We have been almost all day going down the river, but my heart told me we were looking in the wrong place. Deciding to go with a small team up into the forest, we call for Allorah. Every step I gave clarified that I was close. It made me nervous, knowing that maybe she could be dead, but I needed to stay positive, or I would lose my sanity.
All this made it clear to my heart that I loved her. Now more than ever, I hope for a miracle. I had never asked for anything but revenge, but since Allorah came into my life, she turned everything upside down. I was ready to give it my all.
I saw the drones over the forest trees. We move because time became valuable. As we got near a small cliff, I started calling Allorah’s name louder. I felt desperate, needed.
Finally, I heard a muffled word. Stopping, I looked around. Did I listen to things? Concentrating, I try to listen, and then I heard it again; my name. Running for dear life, I finally reach a zone in the forest cover by branches.
Feeling my heart stop, I hear the cries of the person I was dying to see, Allorah. Crawling on the forest floor, I run and head towards her.
“ALLORAH!” I yelled.
Going down, I didn’t care for sticks and leaves. I was reaching for Allorah’s hand. I grasp it. Heaven, that’s what her touch felt. Holding her, I called for help. It was suffocating. Her body got bruised, and I could see she was injured badly.
My men and Farah came running. I heard Raphael calling along the way.
“Oh my God,” Farah said worriedly.
“Where is the chopper?” I yelled desperately.
“Don’t move her, Dominique! Her body has an internal injury,” Farah said as she checked on Allorah.
Tears streamed down my dirty face. Seeing her made me cry. When have I ever cried? This was pain? The woman I love was suffering, and it hurt like death.
Finally, as Sebastian and Erick reach the place, I waited. I hear the chopper from afar.
Allorah was unconscious. Nervously I tried calling her name but nothing.
“F-Farah…” I stutter.
“Relax, she will be fine,” Farah said.
Once the paramedics arrived, they started attending Allorah. My hand gripped hers. I didn’t want to let go. I felt my life was going to leave my body if I did. Putting her on the cart, we head to the chopper. Farah and I got in with the other two paramedics.
As the chopper went back into the air, I squeeze Allorah’s hand tightly. I was so worried that I didn’t feel Farah cleaning my face.
“She will be fine,” Farah whispered.
“No, this is my fault,” I whispered as I shake my head, “I should have taken care of her. I promised her.”
“Don’t blame yourself, Dom,” Farah said, “She will be fine ok?”
The chopper finally landed on the hospital. This time we brought Allorah here because our team worked here in research.
As I part ways with her, I wait patiently in the waiting room. The guys and my mother arrived some minutes later.
“How is she?” my mother asked as she hugged me.
“I don’t know. Farah went in a while ago, but she hasn’t come out,” I explained.
We all waited after what looked like hours. Farah came out looking gloomy and tired.
“How is she?” I asked, worried.
Farah looked up and gripped my arms.
“She will be fine. She has a serious cut on her thigh, which might leave a scar. She has three broken ribs and a concussion. She’s still unconscious,” Farah explained.
“So why are you like this?” Erick asked.
“Because the concussion on her head might cause memory loss,” Farah mumble with tears, “The crash was too much. We still don’t know when she will wake up, so you will have to bear with it.”
Farah looked apologetic. I shake my head and hugged her.
Sitting down, I feel a hand on my shoulder.
“We need to talk,” Sebastian whispered.
Excusing myself, we walked to a corner, out of other ears.
“What is it?” I ask as I massage my face.
“It seems he knew we were coming,” Sebastian said.
“Where is this coming from?” I asked, confused.
“Look, this was the last email they received. It seems we have a mole, and we need to be careful. I could recover some data from the computers, but we still need more,” Sebastian explained, “I got what I wanted on that compound, and now with all this, I think you will still need my help.”
“What did you find?” I asked, intrigued.
“Jewels. That bastard has been gathering exotic jewels and gems, especially Diamonds,” Sebastian whispered, “I don’t know why he needs a lot, but we intercepted one of their trucks. There were at least 200 Diamonds.”
“Diamonds?” I asked, frowning.
Hearing footsteps, we turn and see Raphael walking our way.
“Our men found another body on the river. It looks like it was the driver. So far nothing,” Raphael said, handing me an iPad, “Now check the video.”
Nodding, I click on play and see that’s a security video from the mansion. The weapons they carried were a replica of ours.
