My Sweet Isabella (The Ambassador Trilogy #3) (3 page)

“There was this boy. I can’t get his face out of my head. They were going to kill him. Tell me he is okay.”

“As I recall, there was no child killed that day. The terrorist killed ten people, and children were not among the dead. I will definitely verify that for you.” My body relaxed to know he was still alive.

“Am I safe now? Is Isabella safe?”

He hesitated. His gaze left my face, and he looked away. I knew what that meant before he said anything.

“I feel you are, for the most part, safer. Two of them are dead. The group has claimed responsibility for the deaths of the innocent in the café. We have not heard anything from anyone to make us believe you are not. That is not to say they won’t start again. Right now, I don’t know how many we are dealing with. If Azhur’s son is now in charge, and he is still alive, I would say we have more work to do. I would like you to keep Gustan with you as much as possible, go back to Washington when you are strong enough, and this time inform me faster when and if any more threats come in. Also, I’m not satisfied with only Gustan. I’m getting some more people around you. I know you don’t like that, but that is how it needs to be right now. Later, we can cut back. I’d feel safer if you let me hire some more protection.” I took a second to look at him to read him more thoroughly. He was genuinely concerned. I had Isabella to think of now and my ego needed to take a backseat.

“Thank you, Pierre. More guards are not necessary for me, but for Isabella’s sake let’s do add more security.” I didn’t want more people around me. I had a hard time accepting Gustan living with me twenty-four hours a day. My place would be turned into a commune with more guards. “What are we talking about, a couple more?”

“I’m thinking, right now, at least four, and I want to make sure there are cameras all over your home for the security guard to monitor every angle. I will put Gustan in charge of this and speak to him today.

“I need to ask a question?”

“Anything, Fabrice.” He sat forward and listened to me intently.

“Tell me the truth, even with all of this, is Isabella safe here with me in Paris?” He looked down and said nothing.

“Tell me, Pierre. She’s my life.”

“I think she would be safer in the United States. I don’t think it’s safe for you or her to stay here right now. The doctors don’t want you to leave Paris yet and I know she won’t leave you. I can have you protected. I will do what I can.”

I nodded my head in agreement.

“Gustan is one man. If these bastards are serious, you need more. It’s a damn shame you have to live like that, but until we know more, that is what needs to be done to keep both you and Isabella safe. It’s not forever, Fabrice.”

“I will do whatever I have to so she is safe. I don’t want her to know or be afraid. I would give up my life for her. I couldn’t imagine anyone hurting her.”

Pierre stood up, walked over to the window, and looked out.

“We need to get your house secure. I’m talking state of the art security system. I think your dad may have already done that.” He turned back around to look at me.

“What house?” He kept mentioning my home. I didn’t know what home he was referring to. I sold my Paris apartment and the only home I currently had in Paris, was my parents.

“The vineyard, I believe while you are still here in Paris.” The vineyard house was a mess and had not been lived in for years. The last time I was inside, the entire thing needed to be remodeled. I thought I better check with Isabella. I let it go, and Pierre kept talking.

“Isabella needs security when she goes anywhere while she is still here. Try to keep her at home with you, as much as possible. I will keep you posted every couple of days with updates. Let me know if there is anything else I can do to help out. Don’t go anywhere without at least two bodyguards while you’re here. They are watching this terrorist group. They are bound to slip up and then we will go in for the kill.”

I nodded my head.

“I want her to be safe.”

“And I want you to be safe too. You’re just as important, Fabrice. You are the French Ambassador, for God’s sake. I will stop by the vineyard and we can see what needs to be done. I’m just glad you’re alive.”

Alive. Was I alive or was I just existing? Would I ever be able to live free again?

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had not convinced me Isabella would be completely safe. I needed to keep her protected and I needed to be reassured her safety was a top priority on every one’s list, not just mine. While I was in this damn hospital there was nothing I could do. I depended on those two men to look after her and provide her with the security they said they would. That was all I worried about. I had to get out as soon as possible because, you couldn’t depend on people. Yes, they promised they would take care of things, but when it came right down to it, all you had was yourself.

When my parents visited later that afternoon, I asked my father about securing the house. I asked what house we were talking about. He told me he had fixed up the house in the vineyard. The ranch style house was small, but only one floor and the layout would be perfect for me to use while I recovered.

“That place needs a lot of work, Dad.” I couldn’t imagine moving in there in the shape the house was in.

“Don’t you worry. I have it covered. I want you to concentrate on getting well.”

When my father stepped out to get some coffee, my mother informed me he had been working nonstop to get set up for me. She said she had not seen him so upset in the forty-five years they were married. He was terrified when he heard the news I had been shot. He immediately came to the hospital and demanded to be with me. Outwardly, my dad and I didn’t appear to be close, but there was definitely an unspoken love, not to be shown to the world but to be kept between us.

Gustan came by later that afternoon, and I thanked him for saving my life a second time. I don’t know how to repay him. I owed him so much. First, he was with me when we killed the hostage takers, then he’d saved me from being burned alive, and now he’d saved me from having my head blown off. He will always be considered family to me no matter what.

“Shooting the asshole was not hard. All I needed was a clear shot of the bastard. He aimed right at your head. My sharp shooting skills need some brushing up. I didn’t do that good of a job because he hit you in the leg before he went down. I should have shot him first. But, you are alive, and for that I’m happy.

