Mason howled in pain before staggering back and cupping the part where Cage had hit with one hand. Seeing the cast on the other hand made him even more enraged because it was clear that the bastard was trying to lie that he had had shot. He remembered the fake blood pill that Mason had shown him while pointing a gun at him. The way he made it burst with a childlike excitement and laugh, it was all there in his mind, reminding him of what the bastard did and what he deserved to go through. Before the officers could intervene, he steadied himself and delivered a sharp kick to his other arm which was on a cast. "Aargh!!" Mason screamed. "My arm, my arm!"Cage didn't stop there, he went full circle and jumped on him before delivering punches on his face. The brief scuffle was immediately stopped when some police officers separated them. Rochelle was too scared to speak but she knew she had to support her husband. She ran to Mason who was on the floor, whimpering about his arm and knelt
Mason was locked up as soon as they got to the station. The next day, he was led to the interrogation room where the detective was already waiting for him. The recorder under the table was pressed as soon as he was made to sit across from the detective and the recording began. The only source of light was the flickering overhead bulb which was intended to scare the person who was being interrogated. Mason looked so calm now, and it was very clear from the way he kept blinking that he had just woken up from sleep. The look on his face instantly went back to grave as the detective folded his arms in his chest and observed him for a while before the interrogation took off. "Let's cut the chase, Mason. We know you had a hand in Chloe's disappearance and Cage's shooting. Care to explain why you did it?" He asked. Mason's eyes narrowed slightly at the accusation even though he maintained his composure. The detective seemed too sure for somebody who didn't have proof. He replied. "Dete
The detective tapped his fingers against the wall as he moved towards the interrogation room. He was with Cage who had requested to speak to him. They both kept hoping that in one way or the other, he would confess his sins but the man was very stubborn. Cage was anxious as he walked alongside the detective, this was because every day he spent without Chloe made him so nervous and worried. He knew she was out there somewhere, and he had to find her no matter what the situation was. They walked past the bustling activity as officers walked around them and soon walked to the room where Mason was already waiting for them. Spotting him sitting calmly in the interrogation room through the glass window, Cage clenched his jaw. Every time he saw Mason, he got so angry instantly. The man had caused him so much pain that he couldn't imagine how he wasn't dead yet. Mason should have been long executed, he thought. But somehow he was still a free man because there wasn't a hundred percent pro
The next day, Mason was brought back to the interrogation room for last interrogations before being set free. The detective didn't waste any time and asked if he had anything else to say. "All I want to say..." He replied. "Is that I wasn't the one who did this. I will insist that I did not have a hand in what happened to Chloe. How aren't we sure Cage just wanted me to suffer. What if he actually has her captive. You never know." He said, amusing the detective who couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "You're free. You may have won this time. But mark my words, I'll make sure I find out the secret you're hiding." Mason's smile didn't leave his face. His eyes gleaming with a kind of cold amusement as he looked at the detective with a thinly veiled contempt. "Do you have anything against me? Something personal?" He asked. "Of course I don't. But I have problems with criminals, hard criminals that look so innocent but are devils deep down." Mason replied again. "What amuses me is t
After seeing Chloe's father, Mason and Rochelle returned home with a spring in their step and a glint of triumph in their eyes. It was night already. They were both exhilarated as they walked through the door. Mason couldn't help but laugh as soon as he collapsed on the couch. He was more than happy with what was happening right now. The fact that they had been able to turn Cage against his future father-in-law was the plan when he had phoned the man to make peace between them. He knew how Cage would react, and he was happy that his reaction was able to annoy the man who was already fed up with him. From the look of things, he was going to disown Cage as soon as Chloe was found, and he wasn't going to be worried about it. What mattered was that Cage was gone, and never returned to their family again. There wasn't a better way to end the day than like this. Rochelle grabbed a cup of water from the table and quickly chugged it down before carelessly kicked off her heels. Mason was mo
After the police car disappeared, and the headlights faded into the darkness, Mason smiled. He could see the way the dejected officer returned to his car. They had no idea that he wasn't far away from them. He had been able to hide the car in thick vegetation, but from a small patch, he could see them. He grinned as soon as they were gone. Nothing felt better than victory. He felt a rush of adrenaline as he revelled in the satisfaction. With a mocking laugh, he stepped out of his car and started to survey his surroundings once again. He wanted to make sure that there wasn't anybody hanging around. Even though the officers were gone, he reasoned that there could still be one of them hanging around the area. His eyes glinted with a predatory gleam as he relished the thrill of the chase. He slowly walked out of the vegetation and looked around. He went to the spot where the car had just been and slowly walked out of the bend. He was happy to find that there was nothing there, nothing
Cage got another call that day and this time it was from Chloe's grandad. He hoped that it wasn't for any peace talks because if it was, he would walk out of the room before any kind of peace talks even began.He wasn't ready to face Mason or Rochelle again. Arriving at the mansion, he looked around for any parked cars, but the only car in sight was that of the old man. He felt a bit better seeing that. A security guard walked him to the living room where the man was waiting. He had accepted the invitation primarily because the man was the only person who listened to Chloe. He treated Chloe like a father would treat his daughter and loved her while others treated her like some kind of outcast or slave. "Thank you for coming." The old man said and shook his outstretched hand. The man, as usual, was very warm and welcomed him. As soon as pleasantries were exchanged, they began to talk about why he had asked Cage to come in the first place. "I got a report yesterday, from Chloe's fath
The next morning, he arrived at the dilapidated bungalow on Oak Street. Stepping out of the car, the first thing he spotted was Mason's car which was parked on the other side of the street. His heart was heavy with apprehension as he turned and walked towards the Coffee shop opposite the Oak House. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. He was instantly hit with the soothing smell of coffee. He was about to look around for Mason when he heard someone click their fingers in the distance. He instantly turned his head in the direction and saw Mason seated at a far corner of the room. He was putting on black glasses and a leather jacket. He glanced at his watch, it had just hit nine. Getting to the table, he lowered himself onto the seat, finding it hard to control his feelings. He still wanted to lash out at Mason but there was nothing he could do now. "Would you like some coff-" He was barely done when Cage raised his hand and cut him off. "I don't want any of your stupid tal