His Woman (18+)

Chapter LVI

THE BETRAYAL

Never expect too much from a person, sweetheart, or else you'll end up disappointed.

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CHAPTER LVI

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I FELT RELIEVED after my chat with Emma. It was one less thing to worry about and one less weight to carry on my shoulders. I still had to figure out what I was going to do with myself though because with a baby on the way, everything would change faster that I'd have time to prepare.

At least I would have Daniel.

As if reading my mind, the jeep that I knew Daniel left with came rolling into the gates, making my heart leap with excitement. I wanted to tell him about what Emma had told me and force him into spending more time with her.

Like a puppy, I went bounding down the stairs and towards the garage, throwing the door open just in time to catch him stepping out from the driver's seat.

His eyes met mine, but instead of sparkling with joy and excitement, his gaze hardened and a frown fell onto his lips.

“Go away.”

I didn't know if I should've been pissed or upset. Obviously he was in a bad mood, but what could I have possibly done to make it my fault.

I folded my arms over my chest and glared at him ready to fight fire with fire. “Why should I?”

I got my answer seconds later when his men had roughly tugged out an average sized man from the boot of the car. His hands were tied behind his back and a sack was over his head, making it impossible for him to see his surroundings.

Even though I didn't know who the person was, my stomach dropped with dread.

“I'm not playing. Go back inside,” he said, his voice low and full of warning.

For once, I wasn't going to argue. This was a case that I really didn't want to see through.

I glared at him one last time before turning around and making to walk back inside. That was when the captor started speaking and struggling to get out.

“You're wasting your time with me. Even if I did know anything, I wouldn't tell you. Not over my dead body.”

I halted in my tracks, feeling my heart beat faster at the familiar voice. With wide eyes, I whipped around and looked straight at the figure, trying to find any kind of assurance that it wasn't who I thought it was.

“Uncle?”

“Araceli?”

The place froze and I could feel Daniel's harsh glare on the side of my head, but I didn't care in that moment because they had my uncle Isaac and God knows what they were going to do to him in their little underground lair.

“Uncle Isaac!” I flew out the doorstowards him, but before I could reach him, Daniel's arms wrapped around my waist and kept me from going any closer. I struggled in his grasp, not fighting him but trying to twist myself out of his strong hold. “No. You have my uncle, Daniel.”

His jaw clenched and he stared straight ahead, not looking at me as he tightened his arms around my waist. “I know.”

“Then why do you have him?” I almost screamed, turning to face so he could look me right in the eye.

“Take him away.”

“No! No! Don't take him anywhere! Please.”

The men ignored my cries and carried him down the trapdoor into the basement while he struggled in their hold.