Chapter 2
1062 Words
Violet’s POV
Bright blue eyes danced at me from the screen of my laptop and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
Ryan was working.... While on the phone with me, doing a video chat.
He couldn’t be bothered to stop working long enough to actually hang out with me.
Seriously!
It drove me crazy.
The more we talked the more I felt for him.
Mushy, gushy feelings that I most definitely should never actually admit out loud.
The smile that lit his face from time to time was almost enough to make it worth it for the curly blonde headed billionaire's daughter and that was.... Me.
I wanted to rub my face all over that sexy stubble, and give him a sweet kiss, but I wasn’t sure how he would react, probably he would toss me out on my butt and tell me he wasn’t interested.
The more time passed, however, the more I started feeling like he was changing his mind, as the weeks passed, they turned into months and the video chats turned into long walks after work.
A kiss here, a hug there, the next thing I knew, we were in some semblance of a relationship.
Things started rapidly spiraling. For some reason, it seemed like someone had begun to attack our family.
Targeting my father and his business. It was rather ridiculous because there isn’t much you can do to really bring a billionaire’s business down to the ground.
It was painful to watch though.
People were being kidn*pped from my father’s business occasionally. Taken like they had nobody that really cared about them, when they did. Families that cried, the news covered the kidnappings but not much was done about it.
Whoever was attacking them wasn’t leaving any traces for the cops to follow. They were good. My dad was all up in arms about it. Sort of expecting it to get worse.
I was too busy being focused on my relationship/not relationship with Ryan. He didn’t want to make it permanent. He also didn’t want to really label it at all. He was so busy, and I was nearly one hundred percent sure the feelings I had for him weren’t entirely returned.
He would cruelly reject my kisses, push me away, refuse my hugs. Not wanting anything to do with me for days at a time.
It was cruel, so cruel.
I would lay in the bed at night, sobbing through the pain, wishing he would desire me the way I desired him, wanting to touch me, hold me, make out with me. And be my special someone.
But those were all daydreams for me.
Why wouldn’t he want to be with me entirely?
What was so wrong with me?
I mean, I am fit, sexy, and curvy in all the right places. I would gladly take care of all of his needs.
He was so on-again, off-again. One minute he like me, the next minute he was too busy with work to be bothered.
I probably shouldn’t care, my dad was going to do away with Ryan anyway if he caught a whiff of what I really wanted.
Unacceptable.
New Yorker.
A man that my father didn’t approve of, again, just like Alex, I was interested in someone that my father would kill.
Then one day, it all changed.
Five years into my horrible back and forth, up and down, yoyo of feelings for him, Ryan became much more loving.
He started wanting to hold me, Kiss me, take me out on secret dates. Make love to her under the stars at night, make me feel special.
I wasn’t even sure where the change of heart exactly had come from, but I certainly wasn’t going to argue about it.
Finally, after five years he actually cared about me, he wanted me, he wanted to be in a relationship with me.
It was finally paying off, the loyalty to him, despite his mannerisms.
As though the kidnappings hadn’t been enough, now there were people at my fathers office getting shot to death.
Sitting there at their desk, working like the requirements suggested, and bullets flying through the air, hitting some of them in the vitals and killing them instantly, others were rushed to emergency care.
Why it was happening had the police stumped, it seemed like the more they researched it and the closer they got to actually achieving some form of answer – the further away the answer would actually get and something ridiculous would happen that appeared to be unrelated.
Petty theft, grand larceny, gun theft, the list was getting absolutely ridiculous, it was like someone had a vendetta against my family in particular.
Ryan took offense to it, why would someone be attacking his girl’s family?
Hehe!
That wasn’t an acceptable situation to be occurring, being a doctor, he had many connections.
The Salvador family was prestigious, their connections were nearly as predominant as that of my father's.
He took some steps to try to protect my dad, he put some fail safes in place to protect me.
Try to keep someone from k********g my dad or harming my dad which was apparently a huge concern.
Within a few months of him making those changes – hiring security, hiring people to guard the place in an effort to protect me– the same things started happening at his dad's company.
Now, not only were they after my family but they were also after him.
Who would do such a thing?
Who hated us so much that it was impossible for either I or Ryan to feel safe?
Not to mention how my father felt, and Ryan’s family as well.
The days and months dragged on endlessly.
More kidnappings, more theft, more people getting shot needlessly.
It drove a wedge between my father and his employees.
They thought perhaps he had something to do with it, but I knew he didn’t because despite their differences with the Salvador’s my dad wasn’t dumb enough to launch an attack against them.
It seemed like the attacks were coordinated, planned, focused right on our families.
Like they had somehow attracted the hatred of something or someone combined.
Which was really odd, considering that they were nemesis and didn’t have a single thing in common except for each other.
Who is the mastermind of all this?.
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