His Confession (By His Command #8) Read Online Free

that hotel and out of
that city. I wanted away from ‘K’ - Katherine - and I wanted to be in the air,
to be safe, and to never be seen again.
    I ran to the plane and
boarded it.
    I found Jonathan in a
bedroom on the plane, resting like he had been when I found  him back at the
hotel. The two men in suits left and the plane was on and we were taking off.
There was not a second wasted.
    “Where are we going?” I
asked Jonathan.
    “Safe,” he whispered.
“Safe...”
    “Where is safe?”
    Jonathan looked at me. He
raised a hand and pointed it at me. “Right there. You, Isabella Grace.”
    I fell to Jonathan again, my
head to his chest.
    “I can’t live without you,”
I admitted. “Please... don’t die...”
    I listened to Jonathan
breathing and I listened to his heart. It was weak. Everything was weak. I was
weak.
    My eyes were suddenly heavy
and I wanted to sleep but I feared if I did, I would be alone.
    Then Jonathan Black said
something to me that didn’t just wake me... but changed my life forever...
    “Isabella Grace... I... I
love you.”

-4-
     
    The doctor came into the
large room, stripping himself of his suit jacket and putting on a white coat.
He was remarkably handsome, then again, if he were in the company of Jonathan
Black, what else would I expect.
    His face was serious as he
hung over Jonathan Black, looking at his face and body.
    Jonathan hadn’t said a word
since saying what he did on the private jet. I, again, tried my hardest not to
believe everything I was told by Jonathan in his current state. My heart did
not need anymore tearing and my nerves were already shaking as it was. When his
eyes had closed on the flight and remained shut, I wept. I wanted to leave the
room for help but I couldn’t. I was paralyzed. After the plane landed, men
rushed in and took Jonathan from me. Two came back and carried me off the plane
and into the back of what looked like a warehouse. I was certain we were both
going to end up dead.
    And that was fine by me.
    If Jonathan was going to
die, so would I.
    “How long has he been out?”
the doctor asked.
    “I... I’m not sure. He shut
his eyes maybe ten minutes into the flight.”
    The doctor nodded, obviously
calculating the time of flight. I had no sense of time or direction. I couldn’t
tell anyone where I was... what city, what state, perhaps even what country for
all I knew.
    “Okay,” the doctor said.
“Let me take care of this.”
    “Who are you?” I asked.
    It was probably something
too bold to say in such a tender moment but the doctor looked at me, eyeing me.
    “I’m going to save his
life,” he said, his voice honest. “And you’re going to thank me. And that’s all
you need to know. Now, if you don’t mind... leave this room. Isabella Grace. ”
    The way he said my name made
my entire body shake. It should have surprised me that he knew my name but it
didn’t. What it did do was make me think of all the things Jonathan Black had said
that day to me. Was he so enamored with me that he confessed it to everyone
around him?
    I backed away from the
doctor and from Jonathan Black. I turned and left the room. I wasn’t sure where
I actually was, but I guess you could call a waiting room. It had several black
leather couches, end tables with publications on them, but the ambience of the
room was sterile and silent. I felt like I had been trapped in a horror movie
and all hell would break loose when one of the doors opened. When one of the
doors actually opened I let out a small scream and jumped. It was a man in a
suit, looking so much like all the other men I had seen.
    The man stopped and let the
door shut behind him. He looked at the door where I had come from and I could
only imagine he was mentally putting the pieces together.
    “He will survive,” the man
said, calm, but without the strength and command that only Jonathan Black’s
voice could provide.
    The man then reached up and
pulled a white wire from his ear and dropped it to a