“How many men were there?” I asked.
“At least twenty. They ambush the men in the mansion, and they were precise. It even surprised me how they could walk into the property without the guards being alerted,” Raphael said frowning, “This makes little sense at all.”
With a sigh, I give out orders to secure the mansion and my grandfather’s estate. I had enough staffing to handle those bastards.
Excusing himself, Sebastian walks away while in a call.
“Raphael, I need you to intercept Sebastian’s phone without him knowing,” I whispered.
“What?” Raphael screech, “Why?”
“We have a mole, and I need to know who that person is. So, try to intercept his call. I also need security at the mansion and my mother’s home. Anything you can get information on would help,” I ordered, “One more thing, get a man here. I need this place secured, and please bring me a change of clothes.”
Nodding, Raphael pats my back and leaves. I tried to calm myself, but I needed to see Allorah. My craving for her becoming unbearable. What was even wrong with me?
Heading back to where the group was, I see my mom walking over to me.
“Mother?” I asked tiredly.
“How are you?” my mother asked, worried.
“I… I will be fine…” I mumble.
“Oh, son,” my mother said as she hugged me, “You don’t have to lie to your mother. I know you care for her, so please don’t be sad.”
I looked away, embarrassed. But with a plan in mind.
“Mother,” I said, “I want to marry Allorah.”
“You what?” my mother yells.
“I said I want to marry Allorah,” I said, chuckling, “I realize that I love her, and I need her.”
Smiling, my mother pulls me into a hug.
“If that is what you want, I support you,” my mother said smiling, “But remember you have to ask Allorah the question.”
“I know…” I said, embarrassed, “Would you think she will agree?”
I know I might go ahead of myself, but I was in love with her. I needed her; I wanted her. More than anything, I know I genuinely love her. That determination cleared like a day in my mind. Smiling, I look down at my mother.
“Don’t be nervous, she will agree; that I’m sure off,” my mother said with happy tears.
As we hugged, I heard Farah called us.
“Allorah is awake; she is asking for you,” Farah said as she pulled me inside her ward.
As the door opens, I see a scared Allorah calling my name. Running to her, I hug her tightly.
“It’s ok, I’m here,” I whispered.
Allorah cried her eyes out. Hugging her carefully, I whisper sweet words. Once she has calmed down, I slowly move away and caress her face.
Her face red as a tomato and eyes puffy like cotton greeted me with relief.
“Dominique…” Allorah breathes, “You are here.”
“Yes, love, I am,” I whispered as I kiss her forehead.
The doctor walks in with Farah in tow.
“Mr. Montiel,” the doctor greeted briefly.
“Check on her, please,” I said.
Allorah shakes her head desperately.
“I will be here. I promise,” I said as I grabbed Allorah’s face and made her look at me, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Allorah grip turns tighter, and I know she was desperate.
“Please proceed and check her like this,” I order with a stern look.
The doctor nodded and did like I asked. Allorah was holding for dear life.
“Allorah, the doctor will be quick. It would help if you cooperated,” I said as I held her shoulders and pushed lightly away.
“Be careful. You have three broken ribs, Ma’am,” the doctor said with a stern look, “You will need to rest. Mr. Montiel, if possible, it would be best if you don’t let her walk for a while.”
“Anything else?” I asked.
“Her head injury will need some monitored, and her thigh will need to get cleaned every day. It was a deep wound, and the cut had glass shards,” the doctor explained.
“Sounds good, thank you,” I whispered.
The doctor returned and started talking with Farah. I know she would handle anything else needed—especially medicine. I caress Allorah’s face. She looked tired and in pain.
“Why don’t you get some sleep?” I said as she looked up, “I will lay next to you."
Allorah nodded, and I helped her lay back down. Flinching with the movement, I see her hand reach to her left side. That was the area where the broken ribs were.
Farah told me she would handle the papers as she excused herself. I laid down with Allorah. A sigh of relief calmed me down. Allorah was with her eyes closed. Putting my arm around her stomach, I leaned over and kissed her face. Feeling emotional in seeing her again, I move closer.
Allorah slowly opens her eyes and looked at me. Smiling sadly, she leaned her head on my chest.
“Thank you…” Allorah whispered.
“No, I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry you got hurt again. I… I’m sorry, love…” I said as my words become muffled.
With a small kiss from Allorah, I cover ourselves and close our eyes, letting the pain and tiredness take over.