- Take-off

Hi readers! Let me just update you real quick – the last chapter ends with Lorenzo and Elena and Adrena being awake Tuesday night (meaning, Wednesday morning), and this chapter begins with Wednesday morning. I hope that it's not too confusing, haha.

**Peter's point of view**

I'm a magician, and she's my wand. The things we can do, when we're together, is so insane, and we're so good at the spells we're making, that I'm about to believe, that magic is real.

Her skin reminds me of the marble floor inside an art gallery, where only the most expensive and rare paintings are. To think that she moaned my name last night, was harder for me to believe, than the myth that magic is real.

She just left, twenty minutes ago. She called her father the minute she woke up, and explained to him, that she stayed the night at her friend's house. He seemed to believe her lie, as she hung up not long after.

Afterwards, she leaned in for, probably the 1.000.000th kiss that day. My lips were sore, numb even, but I still felt sparks through every inch of my body, as I returned her kiss.

''I believe that we'll be able to do both,'' she said with a smile, a while after. She was about to get dressed, and scanned the room for her jeans. I didn't mind that she couldn't find them, it gave me more time to admire her beautiful bare skin.

''Do what?'' I asked, as I sat up in bed. I didn't want to seem lazy, so I began to make my bed.

''Be professional and you know - the other thing- at the same time.'' She responded.

''Oh, of course. Let's just make an agreement: we work at day, and do – you know – the other thing, at night?'' I suggested.

She determinedly nodded. Seconds later, she was fully dressed and ready to go. We kissed for the 100.000.001 time, and then she left. We didn't agree to meet up later, we didn't even talk about it. I think we both knew, that we wouldn't be able to stay away from each other for long.

Despite the loneliness that filled my apartment as she left, I saw it as an opportunity to get some work done. I wasn't able to be fully invested if she was here, since a lot of the documents would reveal my secret – especially the birth certificate that confirms that we share the same parents.

I walked into my living room, and opened my computer. If only I could track Lorenzo's car, then I'd get a clue to where he'd might be. Despite being an amazing hacker – if I should say so myself – then I knew it wouldn't be an easy task.

Surely, someone is holding their hands over him, making sure I won't find any-damn-thing.

I logged into the FBI's database, and typed in his name for the trillionth time this week. Even the picture of him made my blood boil. I already knew what car he was driving, so that part wasn't hard to discover. A Maserati – what a fucking prick. That car costs more than my apartment.

I also knew, that someone inside the FBI – a mole – made sure that his car would appear as a police car, If an officer looked up his numberplates, therefore making sure that we wouldn't pull him over.

The tricky part of my investigation was to find his GPS – someone had already deleted every single mile he has driven in it, from the database. I've tried for days, to recover the data. No one in the FBI besides Jones, knows about this investigation.

Why?

Because they'd take me off the case, if they found out that the victim is my sister. Therefore, I chose not to say a word. I only involved Jones because I trust that he'll keep his mouth shut – and because he's an excellent agent.

I tried once again, to recover the deleted data from the GPS, but failed. I slammed my fist into the table, and yelled out all the curse words I knew. There must be another way…

What about the rest of his family? Someone must have contacted him, right? He's the soon-to-become leader of the Italian mafia for god's sake.

I've closely studied every single file there is, about every member of his family. And believe me – some of the fellas in his family has a long set of criminal records in their description. Everyone except one – his mother. Despite being married to the leader of Fratelli's, her file is the shortest one. Not even a parking ticket.

I've looked at her profile before, without being able to find a single clue that could lead me towards her son. But something inside me told me to give it a second look. So I did.

Wait.

I scrolled down a little, as I continued reading her data.

Why would she drive all the way to West Virginia? That seems like a rather long and random trip, especially when her son is currently missing and in danger.

What were you doing in Cross Lanes, Elena? And why did you stay the night there?

I felt the adrenaline pump its way through my body, and without being certain, I felt like I was on to something. If Lorenzo and my sister is there with her, then I'll finally be able to get my family back. There was no time to waste, I had to go there immediately.

I got up, packed a bag and ran back to my computer to buy a plane ticket. No way in hell I'd waste another minute driving there – the flight alone took four hours. I was afraid that I'd still be too late, but I had to take that risk.

Should I call Naomi? She'd most definitely demand to come with me, and I don't want her to. If Lorenzo is as dangerous as I think he is, then I don't want to put her in danger.

