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CPOV

"Welcome home, my love. This is where you will spend the rest of your...life." Those words. Somehow, I felt that he meant that literally. After that flight, I had no idea how to feel. He had given my wedding ring that was nowhere near as beautiful as Eric's grandmother's. There were big, muscular men in suits everywhere; I felt like I was constantly being watched. That man (I refused to call him Michael) claimed that they were around to protect me, but I knew that they were to make sure I didn't try to leave him. Plus, he lived in a mansion with secret security around the perimeter disguised as gardeners. I mean, I know he's rich and all, but why would he try to draw attention to himself if he was an organized crime leader? Well, then again, the house was in the middle of the country surrounded by acres of farmland, so I doubt anyone has noticed.

As soon as we stepped out of the car, a sweet little woman, probably a maid, came (out of nowhere) and bowed her head to me. She wouldn't give me any eye contact, even as she led me away inside the house and to my room. She offered to take my bags but I refused, which really surprised her. "What's your name?" I asked her.

"Lucia," she said quietly as she opened a door with a key attached to a chain at her waist. "And this will be your room." I looked at her before I stepped inside. I couldn't spend the rest of my life here. Everything was an exact replica of my room at my parents house; it was scary. From the light green walls and white oak floors, to the pictures on the walls and the tulips on the dresser. I walked over to the closet and opened it. Holy crap. It was filled with everything I would wear, but could never afford to buy. I turned back towards Lucia.

"Wow. How did they-"

"They have their ways. Anyway, you get settled in for a moment and call me if you need anything." And with that, she turned and left the room, shutting the door behind her. I sat on the bed. What am I going to do?

-One Month Later-

EPOV

I couldn't get her out of my head! I had changed everything-everything-for her. How could she just leave like that? If something was wrong, she would have told me when she came to get her things. She must have been lying to me the whole time about loving me. Why would she do that? It's not something Calleigh would do! She wouldn't just lie to me and tell me she loved me when she knew she didn't. How could could she just pull and tug at my heartstrings like that? DAMN! I left New York for her! I left opportunities in New York because I knew she wouldn't be happy in New York. I'm so stupid! How could I ever even think that she really loved me?

"Delko, Delko...DELKO!"

I snapped out of my thoughts. "Sorry, Chris. I just can't forget about her." I rested my chin in my hand and sighed.

"Man, you're whipped. I know how much you loved her and all, but she left you! You need to stop dwelling on it and move on! There is always more sand in the desert."

"But she's-"

"-the only one for you. I know. And I know you'll probably never ever forget about her, but you have to try. I mean, you're so...dead. All of the life in you is gone. I hate seeing you like this, man." I shrugged without saying anything, causing him to slam his hands down on the dining room table. "Come on! Where's Eric-the-player-with-a-different-girl-every-week?"

"With Calleigh."

He pushed back his chair and got up to get two beers from the fridge. When he came back, he put one in front of me. "Now, you're going to drink this beer and forget about your problems for the moment. When all else fails, get drunk."

"What? No, man! I'm not going to get drunk! I have work tomorrow!"

"Well, cheer up."

I wish I could.

CPOV

"Isabella," 'that man' said

"Why are you changing my name to Isabella? I don't even look like an Isabella."

"Because I don't want your name to be Calleigh in case any of your cop friends come looking, understand?"

"Yeah." Isabella. My name was going to be Isabella Vellicini. A southern blonde with the name Isabella Vellicini. I can not believe that he's making me do this. How much more controlling can you get?

"Good. Now, I am giving you 10- no 20,000 dollars. Go out and buy whatever you feel like. Frankie will be with you to make sure you don't...try anything funny. You can take the jet wherever you want."

"No that's really not necessary-"

"I said...go," he said, his tone serious,"go." He put a strong hand on my thigh and squeezed it.

"Uh, yeah."

Just as he was about to hand me the a thick roll of bills, his cell phone began to ring. He picked it up on the second ring,"What do you want? ...what? ...why? ...I don't give a fuck about Tony! ...He's a rat? Shit...All right, we'll be there by tonight." He hung up his phone. "Change of plans, beautiful. We're going to New York."

"Now?," I asked. I hate New York!

"No, next year," he said sarcastically. I sighed and stood up. Jerk. "Marco! Her bags please! We don't have time to waste! Let's go!," he said, impatiently clapping his hands while one of the men in suits dashed upstairs. Why did I get the feeling that I was about to get involved in something dangerous?

EPOV

"Chris, I can't stay in Miami."

"Well then, don't. I'm going to fly to New York City tomorrow. Why don't you come?"

"Why New York?"

"I'm going to take Hannah and the kids to one of those Sesame street shows on ice or something and then the next day is the museum."

"Nah, I'll just be intruding..."

"No you won't."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah! Just come with us."

Maybe I should go. Who knows? I might actually have fun or meet someone new. "Mm...alright. I'll go."

"Awesome! Get your stuff ready and book your ticket," he said standing up and heading to the door. "We're staying at the Hilton so you can book there if you want and meet us. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye."

"Adios," he said stepping outside and shutting the door behind him.

I sighed as put my head on the table. New York...

-The Next Day-

As soon as I stepped off the plane and into that coffee-scented airport, I felt relieved. I took a cab to the hotel, checked my things in, and I have to admit, I felt...good. I feel like New York is exactly what I need to get a fresh start. Hey, who knows. I might actually get the chance to apply for a job or two at a few law firms up here. But as long as I get the chance to move on from Calleigh, I'll do okay.