“This is the second time you have saved my life, Gustan. I honestly don’t know how to repay you.” Carrying on a conversation was exhausting. My head was not with it. The constant shot of pain in my leg made me cringe. I broke out in a cold sweat and grit my teeth trying not to show how bad I felt.

“You can repay me and name your first son after me. Gustan Arbidoux sounds perfect.” He laughed and touched my shoulder.

“Seriously, you would have done the same. When a gun is aimed at my best friend’s head, of course I will react. The attack happened so fast. The gunfire was incredible. Bullets were flying everywhere breaking glass, coffee pots were shattering and the smell of coffee was so strong. Remember that time we came up on gunfire in that little town in Syria? We were walking along and out of nowhere there were bullets zooming by our heads. That was what it was like, only in a small, enclosed place. There was so much commotion and screaming, it was hard for me to concentrate or react as quickly as I wanted to. Those fucks shot three women. Three women were blown apart for no reason. Those cowards didn’t care about innocent people. Women are nothing to them.”

My heart raced at the thought of what happened. I could feel my stomach churn. Their terrifying screams still echoed in my head. “I don’t understand why they couldn’t shoot me and leave them alone.”

“That’s what they do. They kill the innocent to scare and terrorize. They have no fear of death. Human life is nothing to them. One screamed something in another language I couldn’t understand until I heard Ambassador. I knew you were going to be next. I had to protect you. I almost didn’t bring my gun with me that day. Did you know I walked all the way down to your office and turned around to go back and get my gun? Something told me I needed that damn thing. We would both be pushing up daisies right now if I hadn’t. I also still owe you a chocolate croissant.” He smiled again. I didn’t have any reason to smile back.

I was desperate to find out more about this boy and his mother. “There was a boy with his mother. They were going to kill him. The gun was pointed at his head and that’s when I lunged at him. Did he survive?” Why couldn’t someone tell me about this boy?

He became serious for a second. “There were no children killed. I will find out about this boy. Do you remember what he looked like?” I gave him the same information as I gave Pierre.

“Were any Americans killed?” I asked.

“No, one person was from Spain, one from Poland. No Americans were killed, but two were hurt.”

“I need to speak to the President.” I had to talk to him and offer my apologies. This happened because of me.

“You will, Fabrice. You will.” Gustan grabbed my shoulder to reassure me that everything was going to be okay. He did this to me once before during the hostage siege when I was injured.

I explained to Gustan what I remembered, and he promised he would find out. The boy was small holding onto his mother’s hand and whimpering. He had longer dark hair and a blue back pack on him. I remembered him trying to be brave, but he was so afraid. His whimpers turned to a yell “No,” right before I was shot. Gustan promised he would find out. I knew I could trust him and Pierre to find out. If Gustan says he was going to do something, he would do it.

He sat down next to me in a chair. Talking made me extremely tired. I buzzed the nurse so that she would give me something for pain. She came in right away and injected her concoction into my IV. Soon it would be lights out.

I whispered to Gustan so only he and I could hear.

“Gustan, listen to me. Pierre said they were sending extra security to the house. That’s fine, but I need you to stay with Isabella. I need to know she is safe and if you are with her she will be. You are the best there is and I want you with her.” I pleaded to him with my eyes.

“I don’t think she will like that, Fabrice. She doesn’t seem to like me much,” he smiled. I ignored the bullshit response. None of this was reason for smiling right now. I didn’t care if Isabella despised him.

“Try to follow her without her knowing. Pierre plans on turning my home into Fort Knox, and I want you to focus on her. I want her to know as little as possible.” He nodded his head in agreement and pointed to the armed guard outside my door.

“I checked him out; he’s top notch. Try to get some rest while you are here. You need to rest, Fabrice. I will watch Isabella. Your home will be secure, and everything is going to be fine. You don’t have to worry about that.” I didn’t answer him.

Everybody thinks all I have to do is rest. I didn’t want to rest. I needed his reassurance he would take care of her.

“Listen to me. This is not about me right now. I want you to promise me she will be okay. You have to do one last thing for me, Gustan.” My eyes became heavy and it was a struggle to keep them open.

“Yes. You can count on me, Fabrice. You can always count on me. I will watch over her. I have the situation under control. Now, please stop worrying about everything.” He reached over and squeezed my hand. I felt somewhat better and was able to close my eyes for a while.

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Later that evening after my parents and Isabella left, I fell in and out of a fitful sleep. When I was awake my thoughts were muddled with memories of that day. Over and over I would picture the blood and the people so scared and pleading for their lives. I couldn’t get the images out of my head. I’d seen worse than that when I was in Special Ops, and none of the killings or brutality bothered me. None of those images or memories kept me up at night. This was different, and I could not shake the images. When I would sleep, I dreamt crazy things. I dreamt my leg was as skinny as a twig and if I stood, my leg would break. I dreamt I had a peg leg, and the worst was having no leg at all.

I was so thirsty, all I wanted was water. My body didn’t feel like my own. Nothing felt right. During the middle of the night I looked down at my chest. My pecs were still muscular and tight. My scars were still prominent across my shoulders. I shoved the blanket to my feet. I wanted to see my leg. I needed to see the damage that had been done. Pushing the button for the nurse, she came right in.