Is Trust Really Earned?

Chapter 9

Savannah's POV

Morgan flings his arms around my waist and re buries his head in my stomach causing me to giggle a little, Lorenzo comes in and takes in the scene in front of him and looks at Morgan with a scowl. Lorenzo clears his throat “You are aware she is marrying my son, aren’t you?” he almost growls at Morgan.

Morgan removes his face and looks over his shoulder at Lorenzo replying in a bored tone “Don’t worry, you have made sure to remind me every day that I’ve been here. Which funny enough, has been every single day.” Lorenzo’s scowl deepens before he does growl “Well maybe if you stop over stepping, boy.” Morgan snorts and turns back to face me as he say’s “Well maybe you should get back to work old timer, maybe then you will find out who actually attacked Savannah.”

I looked over to Lorenzo and his expression turned murderous, I look back at Morgan and he has a serious expression himself. I look between the two waiting for someone to say something, but they don’t so I do “What the f**k do you mean by finding who attacked me?” I question them both sternly. Both of their expressions turn childish as if they are about to be scolded by their mother.

Lorenzo awkwardly clears his throat mumbling “Maybe you should ask your father, let him explain.” He is trying to put off answering me so I use the one thing I know will work and say narrowing my eyes “Uncle Lo, I’m asking you.” I use my sickly-sweet voice, which has both men gulping.

I have to fight the smirk trying to form on my lips, Morgan jumps up rushing to say “I’m, um going to get your father.” Before he ran out the door leaving me to continue giving Lorenzo my famous stink eye, lucky for him I’m on strict bed rest for the next 3 days and even after that I’m only allowed to do light tasks. I can already feel myself going crazy, as if being locked in darkness wasn’t bad enough, now I’m stuck in bed.

It didn’t take long for my father and Morgan to come back, both looking nervous hoping this is all a sick joke. When my father sits on the side of my bed and takes my hand, I know instantly that it’s true, they haven’t found the man that did this to me.

My father looks at me guiltily “I’m sorry sweetheart but it’s true, you were attacked, and we haven’t found him yet. No one has even come forward to take responsibility, we don’t understand.” He explains. He takes my hand and asks, “Do you remember anything, anything at all?” I have to think about my answer because I do remember everything, but can I find out more if they don’t know I’m looking into it.

I look at him for a second and shake my head in answer. A thought occurs to me, but I don’t say anything, as if reading my mind Morgan says “I’m not sure it was an outside job…” Lorenzo cuts him off. He throws his arms in the air saying “Oh here we go again, did I not already dismiss this? It was not an inside job, why do you all think that?” He finishes with a huff. I pause for a minute a bit taken back by Lorenzos outburst, it was weird, and I really hope he has nothing to do with it.

I need a minute to think and talk to Morgan alone so I say, “I’m tired, could you bring me a juice please Morgan then I think I’ll get some sleep.” I give Morgan a look I hope he understands, thankfully he nods back and leaves quickly. My father kisses my forehead while Lorenzo stands looking around nervously, then they both leave.

Morgan comes back quickly with a drink he closes and locks the door. When he sits down, I ask, “Ok that was strange, don’t you think…” Morgan cuts me off shaking his head explaining “Yes, but I don’t think he ordered it, I do think however he knows who did and he is protecting them.” I’m in complete shock at what I’m hearing.

I let that sink in for a second before asking “Who do you think ordered it then?” Morgan offered a shrug before answering “That I don’t know and am having trouble finding out.” His shoulders slump in defeat, I put my hand on his and squeeze before saying “I took a video of him right, did I manage to get his face?” he looks at me in surprise “You remember?” he asks, and I give him a nod.

I whisper, “But let’s keep that between you and I for now, I want to find out who he is.” He gives me a look of pity “Your dad already had everyone search everywhere for this guy, his computer techs couldn’t find a match anywhere…” he starts explaining but I put my finger on his lips. I lean in closer “That was my father’s people, I have my own and trust me they will find him.” I whisper with a smirk.

He looks at me “But it wasn’t just your fathers’ guys looking, Lorenzo’s and my father’s men have been looking into it.” He says with a defeated tone. I squeeze his hand again “And if what you think is right, then Lorenzo may be stopping you all. He doesn’t know I have my own people, not even my father does for this precise situation.” I say with a s**t eating grin.

Morgan blinks in shock a few times before a smirk morphs onto his face, he looks at the door before turning back to me asking “So what now?” I reply, “Now I get my laptop and phone back, I assume the video is still on there?” Morgan shakes his head “No your father transferred it to his computer then deleted it, said he didn’t want you to have it as a reminder if you didn’t remember anything. But he didn’t do it before I sent it to my phone.” He says with an even bigger smirk.

I almost laugh aloud feeling sad I missed so much time with everyone, but that feeling can wait first I need to find out what is going on “I’ll get my phone and laptop tomorrow, when I contact you send me the video and I guarantee we’ll have him behind lock and key in 4 days.” I say with confidence.

When Morgan leaves, I get some rest and must fall asleep, because the next thing I know it’s morning. When I open my eyes they meet a head of messy hair, I know who it is right away. I hear him sigh and I say, “It’s about f*****g time you came to see me; don’t you think?” Dante jumps so high he knocks the chair over and looks at me in shock, when he comes to his senses he turns and shh’s the chair.

He then turns and looks at me with a gentle expression before he shakes his head and runs from my room leaving me in shock and confusion. I don’t understand what the hell is going on with him, but right now I have bigger problems to sort out and that starts by finding the fucker that put me in a 6-month coma.

When my mother brings in breakfast, I ask her to get my phone and laptop, she grumbled a bit until I explained I either worked in bed or I got up and went to the office. She knows I am my father’s daughter, and she will not win, one way or another I will be getting some work done.

I ate while she went to get my things from my father, who I knew would be following my mother back into my room. He like my mother tried to convince me to rest, but I told him what I told my mother. After a few back and fourths he sighed before dropping my things on my bed and leaving, my mother grabbed my empty tray and left as well. I grab my phone and send Morgan a text, within seconds he has sent the video to me. I decide to go onto the balcony and send everything I have over to my guys, then all I need to do is sit and wait I know my guys will do what needs to be done.

As I expected my guys found my attacker within 2 days, I must admit they impressed me with how quick they found him. I will have him in my possession by the end of the week, although I won’t be able to do much in the way of torture for a few weeks. But keeping him locked up will help me figure out who else might be involved.

With my attacker missing whoever is helping him will start to sweat I’m hoping. Morgan was understandably shocked my people managed to find him so quickly when everyone else was just hitting a brick wall, he is the one that is grabbing him and taking him where I will deal with him.

…. Two months after Savannah woke up….

I’m finally back to near full strength and I’m looking forward to finally getting to the bottom of my attack, my attacker is being held courtesy of me. I have people watching him 24/7, I have been treating him quiet fairly for now.

I want him comfortable before I face him, because when I do face him, I can’t wait to see the shock on his face. Like most men I have led him to believe I am soft and gentle keeping him feed and looked after to a certain degree, but I want him as comfortable as possible before I do what I have planned to him.