Remy's heart sank as she was pulled into an unknown car, speeding away from the scene. But her fear dissipated slightly when she turned to the person beside her, dressed in all black - it was... Deth??
How come ?? He was wearing a very dark an icy expression on his face, but his familiar presence calmed her nerves instantly.
"It's you! But why did you kidnap me?!" Remy asked, still trying to process the sudden turn of events.
Deth dialed a number on his phone and handed it to Remy. "I didn't kidnap you, Remy. I saved you and your friends."
As he spoke, Jake's frantic voice came through the phone, "Sir Remy's been–"
"She's with me."
"Really?? Thank goodness!! But the car exploded."
"Jax should be there in like a minute, if he isn't already, you guys should follow him back home." he instructed them to follow one of his men, who was waiting around the corner in a red car.
Remy's mind calmed down, realizing this wasn't a kidnapping. She felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and relief, throwing her arms around Deth.
"Thank you for saving me," Remy said, her voice filled with emotion, she had been so scared just a minute ago.
Deth seemed taken aback by the sudden display of affection but didn't pull away.
Remy pulled back, her eyes locked on Deth's. "But what happened? Who was that person earlier? Was he working for you, or was he trying to kill me? And did you...did you kill him?"
Deth relaxed into the cushion of the seat, his arms folded, "The man who wanted to harm you was the same one who tried to give you a package, my men killed him." He explained.
"The one who was going to kidnap me? And I know exactly who would orchestrate such a plan... my father."
"Perfect," Deth said, his voice cold and detached. "It's your father."
"But if the police-"
"Don't worry everything will be taken care of."
Remy's eyes narrowed. "But how did you know? You said you were busy with work. How's the project coming along? Are you done?"
Deth shook his head. "No, I'm not. But I've been keeping an eye on you, Remy. I have to, considering your father's... good intentions towards you. I knew the moment you were in danger."
Remy's eyes widened in surprise. "You've been watching me?"
Deth's expression remained unreadable. "I have my ways. Let's just say I've been keeping tabs on you, knowing your father's tendencies. If I wasn't careful, I might just come home to find you dead or missing. And I don't want that."
His words sent a shiver down Remy's spine. She didn't know whether to feel touched by his concern or uneasy about his vigilance. But one thing was certain - she was grateful he had intervened.
Remy gazed at Deth, taking in his handsome features. He had closed his eyes and he seemed to be resting, but Remy knew he was fully aware of his surroundings.
Despite his tranquil appearance, he looked slightly tired, as if he'd been busy and hadn't had enough sleep.
A faint frown creased his temples, and Remy's hand instinctively reached out to gently caress the spot. As her fingers made contact with his skin, the frown began to dissipate, and his tense body relaxed under her touch.
A soft hum emanated from his throat, a soothing sound that filled the air. Remy asked, "Are you going back today? You said you weren't done."
Deth responded without opening his eyes, "Yes, I'm supposed to go back. I'm not done yet."
Remy's face fell slightly, and she nodded in understanding. "oh.. ok"
But seeming to pick the slight disappointment in her tone, he said. "On second thought, I think I should stay with my wife instead and go back later."
Remy tried to clarify, "No, no, no, it's not what I mean. You should focus on your business, finish what you need to do."
She attempted to pull away from his arms, but Deth's hands slipped to her waist, holding her back. "Where are you running to?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement.
Remy tried to defend herself, "I didn't say you should stay with me. I didn't mean that. You can just drop me home and go back to work."
She fidgeted with the hem of her dress, a blush creeping up her cheeks. Deth's eyes sparkled with mischief as he said, "You know what? I've changed my mind. I think I'll stay longer."
The glint in his eyes made Remy's heart skip a beat. She felt a flutter in her chest as Deth's gaze held hers, his expression playful and seductive.
"No Deth you shou-"
"Christian," He interrupted, "Call me Christian, or Chris. Actually, my real name is Christian, so I prefer that."
Remy looked puzzled, and he explained further, "You can't go around mentioning Deth all the time. Some people might get weirded out and think you mean it literally. Don't you think Chris is better?"
Remy smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Christian," she pronounced, her voice light. "I think this one is better. But I thought you loved the name Deth."
Chris's eyes crinkled at the corners. "Hmm.. not really.. but you're right, Christian is better." He loved the way his name sounded on her lips.
"You should call me that often, and.. come back here" he whispered, pulling her back into his arms. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close, while the other gently patted her hair.
Remy relaxed into his embrace, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. She rested her head on his chest, letting out a soft sigh as she snuggled deeper into his arms.
Sometimes, Remy found it hard to understand how they connected so effortlessly. He was usually cold and detached, but from the moment she met him, he had never been repulsive or treated her badly.
Their marriage was one of convenience, and Remy suspected he might have ulterior motives. Yet, he continued to treat her with fairness and kindness.
Remy didn't know what the future held or what Deth's true intentions were, but one thing was certain - she enjoyed his company and the pace of their relationship.
She loved how things were between them now, and she wasn't eager for that to change.
Christian held Remy closer, his grip tightening as he took slow, deep breaths. He felt relief wash over him, but his mind was still reeling from what he had just witnessed.
When he arrived earlier and saw the man already approaching Remy, his heart had skipped a beat. He couldn't believe what he felt, fear and rage.
If he had been a minute late, he didn't know what would have happened to her. The thought alone made his mind go dark.
Grant is really testing his patience with his actions, and he would make sure to return the favor he did today, a hundred times over.
Dax, who was driving watched the two of them from the mirror in front, a mixture of amusement and curiosity on his face.
He couldn't help but roll his eyes, thinking that his boss, Christian was being too comfortable with Remy.
As Harrison's daughter, Remy was a valuable connection, and Christian had made it clear that he had married her for convenience.
But Dax had seen the way he looked at Remy, how he didn't think twice and abandoned important deals and meetings to attend to immediately he was informed about Grant's latest schemes and he knew that their relationship was more complex than that.
From the moment Dax got knew Remy, he had sensed that there was something more between her and Christian.
His boss was a stoic person, but Remy brought out a different side of him.
Dax was more surprised that his boss, had asked Remy to call him Christian.
Usually, he liked being called Deth, a name he had chosen for an undercover mission and had stuck with ever since.
Dax didn't know why he had picked such an ominous strange name, but he had grown used to it. So, it was unusual that he wanted Remy to use a different name.
Dax's relationship with Deth went far beyond a typical boss-employee dynamic.
Along with his brothers, Max and Jax, they had been with Deth for years, even following him overseas.
They had known him longer than anyone else, and their bond was built on trust and loyalty.
While they maintained a professional facade in front of outsiders, Dax and his brothers often had candid conversations with Christian, sharing laughs and stories in their secret spots.
It was a unique friendship, one that often erased lines between employer and employee.