For the past two months, Zavier had been turning every stone in his quest for Skyler. But it was like she vanished off the face of the earth.
With each passing day, the fear of losing Skyler forever was eating him alive. He couldn't eat or sleep. And even when he did, he was haunted by dreams of her. She was always there, looking at him with those accusing eyes, as if he had committed an unforgivable sin.
He banged on Marcus' door time and time again, begging for Skyler's whereabouts. He swore he wouldn't bother her, and just wanted to see her from a distance. But Marcus wouldn't spill the beans.
Zavier knew the key to his dilemma was Cornelia. So, he had her watched, waiting for a moment when she was unprotected. Once that happened, he planned to snatch her and force Marcus' hand.
Last night, he thought his moment had come. Just when he was about to trade Cornelia for Skyler, Marcus and his crew showed up. Marcus had a look in his eyes that gave Zavier the creeps, like the Grim Reaper himself.
"Zavier, touch a hair on Cornelia's head, and you'll wish you were never born." Marcus threatened.
"Marcus, what's eating you?" Zavier casually lit a cigarette, taking a couple of drags, "You don't even love Cornelia. If she disappears, you could simply replace her."
But Marcus was having none of it. He stomped over, snatched the cigarette out of Zavier's hand, and crushed it under his boot, "Cornelia is my wife, Zavier. I have sworn to protect her with my life. If anyone dares to harm her, I'll make sure they'll pay dearly."
"Oh, wife?" Zavier lit another cigarette, jabbing it towards Marcus's face, "You know to protect your wife. What about when you hid my wife? Ever think about how I'd feel?"
As he watched the burning cigarette butt being jabbed towards his face, Marcus didn't flinch nor blink, "Zavier, if Skyler didn't want to leave you. If she still loved you, do you think I could have hidden her?"
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