My Sweet Isabella (The Ambassador Trilogy #3) Read Free Page B

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?

P ierre 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.