It was the next morning and I couldn't contain my excitement.

I had woken up with the sun even though I had gone to sleep at midnight and was waiting for Francis to come in all day.

I waited on my bed with my legs crossed as my eyes were held on the door, patiently waiting. I hadn't been worried about what I looked like, so I left my long blonde hair out as it draped on the night dress and plain socks. I was tapping my fingers on the bed, but I immediately sprinted off it as the door clicked.

I stood frozen in position as Francis's head popped in, with a plate of toast but no phone in sight. I was scanning all over his body but was lost in thought as I saw what his wearing.

It was a white shirt with a tan blazer and black pants that matched his wings that were now visible and folded neatly on his back, he had pearl jewellery wrapped over him in a necklace bracelet and gosh did it look good on him

I mentally slap myself but was again interrupted by a low throat being cleared and looked up to his smug face and saw that he was now holding the phone. I ran forward to go grab it, but just as I did he pulled his arm up so that I couldn't get it, even when I went on my tippy toes and jumped. Francis was holding back his laughter only making me more determined but failed as he shoved the phone in his pocket and instead gave me the cereal, making me frown.

"Eat this and then we will call her," he ordered, and I nodded, quickly taking the breakfast and scoffing it down quickly.

It took me 3 minutes to eat it and when I sat down on the bed as he brought the device into view, my heart beat fastened. Placing it in front of me, I could see that there was her number already dialled and ready to press call, but I got stopped in my tracks.

"Where did you get her number from?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, and looking to my right to see him shrug with a smug look.

"Sources," he snickered making me scoff, before returning my attention to the phone.

"And remember speaker phone, no talking about where you are or who you're with, and you're allowed 3 minutes at maximum.

I nodded at the rules, and I reached out to the green phone shown on the screen, next to her number.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

I pressed it.

It's been over a week since Valentina disappeared. Yes- disappeared.

Everyone believes she's dead, even Chris, but I know she's not.

After the fire was put out by the fire brigade, they searched for bodies and only found the night guards, the prisoners, barely in contact but still there. They never found Valentina's body, and they say that the fire must've burnt her to a crisp, but she definitely would've left her trace; I know it!

The good thing is, is that they are all moving us to a different psychiatrist hospital, so no one will be put out of their job. Even better is that I get a break for 2 weeks before I go back, meaning I get more time to study Valentia's 'closed' case.

I need her back, she's one of the most important people in my life and I couldn't bare anything to happen to her. But if she's alive, why hasn't she contacted me? And I need more information so I'm typing away questions to follow up on but was interrupted as a loud vibration was sounded by my phone next to me.

I pick the phone up and saw it was 'No Caller ID' but I answered nonetheless.

"Hello, this is Keisha Bellor," I stated as I answered.

Silence.

"Hello?" I ask as it was still quiet. "Sorry, but is this a prank call-"

There was a shaky breath on the other side.

I stopped in my tracks. No. No, it couldn't be. My grip on the phone tightened as I knew who it was.

"Valentina..?" I asked.

But there was only a sniff as an answer. But I knew it was her.

"I knew you were alive.. but where are you?" I begin to stress. "Please, please Val answer me!" I beg.

A loud sob was let out on the other side and just before the line cut, there was a soft and quiet voice on the other side.

"Angel.." it said

Then the next and only thing that could be heard was beeps.

Did she hang up?

I began calling and calling the number, but it appeared as if the line was no longer in service. What just happened?

And who was she with?

I cried freely as Francis ended the call.

I wasn't crying from sadness though.

The emotion of relief and happiness let the tears fall down my cheeks. I didn't realise how worried I was that she got hurt, that she might've died.

But just hearing her voice.. saying my name. It was enough to make me cry, thankful. My smile was crooked as Francis comforted me by letting me rest my head on his shoulder.

I was just so, so thankful that she was okay.

But I also hope-

That the same can be said for me when I escape.

My throat was sore from sobbing so loud.

My eyes were red and puffy from crying so much.

But I still had a small smile on my face. I was just so glad that Keisha was okay. I would never forgive myself if she hurt me.

