36. A Surprising Ally
I was so tired. I wasn’t really surprised. I was mentally exhausted.
Everything I’d learnt kind of blew my mind. Daniel, the necklace, Vincent’s revelations about his feelings. I knew I felt something for him, but never in my wildest dreams would I have ever thought he felt the same.
What was I saying? The same? Did I love him too?
I couldn’t say the words back to him, so instead I told him to kiss me, and boy did he kiss me!
Then I heard him talking to the pilot. Would Daniel really kill all those people. If Vincent hadn’t managed to land the helicopter safely we would both be dead. What possible reason would he have to kill everyone else.
I leant my head on Vincent’s shoulder, my eyelids growing heavy.
The next thing I heard was Vincent’s gentle voice.
“C’mon sweetheart, wakeup.”
I groaned, trying to force my eyes open. Trying to concentrate, remember what had happened.
“Don’t worry, I’ll carry her,” Vincent concluded.
Who was he talking to? Where were we?
I felt his arms wrap around me, as he lifted me up.
“Vincent...” I mumbled, still half asleep.
I felt his lips on my forehead.
“Sshh, go back to sleep,” he soothed.
I snuggled into his chest and drifted back to sleep.
When I woke I was laying on a soft bed. I could hear hushed voices in the room.
“Quando è successo? Perché non siamo stati informati?” [When did this happen? Why weren’t we informed?]
Armando’s angry voice. I opened my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. He was safe, but what about Gianna, and the boat.
I opened my eyes and sat up. I was in a very posh bedroom. Double doors lead out into a sitting room. One of them was closed, but the other was open a little. I saw Armando through the gap in the door, pacing up and down on the phone. Vincent stood there his arms folded. I couldnt see Gianna or Christian though.
I was still dressed in the clothes I had been wearing before, someone had removed my shoes though, probably Vincent when he carried me from the helicopter.
I slipped off the bed, and padded over to the door in my bare feet.
As I approached the door, Vincent turned around. His angry face softened as he smiled and held out his hand.
“What’s going on?” I questioned, my voice still sleepy, “is everyone ok? Gianna?”
Vincent wrapped his arm around my waist and guided me over to a large sofa, gesturing me to sit.
“Everyone is fine, the boat is fine,” he assured me, but the expression on his face told me that everything wasn’t fine.
I zoned out of Armando’s conversation. I didnt understand what he was saying, and I was only hearing his side of the conversation anyway.
Vincent took my hands, and squeezed them gently.
“It’s Daniel, he’s managed to find someone to pay his bail. He’s not in jail anymore.”
My stomach did a somersault, and I suddenly felt a tightness in my chest. I couldn’t breath. He was going to find me, and kill me. If I thought my life wasn’t my own before, it certainly wouldn’t be now.
All I could see in my minds eyes were all the ways he could hurt me or kill me. I felt like my heart was about to explode out of my chest, and still I couldn’t manage to gulp in a breath.
Then I felt Vincents hands, gripping my face. Gently, but firmly.
“Rosie? Rosie, look at me...Breath.”
I looked at him, and managed to gulp in a breath of air. Tears began to pool in my eyes.
“He’s coming for me isn’t he,” I blurted out, “he’s going to kill me or worse.”
I stifle a sob as my hand flies to my mouth.
It made it more real when I said it out loud.
“No Rosie, No. I promised I would protect you and I will. We’ll find him, and when we do...”
Vincent tried to convince me, but I shook my head.
“If you get arrested for murder, I won’t have anyone,” I whimpered.
I glanced at Armando.
“Armando and Gianna...they arent the same. They arent you. I cant be without you Vincent, I just can’t,” I cried, as tears leaked from my eyes and trickled down my cheeks.
Vincent wrapped his arms around me. His had gently cupped the back of my head as he pulled me into his chest.
“No one’s going to get arrested, Tesoro,” he soothed.
I relaxed into his chest I had come to realise I only felt truly safe when I was with Vincent, when his arms were wrapped around me, when he held me.
