be up to something and I'm probably landing myself straight into a trap."
"Then why go?"
"Why not?"
"Because it could be dangerous. I did some digging and I know who you're following. The man is—"
"The love of my life."
Able's eyes widen and his head tilts. "The love of your life?"
"Yes and haven't you heard people say they would give their life for the man they love? I’d gladly die for this man, even if he's the one pulling the trigger."
"I think you've found your kryptonite."
I laugh, leaning back in my seat. "I don't plan on losing it ever again either, even if in the end he’s the one who ends up destroying me."
I don't care if Marcus is seen as my weakness to others. My strength is depleting the longer I go without him. Whenever he is near, I'm more alive than ever before. I've been running on autopilot this whole time, staying alive because I had to. It's nothing but a chore now. With Marcus everything has more meaning and it’s easier to find joy in the smallest things whenever he’s around. It doesn’t stop. Not when we’re fighting, or when he does everything imaginable to piss me off. I onlywant him more at the end of the day. It’s the bite and rebelliousness in him that had drew me in to begin with. While he's in need of guidance and discipline, I'm the one to give it to him.
Wanting to be well rested for when I see Marcus again, I take a short nap on the plane. I prefer being knocked out during my trips. I can handle being in the air easier and my anxiety of being up high off the ground doesn’t set in if I’m not awake to notice it. While getting into one of my personal cars, I check the coordinates. My heart shoots up into my throat when I realize where he is. Memories of our last moments at the Red Roof Inn come flooding back, causing my pulse to beat loudly in my ears. I show Able the map and he nods, heading in the direction of the place where I had first learned to trust. I reach into my pocket and pull out the blue pistol. It doesn’t matter who comes back to who at this point as long as in the end we are together.
