Page 145 of Darkest Deception

I researched more about what Helia told me, and it seems the previous circle of elite are dead, and all these mysterious deaths couldn’t be looked too deeply into because their families wanted privacy and also due to insufficient evidence.

No one batted an eye because they were killed a couple of years apart and in different ways. These deaths looked like they were suicides, accidents, and even natural deaths, and yet my gut tells me Helia and Remo have been building an empire very, very carefully for years.

And no one caught on, and if they did, Helia and Remo would be on top of them.

To have the head mayor of London and even secretary of state to be a slave to Remo, for some politicians to want into the Elite circle, it was bound for my father to want this ‘investment’ from Remo. It was his only way to truly get an in to the group.

The five main family names in the elite circle are: Cainn, Anta, Lonan, Gustav, and Dame. The Dames have a loose link to the underworld, similar to the mafia, though I cannot be certain.

Remo may not be in the mafia, but this elite circle hides crimes, illegal diamond smuggling, money laundering, prostitution, and so much that I may not even be touching the tip of the iceberg.

As everything fell into place, I found that an appeal had been made for Helia and he was getting out today, three days after my visit to him.

I’m anxiously waiting for him to walk out the doors; I keep pacing, walking in the circles. I’ve practically burned a hole in the ground.

Chewing on my lip, I constantly look over at the front gates of the prison. It’s foreboding, with tall concrete walls extending for miles on either side, topped by rolls of barbed wire.

The creak of the door snatches my attention.

Helia steps out with an all-black outfit just as the sun bursts out from behind a cloud and shines down on him. It highlights his stupidly perfect face and the tattoos peeking out from under his t-shirt.

I sprint towards him.

I jump into his arms, and he spins me around.

The smile on my face is the widest it has ever been.

“I never want to spend another day apart from you,” Helia grumbles, his face in the crook of my neck.

I tighten my arms around his neck.

“I missed you,” I mumble.

It feels like I’ve taken a hit of my drug of choice. Helia has pumped strength back into my body just by hugging me. Knowing he doesn’t hate me feels better than any high.

I lean back, my hair falling to one side as Helia holds me up.

I kiss him.

I kiss him a second longer.

This is the end of this torture for me.

“Live with me so I can keep breathing. Move in with me so I can keep living,” Helia says against my lips.

My face lights up, and Helia tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, cupping my cheek.

“Say yes. Please say yes,” he pleads.

“I will. You know I will. Where else will I go?” I hug him once more, finding home in his arms.

“You said it was impossible for you to live in London longer than two years, though,” I murmur with Helia carrying me to the green Ferrari he gifted me.

“I have left a trail of bodies with each step you took. You think some cameras will keep me away from you? You think anyone could stop me?”

I have faith in his words.

As we drive at a hundred miles per hour through the rich thick forest, I know that Helia will stop at nothing to keep me. He will destroy the sun if needed and pluck every star from the sky if I wanted to live in the dark.

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