Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter

27

-Maya's POV-

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. The phone felt heavy in my hand, suddenly a foreign object. "What?" I whispered, the single word escaping my lips in a ragged breath. The line went dead before I could say anything else. I stared at the phone screen, numb, the gravity of Ivan's words sinking in.

"Amaya? What's wrong?" Natalia's voice cut through the fog of confusion clouding my mind. Her hand shot out to grip mine, "What happened?"

I looked at her, my mouth working soundlessly for a moment. "My father. He has been arrested. Ivan just called. The FBI... they're investigating him for something." Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Does he know what it's about?"

1 shook my head slowly, the room feeling like it was closing in on me. "No. He just said they're investigating him. He's coming to pick me up."

A flicker of worry crossed her face. "Do you w

want me to come with you?" she asked. "Maybe it would be better if you weren't alone."

"No. I need to handle this myself. Thank you, though, Natalia. For everything and you too Nathan."

I know he had gone quiet just like he always did when Natalia and I were having our moment. He nodded giving me a tight smile, "Anytime, Maya."

Natalia pulled me into a tight hug, her embrace a silent reassurance in the face of the unknown. "Call me when you know more. And whatever happens, you know I'm here for you."

I clung to her for a moment longer, drawing strength from her unwavering support. Then, I pulled back, wiping at the tears that had welled up in my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to focus. My father needed me, no matter how much I considered him a monster sometimes and whatever ho'd gotten himself into, I had to be there for him.

"I gotta go," I told them, my voice thick with emotion. "Ivan's on his way."

Nathan nodded, her gaze filled with understanding. "We will come see you later."

smile, then turned and headed for the door. As I stepped out into the cool night air, a shiver ran

wheel tightly, knuckles white, his jaw clenched with suppressed anger. I stole a glance at him once, but he kept his gaze fixed on the road ahead, a storm brewing behind

do you know?" I finally broke the silence,

moment. "Not much. I got a call from a friend in the force. Apparently, there's been an investigation into your father's business dealings for a while now.

laundering? But... that doesn't make any sense. I know my father might be an a** ho e but he is a good businessman,

He interrupted, his voice laced with frustration. "That's what we're

raced with questions, anxieties, and a growing sense of betrayal. How could my

finally pulled up in front of my father's house, a swarm of police cars and yellow crime scene tape greeted us. The

down, a silent agreement to avoid drawing unnecessary attention. He took my hand in his, his grip firm yet comforting. "We'll go in together. "But be prepared. Things might be...

constricting with a mixture of fear and a strange sense of detachment. Taking a deep, shaky breath, I steeled myself for whatever. awaited us inside. As ivan and Lapproached the house, a police

help you?"

voice to remain calm. "This is my husband, Ivan McCall. It's my father's house and I

hit me was the chaos.

living room, a group of officers were questioning my mother. Her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, her normally

me. She threw her arms around me, holding me tight as if afraid I might disappear. "Thank

first. I knew we both needed each other at this moment and she must be going out of her mind but still, it felt foreign. Seeing her like this. Uneasily, I hugged her back, the familiar scent of her perfume doing little to dispel the sense of unease that had settled deep within me. "What's going on?"

took him," she said, her voice hoarse. "The FBI. They said he was... involved in some kind of illegal

"But... how?"

haven't known what to think. They wouldn't tell

rest," he said gently. "We

on me like a heavy cloak. With a heavy heart, I squeezed her hand back.

on my tongue.

a framed photograph on the mantle. The three of us stood together even though it looked forced but still, we stood together. A lump formed in my throat.

mumbled, my voice thick

tight embrace. "I know. I