Entangled Strings Of Fate

Chapter 18: Precious Belonging

After changing their mode of conveyance, as the horizon was painted in shades of blue and yellow in the evening, they arrived at their ultimate destination, somewhere in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea, sailing on the elegant yacht. Once they came to a complete stop, Pietro turned to Samuele and said, "Go pick her out. We'll wait for you at the dock."

"WHAT! Why me? Why can't you..." Samuele began, but the moment his eyes locked onto Pietro's expression, he reconsidered his protest.

"I mean, why don't we let..." He glanced at Derek, but then stopped himself from recommending Derek's name, he added, "...let someone from outside carry her this time?" He sighed.

"No, only you will carry her," Pietro replied, his voice firm as the ship's anchor.

"But why me only?" Samuele questioned, blinking rapidly.

"That's because of your antics on the plane while Derek and I were fully focused on her and managing the situation. You were there occupied with your own escapades," Pietro remarked.

"Uh, that was because I knew she couldn't possibly escape from that height! and I trusted you guys completely, so, I thought having a little fun, wouldn't hurt," Samuele defended himself, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

"In that case, I trust you now, especially with those strong muscles of yours. It shouldn't be too much work for you, to carry her out, right," Pietro stated, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, while Derek stood nearby silently, watching their conversation unfold.

"Huh... right," Samuele replied, his smile a bit awkward.

"Alright then let's not waste our time, as boss is waiting for us," Pietro concluded, his tone shifting to one of urgency.

With a sigh and a nod, Samuele made his way toward the yacht's rear cabin, where Claire was. He quietly entered the room and found Claire peacefully asleep, her chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm.

"Thank goodness she's still asleep," he thought, feeling a wave of relief. Leaning closer, he whispered softly as he gently scooped her into his arms, "Alright, now like a good girl stay asleep while I carry you, okay? Because I won't be able to handle your protests right now."

With Claire in his embrace, he turned and cautiously made his way out of the cabin, feeling the yacht sway beneath his feet. As he stepped outside into the open air, the soft rustle of the sea breeze welcomed him while he disembarked from the yacht.

At the dock, he saw a small group of guards and his companions waiting for him, their silhouettes framed against the backdrop of the sunlight. Together, they all headed toward the black SUVs parked alongside the dock. Once they reached the cars, they adjusted Claire and themselves inside and moved ahead.

The vehicles smoothly navigated the slightly muddy path, remnants of the recent rain, before reaching the well-constructed roads leading to the villa nestled amidst the woods.

The elegant villa stood proudly, blending modern design with bold white and black exteriors accented by inviting wooden features. It exuded refined charm, surrounded by lush greenery that conveyed a sense of peace and grace, reminiscent of grand European mansions. However, the dark clouds floating above not only indicated that it will rain but it also suggested a storm waiting for Claire inside.

Upon their arrival, the group stepped out of the cars, stretching their limbs. Just as Pietro opened his mouth to speak, Samuele cut in with a smirk, knowing what was coming, "Yeah, yeah, I'll carry her inside, you guys can go ahead."