Amanda sat upright and made sure she was seeing the video clearly. She leaned forward and took the iPad from Reynold's hand and put the screen closer to her eyes to look for details. The video seemed to be taken by someone inside the shrubs close by. The video sent shocking waves to Amanda's skeletal system. Ethan was seen with two men dressed in black. They looked like polices. As she kept watching, she saw one of the men hit Ethan so hard in the head. The other man who wore a mask was making a video of Ethan locked in a car. Even a blind person could tell that the angle at which the masked man took the video was the same angle Colton's video displayed. It showed just his face and Beatrix in the back seat struggling to break free. Few seconds after that, one of the men was seeing taking Beatrix out of the car and jerking her into another car that had been waiting with a driver in it. The other guy then seemed to make a call, and after the call, they all lef
"Fuuuuuuuuccckkk!!!.... I'm gonna kill Manchi. I'm gonna rip his head off his fucking body!" Colton roared like an angry Lion. He stared at his reflection in the mirror with contempt. He knew that his table was finally shaking. Everything was going as planned. He had Beatrix right under his net, Amanda was under his spell, and Ethan was in his place. Now, his aim seemed to be going off track. He would now be in an emergent conundrum. As Colton thought of his image, his reputation, his money, his victory, he knew that he would have to buckle up. Even if he doesn't get to have Amanda for himself, he must find a way of not getting caught by the police force. Colton wracked his brain so hard that he began to feel disgusted by his reflection in the mirror, so, out of intense anger, he clenched his fist and threw a heavy blow to the mirror, once. He did it again and again until blood had no reason to stop flowing from his fist. He didn't feel the pain. His heart was
Ethan finally began to regret what he had done. He wished he had listened to Jameson. He wished he had just boarded a plane and had flown back to his home in Mexico. This was the first time was being kept as a prisoner. He had never ever entered a cell before. All this for Amanda? For love? Was he this foolish? Amanda never came to him all through his stay in the prison. It could only mean one thing. She has fallen for Colton, who knows, they probably are married now. Ethan cursed himself. He left Mexico few years ago to this city just to hustle and make ends meet for his family. New Hilton was the dream if almost everyone. It was practically the richest city in the state and in the country. Maybe in the world. Growing up as a kid, Ethan had the dream to become an Architect. He had passion for his dream, so he put all his best to make his dream a reality. Ethan was born into a poor family. He is an American by birth. His mother was Mexico and his father was an
"Are.. you okay, sir?" Amanda asked and brought back the attention of Mr. Chester. He had been staring at her for quite some time. "Oh.. um.. Yes. Yes.. I'm okay Amanda. It's good to see how big you've grown." Mr. Chester smiled finally. "Thank you sir. Sorry about your daughter. I know she'd get better soon. She's a strong woman." Amanda comforted the governor. Mr. Chester smiled and patted Amanda's back. Although, he was now fully conscious, Amanda could still sense that something was up. The wasy he never took his eyes off her was an indication. "Thank you for always being there for my daughter. And, I really sympathize with you. My heart aches for the death of your father. He was a man incompatible with any other. Wealthy and powerful and.." "Thank you sir. I'll be fine. Hopefully. I hope to manage the company at my disposal to the best of my ability and more." Amanda spoke professionally. The last time she actually saw Mr. Chester was when her mother died.
The helicopter had been flying some some time now. Colton raged with fire as he sat uncomfortably in the aircraft besides his father. "There is no way we can get past the border without being noticed. The security is freaking tight." Colton began. "What the heck are we to do then? I'd rather die than go to that fucking jail." Blake ranted. "Just shut up let me think." Colton screamed as he managed to absorb the air than sliced past his skin. Blake fumed angrily. He wished he had his legs functioning. He really wished he did. If he had working legs in his body, life would be way easier for him. His son would have some respect. Colton kept tapping his legs on the floor of the copter. "Take us through the extreme end of the border, through the mountains. We have a better chance of escape!" Colton spoke to the pilot through the headphones. "Affirmative boss! But we have a problem." The pilot said as he navigated a way using the compass embedded into the control board.
The drive to the police station was a blur one. Colton's mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan to save himself and his father. He knew that the evidence against them was strong, but he refused to go down without a fight. He hissed each time he felt the harsh pains of the bruises he got, probably from the helicopter's wreckage. His father was in a separate car coming behind them. He just couldn't believe that he had been caught. What would this mean for him, for his name, his company? "Hey, you know, you surprise me Colton. I always admired you. Who would've known that you are simply a crooked twisted man?" Officer Don broke the silence in the car speaking with Colton as he stared into the mirror. Colton didn't give a reply. He really didn't know what to say. He couldn't even look at himself in the mirror placedin the car. His own eyes sometimes scared him. No one, absolutely no one had seen him this way, except his dad and Beatrix. "I have to admit though, y
Jameson arrived at the police station to meet Ethan, who was still under detention. As he approached the interrogation room, he could see Ethan's face through the small window on the door. It was clear that Ethan had been through a lot, and Jameson felt a sense of guilt wash over him. He knew that he had betrayed Ethan by sharing confidential information with Colton, but he was also determined to make things right. "Hey, Ethan," Jameson said as he entered the room. "How are you holding up?" Ethan looked up and gave him a weak smile. "I've been better, to be honest," he said. "But I'm hanging in there. Honestly though, it sucks here!" Jameson laughed calmly. "What did you expect? To be caged in a paradise? Haha." He managed to force out a smile to cheer Ethan, but Ethan sensed something was not okay. "I'll kill you man. You laugh at me huh? It's hell in here. You just don't know. And what's with you? You look sad" Colton cried out jestly, then he made a serious face..
Colton was escorted to the interrogation room, where the detective, a middle-aged man with a stern look, sat waiting for him. The room was small and had only one table and two chairs. Colton was instructed to sit in one of the chairs while the detective sat on the other side of the table. The detective introduced himself as Detective Peterson and asked Colton if he knew why he was there. Colton nodded and looked around the room, trying to avoid eye contact with the detective. Having a wierd eye made him feel somewhat embarrased. He wondered how the detective managed to look into his eyes easily. Detective Peterson cleared his throat and began asking questions. "So, Mr. Blake, you've been charged with kidnapping Beatrix Winston. Is that correct?" Colton looked at the detective and took a deep breath. "Yes, that's correct," he replied. The detective leaned forward and asked, "Can you tell me why you did it?" Colton hesitated for a moment. He thought of framing a lie. If