34. Eleanor's Mansion

Emma's narrative

Coming out of the room where Rachel had held me captive for months was a monumental breakthrough for me, and I vowed that no one would ever confine me like that again.

I glanced at Jake, one of Brandon's bodyguards that stood a few feet away, holding a phone to his ear. After a few minutes, Jake strolled over to the car I was in and rapped his fist on the window. Slowly, the window rolled down.

"I ain't going back to that estate. I want my son"! I reiterated what I had told them as soon as we arrived at the estate gate, prompting the chauffeur to pull over by the roadside.

"Take it easy, ma'am. I just called the boss. He said I should bring you to where he is," Jake said.

"Where's he at?" I asked nonchalantly.

"He's at Eleanor's mansion," Jake responded and motioned to the chauffeur.

"Please, turn around. The boss said we should take her to Eleanor's mansion," the bodyguard instructed, and the car began to turn.

"What about my son?" I inquired.

"Your son is at Eleano