My shy mafia princess

Chapter 26

Lukes pov

Some men would go crazy. Some would give up and just stop searching.
But I can't. I hate it but I can't stop.
It's the second time now. I let Bella escape TWO times even though I sweared I'll never let it happen again.

How much time has passed now since I searched for her again? 2 weeks? Maybe 4?
I don't now. I lost my sense of time.

I can't stop searching and this destroys me.

,,Luke there's again nothing", Álvar, my father says with a sad tone.

,,There MUST be any new information", I punch on my desk. ,,There must be SOMETHING. Something we miss out. She can't  just vanish into thin air. And the enemies can't just live without any track."

,,I can't help you anymore too. What else is there left to do?", Álvar walks disappointed out of the room and I am left alone.

I let a harsh sigh out and throw my head on my desk.
He's right. There is nothing to do. Nothing. Nothing I can do.

I start to whine and at the same time try to hold my tears back.
How could anyone NOT go insane in this situation?

When I have Bella in my hands again...if I ever have her again...I'll break her leg so she can never leave.
But...how could I?
How could I break her beautiful legs?

Bellas pov

We are in Hollywood I can't believe it. This is so far away from home and me and my parents live in a big house in the woods now.
It's so quite here. And this silence is driving me crazy.

I escaped Luke. Yes.
But that doesn't mean I never loved him. I STILL love him. And because of this love I can't feel free. I am still bounded by him. I am still thinking of him everyday. Every minute.

Since I met him I could never escape him.

,,Where are you going Bella?", my mom asks me.

,,I'm going to the KITCHEN. Nowhere else."

God. I escaped one cage and fell into another.
My parents had always been overprotective and sensitive but now it is on another level.

I grab a Cheetos bag and go into my room again.
As I eat my chips I think about how I could ever be free.
Free from everything and everyone. How can I become an independent and strong women who never has to be watched or guarded?

Yes. I have to leave on my own.
Not with someones help but on my own.
I have to build my own home. I...don't have a home. Nearly every year my parents move to another city, to another house. How could I feel safe in my house like that?

Instantly I get the urge to move out, have my own apartment. Get myself a proper job. Study. I need this. For me. Just one time I have to think of myself.

But right now I am sitting on my bed while eating chips.

I sigh and grab my laptop to look for some apartments.
Maybe there really is something nice that fits. Maybe I would really BE able to move out. Maybe.

//Authors note: Hey guys! I'm sorry for not updating for so long but here I am with a new chapter, even though it turned out quite short;)
Also I wanted to thank you all for your support again it really motivates me to write my stories💕