I spent a while in Francis's arms, his shoulder stained with the wetness of tears. And that's when I finally snapped back into reality. I was hugging the top criminal and gang leader in America. Good job Val.

I push myself out of the muscular man's arms making him grunt lowly as I froze.

"Sorry," I said quickly as his frown deepened from the loss of touch. "I wasn't thinking-"

"That's okay" he sighed as he reclaimed the phone that was laid on the bed, silent.

As I did regret not talking that much during the call I also mentally praised myself. If I had said anything, I would have burst out and told her the whole lot. Francis, what has happened and my plan to escape?

"You'll be staying in here for another 3 days. Anything you need?" he questioned making all my thoughts coiled together.

Ask him.

I could feel my heartbeat rise again.

Ask him, ask him, ask him!

My voices echo and I was so caught up in my head that I suddenly did it.

"I need pills," I say randomly, making him freeze.

"What?" he says slowly.

I looked at him with widened eyes that slowly turn into softened eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

"I have an anxiety disorder, and it's gotten so stressful that the only way I can cope is with pills" I explain. Not daring 9to look back up at him. I could feel my body starting to shake uncontrollably. "I know that it's not that important-"

"No, no, no my Angel. I'm just surprised that you didn't tell me earlier." he tried to reassure me by holding me by the waist. And it worked.

"Thank you.." I whisper as I look up at him and saw that his face is all red but as he saw me looking he let me go and walked out of the room, giving me a single nod.

I went over to the window seat and sat down. Laying on a pillow whilst having another pressed on my chest for comfort.

I walked out of the room, shielding my face with my hand because I could feel the heat radiating off my face.

Why did she have to have this effect on me?

I don't know if she does it intentionally or with no intention at all, but it makes it harder and harder to control every time she looks at me with those eyes. I wanted to know what she tasted like so bad.

As I stomped down the hallway, my wings were open and slightly flared, so everyone in my way knew to stand to my side and bow at my presence.

"What's got you all hot and bothered?" I heard a humorous voice in front of me. I groan as I look up to see that it was Xavier, my second in command.

"You know what," I sigh with my eyebrows knitted together, in frustration.

He chuckled lowly and continued to walk with me. "How is she doing? Anything I can do for her?" he asked.

Xavier may be one of the best and strongest men in the gang, he knew how to put someone in their place, and make them shake in fear, but he always had a soft spot for loyalty to women, especially his soon-to-be Queen to the throne of this gang. When he first heard he was ecstatic so he asked what he could do, and I just told him to make sure that no harm came to her and to check her apartment for anything useful to us. He said there was a minor inconvenience, but I assume that it was nothing bad, so I excused it.

At his question, I thought about it before nodding and explaining what she wanted.

"She has an anxiety disorder, and she requested pills for management," I said, making his brows furrow.

"Is that good for her, having pills every day?" he fretted making me also question myself and stop in my tracks to think. Until I reassume.

"Give her one every day at lunch, but only on Monday, Thursday and Saturday" I commanded with authority as I pushed two big wooden doors open, it revealed my grand office.

Plopping down in my chair and groaning in the stress of my love being hurt, I rubbed my temples and Xavier just chuckles, so I give him a death glare, making him shut up quickly.

I check the time on my watch, and it read that it was ' 11:56 ' and I rose an eyebrow at my second in command, making him widen his eyes as he looked at the time.

"You're right, better get going," he said before rushing out of the room.

He wanted to get on the right foot with Valentina, but she recognised him from when she saw him on the street. How do I know? He ranted on and on to me about it.

I'm not overly jealous of Xavier wanting to see and take care of my Queen. Because I know that he knows that if he even thinks about trying, I could kill him in a single move. So, he better knows his place.

Plus, I know he has his eyes on somebody else, Quinn.

She was tough and hard-headed and I knew she also had the same feelings as Xavier. Probably one of the scariest here too. I chuckled to myself as I laid back in my chair, only for my mind to go back to Valentina.

Everything about her was so perfect. Even if I got pissed that she tried to run and challenges me all the time, it makes me want her even more. The fact that I can't have her pulls me in.

I groan in the chair with a devilish smirk on my face. And it's only a matter of time too. I don't care if I have to wait months, but I will.

For her and only her.