Trust can be earned

Chapter Four

Morgan’s POV

Sirena’s face was a picture when we pulled up outside the jewellery shop, she looked at me wide eyed before looking back out of the window. When she looked at me again, she nervously whispered “Wh-what are we doing here?” I can’t stop the chuckle that leaves me lips.

I look at her with as much sincerity as I can before replying “We are picking your engagement ring; I know it is a fake engagement. But one day you will be my wife, so I want you to pick the ring you want because it will be the ring you are wearing for the rest of your life.”

Sirena has tears in her eyes as she says, “You want me to pick my real engagement ring for a fake proposal?”

I cut her off “It may be fake for now but one day it will be real and by then we may already be married, I want you to have a ring that is you not Sirena.” I think she understands what I’m trying to say, she gives a small nod before reaching for the handle. The door is open before she has a chance and a hand is offered to her, she takes it and gets out as I get out the other side.

I jog round to meet her and rest my hand on the small of her back as I lead her towards the door, this is not how I wanted to propose to her. I will do it again before we marry, and that time it will be real but for now we have to do things this way. We look at the different rings and she tries a few on, there is one she keeps looking at, but she hasn’t asked to try it on.

While she is talking to the salesperson I walk over to the display, I take a picture of the one she keeps looking at and walk back over to her. When I get back, she has gone for a ring that I know isn’t her, I know she still thinks this is all fake so she is picking a ring she knows will get up Enzo’s nose. It is big and catches the light whichever way its moved; it is designed to catch attention. I don’t even question her; I just pay for the ring and tell them we want to take it now.

We are an hour late for the gala and as we got back into the limo my father texts me to say that Enzo has arrived, he has brought a cheap looking date with him. I decide it is best to prepare Sirena, so she isn’t going in blind, I release a few breaths trying to tell her.

“Don’t worry, I expected him to show up with a date. It doesn’t matter, Morgan I am yours and only yours. I no long care what he does, I will enjoy taking everything from him.”

I see something in her eyes that tells me she is telling the truth and that look is love, I nod and know she will not let him hurt her anymore. This woman sitting next to me holding my hand is the strongest woman I know; I also know that no matter where she ends up, I will follow her every step. Enzo doesn’t understand what he threw away because that is what he did to Savannah. He threw her away the night he shot her and walked away from her body; she was the rubbish that didn’t matter to him.

I was going to get great pleasure in showing him just how f*****g wrong he truly was and knowing that I get to love her and cherish her, is even better. I would never question that woman’s loyalty and the fact that Enzo did makes him a fool, he was never fit to stand beside her. He is a weak man fuelled by his own greed for power, a weak man believes the tales of others.

Only questioning the truth when it is too late to change the outcome, he gets angry instead of getting all the facts. I can’t wait to see his face when I walk in with Sirena on my arm, I know it won’t take him long to corner her alone. We are almost banking on it, we want him spooked. Spooked people start making mistakes, and in our world mistakes can cause pure chaos.

Sirena’s (Savannah) POV

I noticed the text Morgan got from his father and I felt nothing, my love for Enzo started fading the day he ordered my kidnapping. I was expecting him to turn up with someone if I’m honest, he knows my parents are going to be there tonight and he wants a reaction from them as they have yet to retaliate for my murder.

I could sense that Morgan wanted to tell me what the message said, I can also tell he is worried about my reaction. I decide to put him out of his misery and say, “Don’t worry, I expected him to show up with a date. It doesn’t matter, Morgan I am yours and only yours. I no long care what he does, I will enjoy taking everything from him.”

Morgan looks at me shocked not really knowing how to respond, I again helped him out “Sorry I saw the text, Morgan, I need you to know that I am here with you not him, I know it took me a while but that was to do with me not him I promise. I am yours as you are mine, I love you not him.” I try to put all the honesty I can into my tone, it must work because Morgan visibly relaxes.

We still have twenty minutes, and both go quiet, I am playing with my fingers worried that I will be recognized. I need this plan to work, and I know I look different enough, but it’s not all about looks it’s about personality and mannerisms. Morgan must sense my nerves because he takes both my hands in his and gives them a small squeeze, I look at his face to see he has a soft expression.

I try to match it with my own but fail, he squeezes my hands again before saying “Hey, you will be fine.” I can only give a small nod in response; I had a bad feeling about tonight not that I told anyone. My gut was normally right but one look at Morgan and that feeling almost went completely, almost. I was happy to finish the ride in silence and Morgan seemed to get the hint, he kissed both my hands before placing them in his lap with his. His thumb was rubbing soothing circles on the back of my hand, which was helping a little.

I can’t believe I almost lost Morgan, don’t get me wrong I loved Enzo, but I think it was because I grew up believing that was how my life was meant to be. I loved him because he was picked for me and it was easy, not because he was my choice. It’s not my parents fault, my father offered me an out and I declined in. Maybe this is exactly how my life was meant to be, I had to experience the ugly to appreciate the beautiful.

That’s what Morgans love is and has always been, beautiful. He never expects anything back for loving me, he believes in me and everything I can do. I think it helps he is a little scared of what I am truly capable of as well, not that I would ever hurt him not even if he crossed me. I know it’s weak but if it weren’t for him there are a couple of times I would have died, that is a debt that can never be repaid not that he wants repayment.

Life has a funny way of chasing you off you path before putting you on a better one, that’s what I think happened to me anyway. We were nearly at the venue and just before the limo stopped Morgan squeezes my hand, I look at him and he asks, “Ready to do this?”

I set any emotions I have aside and give him a firm nod, my door opens, and I take the hand offered to me as Morgan gets out the other side.

He comes to my side and takes my hand from the driver who helped me out, we stopped for a second to take a breath before we both walked hand in hand into the venue. We walked in and were now an hour and a half late meaning we missed the press; we were shown to the stairs leading to the ball room where the gala was being held.