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

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.

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..

The sun slowly sank towards the horizon, casting a warm golden light across the sky. As it descended, the light intensified, painting the clouds in shades of pink, orange, and deep red. The sky above the New Hilton police station was a canvas of colors, with the setting sun creating a magical atmosphere that captivated the senses. As the sun gradually disappeared below the horizon, the sky transformed into a stunning display of colors. The clouds glowed in brilliant hues of pink and purple, casting a soft, warm light that illuminated the streets of the city below. The buildings and skyscrapers surrounding the hotel were silhouetted against the fiery sky, creating a dramatic and breathtaking panorama. The air was warm and still, with the only sound being the distant hum of the bustling city below. The sky was a canvas of colors, with the setting sun casting a golden light across the cityscape, transforming the mundane into a magnificent display. The skyline looked like a majestic

The last few days had been a living hell for Ethan. He had lost everything he held dear - his small job, his reputation, his freedom, and worst of all, his sweetheart Amanda. He hated the prison. Ethan was shocked. The only person who called him Buen hijo was…. Ethan turned back and gasped in bewilderment. "Mama?! Papa?!!!" He rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was hallucinating, but as the couple came closer, he realized that it was his parents. He had not seen them in years since they stayed in Mexico. He didn't even know how they knew where he was. His mother rushed towards him and hugged him, tears streaming down her face. "Hijo, we are here for you," she said in Spanish. Ethan was overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events. He had been so focused on clearing his name that he had forgotten about his parents. "What were you thinking hijo? What were you thinking?" His mother ranted. Ethan had eloped some muscles and beard and he he was looking more defined than before. It