I jumped slightly when I heard a knock at the door. Vincent looked towards the door, but didn’t move. His arms still wrapped around me tightly.
Armando had stopped talking on the phone, so he headed towards the door of the suite. He opened the door a crack, then fully to allow Christian and Gianna in.
Gianna immediately came rushing over to where we sat. Vincent released me from his arms, only for them to be replaced with Gianna’s
“Oh my god, Rosie,” she wailed, “thank goodness your ok.”
Vincent stood up and walked over to Christian.
“Well?” he demanded.
“There was nothing on the boat. Whoever they are, it looks like they were just after you and Rosie.”
Vincent narrowed his eyes.
“By they, you mean Daniel and whoever he has working for him. Do we know?”
Christian shook his head.
“All we know is that they work on the yacht. It could be anyone.”
I extracted myself from Gianna’s hug.
“I thought they worked for Vincent? Why would they suddenly work for Daniel? How did he get out of prison anyway?”
Armando walked over to the sofa, and sat down next to me.
“He likely had contingency accounts abroad that couldn’t be frozen. He just arranged for one of his allies to pay his bail. Then it appears like he greased a few palms, not unlike the people who he had beat you up.”
Christian looked at Armando and nodded.
“With all his plans failing so far, he will probably want to deal with things himself. If that’s the case, he will probably try and come for Rosie. Not to kill her, but to…”
“Enough!” Vincent growled.
He walked back over to the sofa.
“I promised to protect you and I will.”
Armando stood up, his gaze fixed on me, then he shook his head.
“In that case we need to draw him out, and I know exactly how to do it.”
Vincent wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
“No. No, I won’t allow it. Your not going to use Rosie as bait, it’s too dangerous,” he warned.
I glanced between the three men.
Armando and Christian were looking at me pointedly, apparently ignoring Vincent’s objections.
Gianna narrowed her eyes.
“No, Vincent is right. You can’t do this.”
I pulled away from Vincent, and stood up, locking my eyes on Armando.
“What do you need me to do?”
“She’ll be in no danger, Vincent. I promise you,” Armando reiterated.
I could tell by the look on Vincent’s face that he wasn’t convinced.
I wrapped my hands around his arm.
“I have to, Vincent,” I whispered, “it’s the only way to get him off our back.”
Vincent looked at me, and sighed.
“It doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
I glanced over at the woman who was standing next to two of well built men in suits.
She had short blond hair, her eyes were almost the same colour as mine, and she was around the same height. Her name was Lucy, and she was an FBI agent, as where the men she was with.
If someone had told me that the same people I had been running from would be helping my kidnapper I would have laughed in their faces. But Vincent was so much more than that now.
She took a step forward.
“We know he is on the island. Under normal circumstances we would advise the cancellation of the wedding, but we believe this is the best way to draw him out.”
I stared at her.
“And you’re going to pretend to be me?”
She smiled and nodded.
“With the help of that little trinket around your neck.”
I held the small diamond pendant between my thumb and forefinger.
“Is it still enabled?” Lucy asked, before glancing over at Vincent.
He sighed and nodded. Then he frowned.
“How did you know?”
“Anyone can pick up a tracker signal. I suspect that’s what Daniel is hoping for. He wont risk an open assault on the suite of rooms you are in, but at the wedding. He can hide in plain site. With over two hundred people at the reception it will be easy for him to grab Rosie without too much fuss.”
“And we have the element of surprise on our side. He will assume he knows Rosie’s exact location, because of the tracker. Rosie will wear the necklace during the ceremony, then once you all drive back to the reception, I will become Rosie, and she will be whisked away to safety. We will setup an opportunity for him to snatch me, then we will take him back into custody.”
Vincent let out a heavy sigh, but finally relented.
There wasn’t really another choice, not unless I intended to keep running for the rest of my life. I’d already pretty much decided that I didn’t want to run anymore, especially not from Vincent.