Page 59 of Alexander's Heart

Alexa and I have just left Mom in her room and Tiny is waiting in the hall allowing us some alone time. I sit opposite Caroline and Alexa curls around my belly and rests her head on my chest and instantly closes her eyes.

“I want to thank you for today, I never thought I could feel stronger by just getting my hair fixed.” Caroline whispers, holding her finger up and pointing to Alexa, now fast asleep.

“That’s all Frédéric, he did the same thing to me when Lottie took me there after I was physically healed and the mental shift when Frédéric wielded his scissors helped me feel stronger and ready to take on the world. Then came this little lovebug who stole my heart the moment she crawled into my lap and asked me to read her a story, it takes time but moment by moment your heart does heal.” I smile at the memory of Alexa stealing my heart.

“She really is a special little girl, you’re very lucky and I’m happy for you Elizabeth.”

“Thank you, but I’m the lucky one. I have something I’d like to ask you.” I say with a small smile.

“Okay, shoot.” Caro smirks.

Cheeky, she’s becoming more herself every day and it really does give me hope.

“I’d like it if you would come to my wedding, it will only be small, just the family. So, that’s the team of guys, Alexander’s parents, Mom, Betty, Davies, Lottie, Frédéric. And an older couple June and Larry, I haven’t met yet but they were there for Alexa when her parents passed, I think that’s everyone.” I laugh softly.

“I’d really like my sister to be there to help make my day special, I’ll understand if you don–”

“I’d love to, I’d really like to be included in your family Elizabeth, I see they’re good people and always protecting you and… me.”

As she says it, she flicks her gaze to the closed door and I feel the warmth filling her chest.

“He’s a good guy, Caro.” I whisper.

“I know, he is, but I’m too broken Eli.” Wow, I haven’t heard my nickname from her till now and it really does give me hope.

“I’m please you want to be with me, thank you Caro.”

“No, I need to thank you, Elizabeth, what you and your family have done for me–” Caroline stops.

“They’re your family now too Caro, and they will protect you and love you.”

The emotions I feel from her and my own emotions combined are overwhelming, once Caroline opened up, she’s really been putting in the effort and has come so far. I just hope she realizes there’s more in this world than horrible men and that one day she might allow herself to let someone in because I know Tiny would give her his all if given the chance.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

ALEXANDER

Trickle has been tight lipped until now, never revealing any information or details on Rob’s whereabouts.

He gets one meal a day, but is chained by his wrists and ankles, naked and without pain relief which is taking a heavy toll on his mutilated body.

Doc stopped giving him pain relief a few days after my initial interrogation, and the fucker is struggling with the forced detox from all the shit he used to consume and that’s torture all on its own. His body isn’t healing and infection has taken hold, do I care, fuck no, but it is horrid and he smells putrid. I’m hoping a little prodding today may just push whatever he’s been holding back out of him.

“You’ll be getting an upgrade in accommodations soon; I’ve made it really comfortable for you.” I say in an eerie tone.

Trickle starts thrashing coming close to pulling his arms out of their sockets.

“N-No, no, I’ll t-tell you.” He yells.

“What did you just say?” I roar, hitting his right kidney.

“H-He h-hasn’t c-come f-for me, h-he c-can g-go to h-hell, t-they c-can both g-go t-to hell.”

I’ll hand it to him he’s lasted longer than I expected, a month ago we started construction on our land and if I can help it, I really don’t want his filthy fucking soul dirtying our tranquil surrounds. The multiple construction teams I have working round the clock have constructed the main house and Harrington Headquarters and it’s ready for fit out, the first thing to be constructed was the deep into the ground holding cells under Harrington Headquarters. So, I thought I’d inform him of a change in location to see if he’d break, let’s hope this information is good. I want this shit over with.

“Where. The. Fuck. Is. He?” I enunciate leaving no room for argument.

“O-Old tunnels, p-prohibition t-tunnels, u-under m-my g-grandma’s o-old h-home.”

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