I ran to my hallway to put on my shoes. My flight will board in two hours, so I was in a hurry. This is the moment I've been waiting for – and I was ready.

**Naomi's point of view**

Luckily, my father wasn't home as I arrived. My blushing, and rather goofy face would reveal, that I didn't spend the night with a friend. I felt like I was floating on a cloud, the whole way home. Everyone around me on the streets I passed, suddenly seemed so much nicer. Even the local crackhead who yelled ''bitch'' at me as I walked by, got a smile.

I walked to my room, to change my outfit. I didn't want to shower just yet, I liked how I could smell him on my skin. I decided to only wash my face, to get rid of the makeup that I'd been wearing for the past 24 hours.

I went back to my room, and got comfortable in my bed. I was tired in that weird kind of way, that you only experience from a night like the one I just had. My energy was drained, but I was somehow still high on adrenaline. I kept thinking about him.

Peter.

A few seconds later, my phone vibrated. Speaking of the sun, it was him – I opened the text:

''Going to West Virginia – can't explain yet, but I'll call you when I get back''

What the hell? Not even a ''thanks for last night'' or something? I suddenly felt a kick in my stomach – what if he regretted it? I didn't want to pressure him, that's why I decided to leave last night. He was the one who went after me, not the other way around.

And why is he going to West Virginia?

What if it's about Adrena?

I have to call him.

…

He didn't answer. Actually, he hung up.

I began to bite my nails, which I haven't done, since I was seven. I sat on my bed, in an awkward position, trying to figure out what to do. I don't know Peter well enough yet, so I can't figure out why he's going to West Virginia. He could just be visiting an old friend, or a sick grandmother?

But something in my gut tells me, that it's something else. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so discrete about it, would he?

I tried to call him again, but just as the last time, he hung up.

Okay he won't answer my calls, that's for sure. I tried to text him: ''Are you okay?''

**Peter's point of view**

I was in my car, on my way to the airport as Naomi called. I wanted to answer it, and tell her everything but I simply couldn't. I had to remind myself, that I ignored her for her own sake.

I wasn't able to concentrate properly as I drove, my mind was elsewhere. So much has happened within the last five days. I can't believe that this might be the day I've been waiting for, since I was a child.

She called me again. Maybe I shouldn't have texted her – I understand her concern completely, I would have reacted the same way as she is reacting right now. But I had to ignore her call.

I finally arrived at Newark Airport ten minutes later. I looked at the time, and calculated that I had exactly twenty minutes before the plane was boarding.

''Are you okay?'' were displayed on the screen on my phone. It was from Naomi. I don't know what I expected, of course she's worried, and it's kinda cute. No one ever cared for me like that before.

I sat for a little while and tried to figure out how to respond. Either I could ignore her, and just call her when I get back home in a day or two. But I have a feeling that she isn't the type of girl who would accept being ghosted by a man.

Or I could lie, and tell her that I'm visiting a friend? I hate to lie, but sometimes it's better than the truth – especially when it's for her own good.

She texted me again: ''Peter???''

I decided to give her a call – that's the least I can do.

She answered the phone the second I called her: ''Peter? What are you doing, are you okay?'' Her voice sounded concerned.

''Yes, I'm okay. I'm just visiting an old friend in West Virginia – I'm leaving with a plane in twenty minutes.''

A couple of seconds went by before she answered.

''Why do I get a feeling, that it isn't true?'' she asked. Damn, she knew me better than I thought. I had to up my game.

''I don't know Naomi, you ask me. I'm visiting someone, and hopefully I'm allowed to do so? We've known each other for what, five days? Surely I can travel if that's what I want, without your permission?''

I hated to treat her like that. But It felt like it was the only way.

''Are you serious? Of course you can travel, I don't give a fuck. But when you ignore my calls and won't text me back, then I get worried. Less than 24 fucking hours ago, your dick was inside me, so excuse me for fucking caring.'' She said, and then she hung up.

My plan worked exactly how I imagined it would. Now she's pissed, which means that she's gonna back off for a couple of days – which is all I need. When I get back, then I'll tell her everything, and then she'll come back to me.

I grabbed my bag, and got out of my car. Because I have an FBI batch, I don't have to wait in line to get through security – one of the many perks I guess. Thirty minutes later, I fastened my seatbelt, and was ready for take-off.