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Chapter 52: Naomi Garret

Elena's POV.

I woke up, feeling strange. My mom, Ava, Mrs Maggret and Naomi were looking at me in the room. And the only person I wanted to see was missing. My mate.

"Where's Stefan?." I asked, everybody. I looked at Ava as she turned her face away, then to my mom. The deadly eyes I saw when she walked in a few hours ago were replaced with a worried look. Then I remembered how she hurt my mate, her son.

I sprang out of the bed and in a flash, I was in front of her. "What did you do to him?'' Where's Stefan?." I spat,

"Elena, calm down please. Calm down." Ava cried out. I gave her a death stare and focused back on her. "Why's no one talking?. Where's my mate?." I asked everyone. They all had the same look and then I knew something was wrong. This scared the shit out of me.

"Elena, we'll discuss this, i.."

"He's missing." Mom finally replied to me, I became confused, I do not understand this. "What do you mean?." I asked, trying to ascertain what she just said into my head.

"Stefan has been missing for hours now. I've sent words out to check who took him. We're still on his trail."

It was as if the words she said to me flew from my ear to the other and then flew out. I was dumbfounded, but then it was reality.

My throat dried up, I couldn't take all in, I was starting feel dizzy and I staggered back in shock. I fell into the arms of Naomi, I slowly turned my face up to look at her, her face was blurred due to the tears that had closed up my eyes. "Please find Stefan." I muttered and closed my eyes and hot tears flowed down like a river.

Naomi's POV.

I felt her pain when she said that. My throat dried up, I slowly pushed her hair to the side and my eyes widened at the shock of what I saw.

She had the same tattoo my Abby had. No, she can't be Abby. Abby is dead, she might look at her, had the same eye color and the hair color like my Abby, but she couldn't be Abby. My Abby is dead.

I looked at everyone who was watching us and I got up to carry her.

I dropped her on the bed and quietly left the room.

I sat in front of Max and requested for the usual shot. Max was the only barman who could mix my drink the way I liked it.

He pushed it to my open hand, I quietly brought it up to my lips and sipped. I do not know why I feel bad, I should be celebrating that I don't have to see that pompous annoying face of that Brown in the mansion.

Yeah, I hate him and would want to see him go away, but I do think this whole drama was getting to that girl. I frowned knowing I was feeling for her. I don't care anyway.

"I know you've always had this look on you, but I think I read your emotions into it." That annoying voice of Max muttered to me.

I ignored him and turned to the girls dancing at the bar. Bitches were flaunting their butts in front of the dicks, I scoffed and took up my glass of drink.

"You know, I like you angel." He said, I turned to look at him, "I do not like you, fuck off." I said, sarcastically. "Oh please, I know you do. You're just pretending not to find me attractive."

I studied him. The witch's boy had always tried to get my attention. I know I'm hard on people, that I do not find guys attractive. I grew up that way. After mom died because of dad, I find all men unworthy of affections from any woman.

But this, wouldn't give up. I knew he liked me and I do not find him that way, but I confided in him most times, he knew my dark past and all. I cry on his shoulder, we've had sex multiple times, yet I still didn't go deeper.

Just when I felt his hand trying to get to my hair, I grabbed it without looking at him. "Not tonight." I warned and pushed him off.

"Come on, you can still tell me." He urged. "If I'd tell you anything, definitely it won't be in this place." I said.

Max walked out from the bar table to the entrance. He opened the door,"You all should fuck out of here!."

He ordered, with the heavy music playing in the background, none of them heard him.

"I said get out!!." He yelled and the music stopped, all of them started leaving one after the other. This was the second time he was doing this, I frowned.

"That you are Lady Brandy's son doesn't give you the right to do whatever you want to." He smirked and started walking toward me. "I did it for you " He said nonchalantly.

"Oh please." I rolled my eyes at him as he drew a bar seat to sit. "That's not a good way to treat humans." I told him and carried my drink.

"You're the only human here. And I treat you well." He mumbled and took my hand. "Don't try to change the topic now. What's up?." I sighed. "I want to change it, why's it that you never bothered about being mateless?." He rolled his eyes.

"I'm not the only one, well I have you." He replied with a smile. "Fuck off!." I said, and he started laughing. Okay, what's funny?.

"You look like an idiot now." He said, and continued laughing nonstop. "Shut up!. Why did you say that?." I said, smiling.

"Wow. You smiled." Immediately, I stopped. Did I just smile at him?. Gosh.

"Shut up!." I warned, "Come on, you look beautiful when you smile." He said. I frowned and stood up to go. Immediately, he held my hand and I waited.

"Leave me alone."I snapped.

I felt him stand up to me, he slowly turned my face to look at me, "I love you." He whispered huskily. I gulped down and tried to maintain my stance, but my legs were shaking beneath.

He clasped his lips against mine and we began moving our lips together with passion and love.