"What the fuck are you talking about Jameson? Cause I hear Colton's name here. Jameson was taken aback as soon as he saw Manchi, but he refrained from displaying it. Oh how he hated the devil. "Hello Manchi. What brings you here? And how did you get in?" Fred asked and eased Jameson. "I'm here on some business that doesn't concern you Fred." Manchi spoke rudely. "I just arrived and we were about to have some proper conversations when you ruined it boss" Jameson spoke up boldly. Fred must have given him a measure of confidence. "Ruined it eh?" Manchi spoke and stared rapidly at Fred and Jameson, then he nodded in belief. "Keep your head outta mess. Cause you'll be flogged." Manchi ordered Jameson. "Thanks for sticking around for a bit Manchi, but I'm gonna have to ask you to leave now. Jameson here will let you know when he needs anything." Fred defended Jameson again. "Hey, watch it Fred, I'm gonna…" Before he could leap onto yet another word, two securi
Tears kept rolling down Amanda's beautifully rounded cheeks. She felt like her world had come to an end. Her father's death was like a thorn, a deep thorn in her flesh. Deep deep. She was still trying to cope with her mother's death. What tormented her the most was that she was never close to her father. She never abode to her father's will for her. She was busy working and working, trying to escape the pain from her mother's death. The only thing her father had ever asked for was for her to accept a marriage proposal from the Blake's family. Amanda began to consider her father's wish. Getting married to Colton wasn't that bad anyway. Yes, Colton did break her heart so bad, but there's always space for one more. Amanda didn't want to think about Ethan one bit. What he did was extreme. She hated herself for being fooled. Even if she did marry Colton, she would not give him all her heart. Never again. As all these thoughts ravaged her mind, she wished she
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