CPOV

As soon as I stepped off the jet, and onto the cold, wet, ground, I wanted to vomit. We had just landed in a small, private airport just outside of Manhattan, and were on our way to the Hilton hotel in a taxi. 'That man' wouldn't take his hands off me the whole time. Every time he said something to me, I had to agree with it or he would squeeze my legs or my side as a warning not to talk back. He explained to me on the plane that we were meeting up with some drug dealer who apparently was caught talking to the government about them. They were planning to kill him because they didn't want any more information leaked and they wanted to teach any other rats a lesson.

When we reached our hotel, Pablo checked us in, while Marco carried our things upstairs. Unfortunately, I ended up sharing a room (and a bed) with 'that man' because he didn't want me left alone. Once again, I wanted to vomit.

"Hey beautiful, I've got some business to take care of. Why don't you take this money and go out? Marco will go with you." He shoved a couple of thick rolls of cash into Marco's hands and led a couple of other guys out of the hotel room. I turned to Marco after he left.

"So..." I began. "Want to go eat? I'm kind of hungry." He nodded without a word and opened the door for me. We head downstairs to the main level and out the front door. When we were outside, I tried talking to Marco to see if I could get some information on 'that man'. "So, where should we eat?"

"Wherever you want," he answered emotionless.

"Okay... Are you in the mood for anything in particular?"

"No."

"Well, we'll find something. Tell me about yourself." I said as we turned a corner.

"Miss, I was not sent with you to make small talk. I was sent to watch over you for the boss."

"Oh." We continued on for a couple more blocks until we reached a cafe. "Do you mind if I stop for a coffee? I'll just be a moment." He nodded and handed me a fifty dollar bill without a word. This was going to be a long day.

EPOV

Oh, a cafe! I had walked a couple of blocks trying to find somewhere to get some food and this cafe here doesn't look bad. The doorbell rang as I stepped inside. Mm...it smelled great in here. I scanned the place with my eyes and had to do a double take when I reached the corner. There, over by the sugar and milk, was none other than...Calleigh? I blinked a couple of times. Yes, she was here. I called out her name. "Calleigh?" She turned around with a confused expression on her face. She bit her lip and searched the room with her eyes before spotting me. Her eyes widened in fear and dread. She turned back around and grabbed her cup before heading towards the door as quickly as she could. What the hell? No! I am not letting her slip through my fingers again. I have to know what's going on. I followed her out the door and stopped short when I saw her walking away with some burly dude. "Calleigh!" I called out again, running after her.

I caught up with her, and I placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her. She turned around and said,"My name is Isabella. I'm not Calleigh."

I narrowed my eyes and cocked my head to the side. "Yes, you are. You're the same southern blonde with stunning deep green eyes that I remember. Calleigh, I could never forget your eyes." Why is she trying to lie? Does she really want to get away from me that bad?

She looked nervous behind that cool mask; I could tell. Yup this is definitely Calleigh. I glanced at the man standing behind her, looking at me with an angry look. Damn. Who left a shoe up his ass? I hope this wasn't who she left me for. She had a hand on his chest, as if preventing him from attacking me. "I'm not who you think I am."

She turned back around and began to leave when I took her wrist, turning her back towards me. "Would you like to go out for a walk...Isabella?" It was worth a shot.

CPOV

No! Why did he have to come here? If 'that man' found out, he would kill him! No matter how much I wanted to go on that walk with him, I couldn't let him get hurt. "I'm getting married. My fiance wouldn't like it."

He looked heartbroken and betrayed as he shut his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he put him self back together and looked at me again. "Your...fiance won't mind if it's just two friends taking a walk, will he?"

Oh! His convincing argument is crumbling my resolve...Ugh! Forget it, I'm just going to go. But this will be the last time I'll ever speak to him again. I can't let him get hurt. "Fine. I will take a walk with you. But only for a moment. Marco, you can just head back without me. I'll catch up later." He narrowed his eyes at me, but walked away without a word. Why do I have the feeling that something bad is going to happen?

I looked at Eric. "What do you want?," I asked coldly. Oh, why do I have to do this to him? He doesn't deserve this from anyone, especially from me.

He stepped closer and put his hands on the sides of my face. "An explanation. I know it's you Calleigh."

"I...don't have to explain anything to you," I said, taking his hands away and stepping away from him. His hands were really soft...

"Calleigh, why are you being like this? You've changed you name, you've changed your attitude...and you have an Italian wrestler in a suit following you around. Is he the guy you left me for?"

"N-Look. I already told you that I didn't want anything to do with you."

"Is. He. The. Guy?" He had ditched the soft look and he actually looked kind of...scary.

EPOV

I was so tired of her being like this. She's hiding something from me and it was getting on my last nerve. I stood there waiting for an answer as she stared down at the ground.

"No, he's not," she said, looking back at me. "Just leave it alone, okay? It's none of your business," she snapped at me.

"If you really don't want anything to do with me, look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me at all anymore."

She bit her lip. "I don't...love you at all."

"You're lying."

"No I'm not-"

"Then why did you kiss me that night?," I blurted out without asking my brain first.

"I-It doesn't matter. I have to go." she pushed past me and began walking away. So, of course, I followed her. "Leave me alone."

"Not until you tell me the truth about you. I promise, once I know you're safe and well, I'll leave."

"I'm safe and well. Goodbye."

"Cal, I'm not going any-"

"JUST STOP!," she yelled turning around to face me. "I don't want you around! Just...go away!" I could see her eyes filling with tears, but she turned around and disappeared around the corner before I could see any of them fall. What's wrong with her?

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