Love Unspoken

Now that Luke's been snatched, things are getting dicey, just like when they grabbed Alexander.

Should they off Luke to fix the mess, or keep him around as leverage?

It wouldn't be long before Aron noticed Luke was gone. They could stall for a bit, but not forever. They had to make Luke, Aron's only son, vanish ASAP. Alexander turned to Kyle and said, "He's all yours."

Kyle nodded. "Got it."

Alexander handed him an address, told him to take Luke there, and took off.

Kyle whisked Luke away that night, set up some decoy gear, and cleaned the place spotless.

The area was a slum, full of all sorts of people, so it was pretty chaotic.

Kyle dragged Luke into a room, tied him up, and splashed a basin of water to wake him.

Luke came to, looked around, and started struggling like crazy.

A knife pressed against his neck. "Don't move," Kyle ordered.

Luke froze and looked at Kyle, fear flickering in his eyes.

He'd lived the high life for years and was only thirty; of course, he was scared of dying.

"If you make a sound, I'll cut your tongue out," Kyle warned, then ripped the tape off Luke's mouth, grabbed his phone, and found Aron's number.

"Call Aron and tell him you're going on a business trip," Kyle demanded.

Luke eyed Kyle warily. The water was freezing, and his lips were turning purple. When he spoke, his voice shook.

"Let me go, I'll give you money, as much as you want," Luke begged.

Kyle slapped him. "Don't you get why I'm the one watching you? Say that again, and I'll start with your teeth!"

Despair washed over Luke. If Alexander trusted Kyle to guard him, Kyle had to be solid. No way a bit of cash would sway him.

Kyle was sharp, knowing traitors never ended well.

If he bought Luke's story, he might not get the money and could end up dead. He'd been with Alexander too long to fall for that.

Kyle spoke again, "If you don't make this call and your dad finds out you're missing, we're screwed. Then you're worthless, and we'll have to kill you. But if you do make the call, it means it's not game over yet. At least you won't be in immediate danger. You get that, right?"

Luke's eyes flickered. He had no choice. Making the call meant buying time; not making it meant dying now.

After a moment, he nodded. "Alright, I'll call."

"Good," Kyle said, dialing the number.

It was early morning, and Aron had just woken up when he got Luke's call.

"What's up so early?" Aron asked.

"Dad, there's a problem with a project at the company. I need to handle it. Just letting you know," Luke replied.

"So urgent? Isn't it almost Christmas?" Aron asked, puzzled.

"Well, Christmas doesn't need me. You guys enjoy it," Luke responded.

Then, Kyle hung up.

Luke glanced at him. "Is that enough?"

Kyle thought it was, then re-taped Luke's mouth. Luke glared at him, fuming.

Quinn had been up all night, waiting in the room. At dawn, she went to check Alexander's yard again; he still wasn't back.

Quinn was getting worried. Did something happen?

Just as she was thinking that, the door suddenly swung open. She turned quickly and saw Alexander walk in.

He shut the door and rushed over to her.

"You..."

Before Quinn could say anything, Alexander grabbed her wrist. "You can't stay here. Come with me."This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Quinn, confused, stumbled behind him, clutching Sprout. Alexander led her out of the Lynch mansion to the parking lot and shoved her into the car. Alexander drove away from the Lynch mansion, heading straight for Iris Estates.

"Why are we going back here?" Quinn asked.

Alexander turned and looked at her seriously. "Quinn, I'm telling you again, go back to Amber Bay, okay?"

Quinn stared at him, then asked, "Did you fix the bug?"

"No," Alexander replied.

Quinn was stunned. "Why not?"

"Don't ask so many questions. Anyway, Luke already knows what you did. You're not safe here, and you might even get me in trouble. Go back, okay?" Alexander said. Quinn bit her lip and whispered, "If he knows what I did, does that mean he knows you didn't lose your memory?"

Alexander nodded slightly.

Quinn lowered her eyes. She didn't expect to fail. She had really messed things up.

"I see," Quinn murmured, looking up at Alexander. "What about you?"

"Don't worry about me. Don't you know who I am?" Alexander replied.

Quinn didn't speak. She knew he was capable, but wasn't he being restrained now? With no one useful around him, could he handle it alone? Alexander reached out and gently caressed her cheek.

Quinn hadn't seen Alexander show such a tender look in a long time.

Alexander stared at her for a long time, as if he hadn't seen her in ages, or as if he wanted to etch her appearance in his mind.

After a while, he withdrew his hand and looked down at the sleeping Sprout in Quinn's arms.

"Alright, get out of the car and pack up to go back," Alexander urged.

Quinn glanced at Alexander suspiciously. She was leaving. Wasn't he even going to give her a hug?

She hesitated for a while, confirmed he had no intention of hugging her, then opened the door and got out.

Alexander watched her through the windshield, seeing her look back every few steps, walking farther until a tree blocked her figure.

He looked away and backed the car out.

Quinn returned to the villa and started packing. The more she thought about it, the more something felt off.

But she couldn't pinpoint it.

Susan was still working at that company as planned. Was it okay for Quinn to leave directly?

She put her things down and waited for Susan to come back.

Around five in the afternoon, Susan came home on time. Anna had already been sent back, so Susan was now living with Quinn.

As soon as Susan entered, she asked Quinn, "The holidays are coming up. Do I still have to stay here? I'm a bit worried."

Quinn sighed, seeing her worried face, and thought it shouldn't matter if she left now.

So she told Susan, "Then pack up and go back. Spend Christmas with your mother."

Susan's face lit up. "Really? I can really go back?"

Quinn nodded slightly. "Yes, I'll arrange it for you."