Caught

"Babes, Can you go get me some of the iced latte at Sir Peter's cafe?" She quickly texted Camilla when she realized that Miguel Rodriguez is nowhere to be found.
'He must have gone back into the cabin, probably for another beer and cigarette, I should have one too' Bella thought.
It was certainly hot enough, and though she’d never acquired the taste herself, on a day like today, anything cold and bubbly would be welcome.A cup of iced latte at Sir Peter's cafe would do the trick.
Resting the binoculars for a while, a photo of Miguel that she took some hours ago dropped from the chest pocket.
Bella took it and observed the photo for a while. Tears of unspoken invincible pains dropped but she hurriedly wiped them.
'I'll meet him soon. I'll try to be close to him soon and perhaps, we can just love without any stumbling blocks'
Over the years, he'd changed more than she'd initially imagined. Looking at the picture, Miguel could definitely fit into the category of superhunk. Tall, thick black hair, strong square jaw. A face that was a combination of construction- Mafia heir and magazine-cover handsome. Those long legs of his filled out a pair of jeans like nobody’s business; that broad chest and muscular arms were enough to make a girl’s heart skip a beat or two in appreciation.
Bella was very grateful. Since she'd say goodbye to movie industry, Bella sees less of handsome men, especially here that had only older people.
Save for the cheeky 30s and 40s ladies, Bella felt quite bored staying here for four days now..
Arianna Huffington, a fence-post-thin brunette working at the restaurant she'd bought food from, had turned into a regular Chatty Cathy this morning when Bella casually mentioned the name, Miguel Rodriguez.
"You know him?" Surprise lifted Tracy’s heavily lined eyebrows.
Bella shrugged and started to browse through the list of menus, "Once an acquaintance. Why so shocked about him?"
“ Today must be your lucky day,” Tracy said with amazement. “I heard he's a retired Mafia Lord. So cold and never talks to anyone. Just few weeks ago, a big shot man came for him and they had a turf. Everywhere was chaos then”
“Incredible" Bella knew who the big shot was. Who else can it be if not her father, Cartersville Trump who took over Agatha and wanted her — his own daughter dead?
“Any folks aside from that?”
"He's got no folks, I heard from his friends, Ross and Edison that his wife betrayed him and his properties were seized. He'd refused to be a boss even" Arianna Huffington explained.
Bella shook with fright. His wife— her Bella Trump betrayed him. But wait.... “Edison and Ross?” Bella glanced up from the spaghetti pasta flyer she’d been eyeing. “How come they're friends?"
Arianna had left to serve some customer before resuming her stories, "I don't know how they knew each other hut Ross is
Three-Time National Champion Motorcycle Racer”
Bella was shocked, "A Racer?"
“One and the same,” Tracy chirped brightly. “Don’t that beat all, a celebrity like Ross living right here in Rivers and running gee Miguel like a leech?"
It sure did, Bella thought, Ross was Miguel's subordinate afterall.
Bella didn't know anything about racing, but If anything comes up, she'd surely gotten something to free herself with.
Bella had a pretty good idea, but she’d rather not go there. “So he’s staying here untill Edison's wedding?" she asked nonchalantly, sliding a box of cheese crackers across the counter.
“Shoot, no. He’s got himself holed up in the Rhodesian Castle ship....."
Bella’s next trip to the real estate and recreational rental office across the street proved to be another warehouse of information, as well.
“Are there other cabins rented?” Bella gave Beverly, the manager what she hoped was a timid look. “I don’t mean to be nosy, it’s just that being a woman up there alone and all, well, I thought I might feel safer knowing who else was around.”
“A woman can’t be too careful.” Beverly nodded in understanding. “But don’t you worry, dear. There’s a couple on their honeymoon just checked into cabin six at the farthest end of the lake, and Miguel Rodriguez's in cabin three. I’ll put you in cabin four right next to him.”
“Miguel?” Bella’s insides did a tap dance, but she kept her voice tiny and her expression worried. “Is he someone you know?”
“Land sakes,” Beverly said with a flip of her hand, “everyone in Rivers knows him. The cold jerk.”
With all these interesting people as Arianna and the cabin Manager around, Bella knew everything will be settled in a few days.
When the first big drop of rain hit her on the cheek, the make-up she had on all but dissolved. The next drop splashed on her nose at the same time thunder rumbled the ground and lightning zigzagged across the dark sky.
"Damn that rude jerk, how can he just disappear on me?" She cussed as she hurriedly packed her things.
Still tryna pack, Camila's call came in again,
"Babes have you got anywhere to stay?"
Bella was hurrying, "Can you stop calling me like a mother-in-law? The storm is gonna blow me off!!" She yelled and the ended the call.
Tossing her binoculars and the phone into her backpack, she rose on her hands and knees and started to crawl backward out of the thick cattails.
Just some steps out of the cattails, Bella Trump froze when she hit something very solid.
And very human.
Slowly she glanced over her shoulder, then swallowed hard at the sight of the man who was once her husband there.
Miguel Rodriguez.