Authors note: Hello everyone. I am sorry for my tardiness with chapter I have been a bit apathetic about writing this series since the theft of the first 22 chapters and Amazons delay in taking them down even after they took down the other series she stole from Literotica. Again, I am grateful to MsSensualiT for her continued help to be my second sets of eyes. I hope those of you who enjoy this series continue to do so. ~ellie.
Marcella had been overwhelmed by the sheer joy and relief of Olivia and Vivienne when they had finally arrived at the house during dinner. They were with Jessa's little boys, and she barely had time to take them in before she was pulled from her chair by Gideon. He had all but smothered her into his chest with his bear-like arms before handing around the small group for hugs and kisses to her cheeks. She briefly glanced at Noah between the embraces and saw him watching her carefully with an unreadable expression. She wasn't looking forward to having to explain herself to all of these people now, especially when she still needed to make Noah understand she couldn't stay. She couldn't take the risk that anyone else would be hurt because of her.
More food was brought for the late-comers, and the children were excused to go and show their cousins to the rooms they would be staying in during their visit with them. Marcella watched her nephews go with the Nanny and Auro, Jellybean leading the way and continuously talking in her excitement at having guests her own age. The three boys were quiet, even the baby. They looked more than a little apprehensive and Marcella knew that look. She'd worn it herself for much of her childhood. She hoped they would come out of their shells once they realised their father was no longer going to punish them for little more than making noise.
The rest of the dinner was populated with polite small talk. Everyone left what they truly wanted to say hanging in the air around them, making Marcella feel caged in and stifled by what she knew was coming. Connie and Vivienne talked about babies. Her friend glowed with happiness at the thought of becoming a mother as did Connie who acted as the wise friend for Vivienne when Marcella so obviously couldn't. She didn't have a maternal bone in her body and had no plans to have children of her own ever.
Olivia seemed quiet, which was typical for her, Marcella admitted. Still, it seemed more thoughtful this time as if trying to work out some complicated math problem in her head and coming up short. She turned toward her sister who sat on her right side, turning her shoulder and back to Noah. He was sitting way too close to her on her left side watching her eat, and coiled for action as if he thought she might up and bolt from the table rather than endure the strange oppressive vibe in the air.
"Olivia?" Marcella asked tentatively. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours that's making you frown so much?"
"You left. You left without even saying goodbye or checking that the AFP dropped the charges against me," Olivia sighed. She knew this was not the time or place to bring this up, but she could not help herself from saying what needed to be said. "You left all of us, not just me. Did you leave the yacht with this Game Master willingly or did he make you?"
"I didn't have a choice on the yacht. Konrad took me with him. There was no need to extrapolate and scare her with what she had seen that night and what a cold, ruthless, psycho the man was.
"In Brisbane, you had a choice, but you went with him anyway," Olivia accused.
"Yes, I had the impossible choice of putting you, Noah and everyone else in danger or going with him. I couldn't do that to you, not when you had just gained your freedom. You know Gen would have put you under house arrest again if he knew," Marcella said reasonably.
"If Massimo hadn't found you at the hospital would you have left with him again?" Olivia continued to probe.
"I had planned to go with him, initially anyway. I made a deal with Konrad for access to Jessa and Zia's funeral. I had to go back. But then I saw Jessa, and her pain at being separated from the one thing she lived for," Marcella sighed and looked up as if she could see through the floor to the children above. "I was angry and wanted to help her. I forgot at that moment how and why I was there and that Konrad was waiting in the rear car park for me. He was always ten steps ahead of anyone else in his games though, and he was probably long gone before Massimo even arrived."
"You made a deal with him?" Olivia frowned.
"Yeah, but it was out of necessity. For Konrad, all of this is a game of moves and counter-moves. People's lives mean nothing to him. He does what he wants and always has half a dozen contingency plans in place depending on how the pieces of his game react to situations he puts them in, me in particular. He gave me a choice and the freedom to leave in Brisbane, so I could come home to put all of my affairs in order before he came for me again. The threat to those who would stop him from getting to me was real. He doesn't want me, though, not really. He wants something the Tables have claimed as theirs as if it is some sort of contest to see who has the bigger balls. The longer you all stay with me, the more danger you are in. I'm the expendable pawn in his game, and he is after the higher value pieces."
Marcella looked up from where she had been twisting her fingers in her lap as she spoke quietly with Olivia when she heard her sister gasp. Olivia looked at Marcella wide-eyed with a small hand covering her mouth. Then she looked around the now silent dinner table and shook her head.
"You all have to let me go now. I'll find my own way back to Perth. I've finally got myself in way over my head just like you all knew I would, and now I have to face the consequences, alone," she said as if brooking no arguments and stood up as if to walk out.
"Fuck that!" Noah said. He stood to block her way and looked at her intensely. "If you think we are letting you face this alone then you're delusional."
"Noah, stop. You don't understand," she moved to push past him, but he was immovable.