The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 69: Find her

Chapter 69: Find her

Remo’s world crumbled as Abby’s car disappeared into the distance. He stood in the hospital parking lot, a whirlwind of emotions tearing through him. Marco, their driver, approached tentatively, concern etched on his face.

"Boss, is everything okay?" Marco inquired cautiously.

Remo’s anger surged to the surface, his frustration boiling over. "Why did you give her the damn car keys? Can’t you see the state she’s in?"

Marco stammered, unable to offer a coherent response. He had been in a daze, shaken by Abby’s tears, and had handed over the keys without fully comprehending the consequences.

Remo clenched his jaw, realizing that his reprimand wasn’t entirely fair. He took a deep breath, trying to rein in his emotions. Pulling out his phone, he dialed Tony, their trusted ally and coordinator.

"Tony, we’ve got a problem. Abby’s taken off, and I need every surveillance resource at our disposal to find her. Pull everything you can in the city, now."

As Remo spoke, another car pulled up, discreet bodyguards emerging from the shadows. Remo, without wasting a moment, climbed into the vehicle.

"Find her. Don’t let her out of your sight," Remo ordered the driver, his voice a low growl of frustration and worry.

The car pulled away from the hospital, weaving through the city streets. Remo’s mind raced with fear and regret. Abby was out there, lost in her grief, and he couldn’t shake the haunting image of her tear-streaked face.

The bodyguards, silent shadows in the car, exchanged glances. They knew Remo’s frustration wasn’t directed at them, but rather at the helplessness of the situation. The city’s surveillance systems were being scoured, every resource mobilized to track down the woman Remo cared for deeply.

As the car sped through the city, Remo’s gaze was fixed on the passing streets, his thoughts consumed by the worry gnawing at his insides. He felt a sense of urgency, an overwhelming need to find Abby before the darkness of grief swallowed her whole.

As the minutes stretched into eternity, Remo’s anxiety intensified with each passing second. The streets blurred by outside the car window, a relentless reminder of their futile search for Abby. His heart pounded with an agonizing rhythm, each beat a painful echo of his fear and frustration.

After what felt like an eternity, Tony’s call shattered the suffocating silence. They had found Abby’s car parked at the outskirts of the city. Without hesitation, Remo instructed the driver to head there immediately.

The car slowed to a halt, and Remo’s heart lurched as he stepped out onto the unfamiliar terrain. The outskirts were a desolate landscape, barren and unforgiving in the fading light of day. He scanned the area, his eyes desperate for any sign of Abby amidst the shadows.

With the bodyguards at his side, Remo scoured the surroundings, his heart pounding in his chest like a relentless drumbeat. And then, amidst the sea of greenery, he spotted her – a solitary figure seated in front of a tomb, her silhouette etched against the fading light of dusk.

Relief washed over Remo in a wave, mingled with a profound sorrow at the sight of Abby’s grief-stricken form. She sat there, lost in a world of her own making, her pain a palpable presence in the stillness of the evening.

Remo motioned for the bodyguards to withdraw, their silent presence a respectful acknowledgment of the sacred moment unfolding before them. He approached Abby slowly, each step weighted with the gravity of the situation.

As he drew nearer, Remo’s heart constricted with an overwhelming sense of empathy. Abby’s pain radiated from her like a tangible force, and seeing her in such anguish tore at his soul in ways he couldn’t begin to describe.

He settled underneath a nearby tree, his gaze never leaving Abby’s form. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the garden of memories that surrounded them.

Time seemed to stand still as Remo waited, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared sorrow. And then, as the darkness enveloped them like a comforting embrace, Abby rose to her feet, her eyes alighting on Remo’s figure beneath the tree.

Their gazes met, and in that moment, words became irrelevant. Remo’s silent presence spoke volumes, a testament to his unwavering support and love for Abby in her darkest hour.

Remo’s heart ached as he saw Abby’s red-rimmed eyes, evidence of the torrent of tears she had shed in her private sanctuary. She looked so lost, the weight of grief etched into every line of her face. The woman he cared for , bearing the burden of sorrow, struck a chord deep within him.

Without a word, Remo reached out, gently pulling Abby into a tight embrace. The world faded away as he enveloped her in his arms, offering a sanctuary against the storm of emotions that raged within her.

He felt the shuddering breaths she took, the silent cries echoing through the stillness of the night. Remo tightened his hold, as if trying to absorb the pain radiating from her. His heart bled for Abby, for the loss she was enduring, for the raw vulnerability he witnessed in her tear-streaked face.

In that moment, beneath the swaying branches of the tree, Remo found himself grappling with a profound sense of powerlessness. He couldn’t erase the pain or undo the tragedy that had befallen Abby’s family, but he could offer solace in the form of his unwavering presence.

Their embrace lingered, an unspoken language of shared grief and silent support. Remo wished he could shoulder her pain, carry the weight of her sorrow, but all he could do was hold her tightly, a lifeline in the tempest of her emotions.

As he felt Abby’s trembling subside, Remo gently pulled away, his hands cupping her tear-streaked face. His eyes met hers, conveying a silent promise that he would be there for her, a pillar of strength in the face of despair.

The sunset casted a soft glow upon them, revealing the depth of emotion in Remo’s eyes. He longed to ease Abby’s suffering, to bring back the light that seemed to have dimmed within her. In that quiet moment, he whispered words of comfort, a soothing balm to her wounded spirit.

Abby’s vulnerability stirred something profound within Remo, a yearning to protect and cherish her. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, an unspoken pledge to stand by her side through the darkest nights.

"We should go home," Remo whispered gently, his words carrying a quiet reassurance. Abby said nothing, just nodded.

Remo continued to hold her, guiding her towards the waiting car where his men stood, waiting for them.

With a gentle hand, Remo opened the car door for Abby, his touch a silent reassurance amidst the chaos of her thoughts.

Remo settled in beside her, never once releasing his hold on her. His arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders, offering a silent promise of support and solace as they embarked on the journey home.