Patrick sat in silence for a long while after Reginald had left. "How on earth does that pig know about Andrew's disappearance?" Patrick asked himself as he slowly arose from his chair, his mind deep in thought. He knew that Reginald worked closely with Alec and Alec himself had told Patrick that he had no idea where Andrew was but might have an idea of who had taken him but had refused to disclose who had actually taken Andrew. And now Reginald was here, willing to help him. Patrick looked back up to the door. He quickly rushed toward and opened it, stepping out to the hallway as his eyes scanned the whole area for Reginald—he was already gone. Patrick wanted to run after Reginald but it seemed like Reginald had been gone for hours now and there was no need to go down to look for him. But Patrick still had the feeling that Reginald was still around the premises. He walked into his office and shut the door behind him, making his way to the window. He pulled down the blinds and p
"Lisa please I have somewhere urgent to be, I do not have the time for this." Andrew let out. "Andrew, why are you doing this to me?""What are you talking about?!" His face twisted into a scowl, "what am I doing to you.""I haven't recovered from your kidnap yet and now you want to leave me again." Lisa was almost on the verge of tears as she spoke. Andrew let a huge sigh for the umpteenth time and went closer to her, cupping her cheeks with both hands. "Listen to me, babe. I promise that I'm never going to leave you ever again. Not now, not ever." Andrew promised, locking his gaze on her as he spoke. "What if.... what if the people who had kidnapped you before are hanging around waiting to kidnap you again?""No one is going to kidnap me okay, I'm going to try as much as possible not to get kidnapped okay?" He assured her. "I'm not a child, Andrew, so don't feed me that," Lisa said with an aggravated tone as she pulled Andrew's hands gently off her cheeks. Her face held a worri
Andrew swiped his palm in Lisa's face to be sure that Lisa was fast asleep. When he was sure that she had fallen asleep already, he gently removed her head from his body and kept her on the bed. His moves were calculated because he didn't want Lisa to wake up. When he had kept her on the bed, he stared at her face again, and a smile played on his face. "I'll be back soon sweetie." He whispered to her and brushed his thumbs across her cheeks and stood up from the bed. But he halted as he heard the squeaky noise that the bed was making. "When did this bed start squeaking?" He asked himself as he looked down at the bed as if it was going to reply to him. He couldn't come down from the bed if the bed continued to make a squeaking noise at his every move. And why had he not noticed it when he was lifting Lisa's body off him? Maybe it was all in his head. He thought and wondered at the same time how he was going to get off the bed without waking Lisa in any way. "Why hadn't I thought o
Dora couldn't hide her excitement as they got to the ice cream shop. Andrew carefully parked in front of the shop in a spot where he would not obstruct anybody. "Daddy, Daddy, let's go get the ice cream!" Dora said excitedly, bobbing up and down in the back seat. "Yes, that is where we are headed right now." Andrew giggled at his daughter's excitement and got out of the car. He went to the back, took off the seatbelt from his daughter, and helped her out of the car. "Hurry Daddy, let's go get some ice cream!" Dora urged on as she dragged her father inside the building. "Slow down, Dora," Andrew said. Dora was pulling at his hand, dragging him into the shop but all her might. When they got into the shop, Andrew made his daughter order ice cream for herself. She chose a great spot in the shop and ate away at her ice cream. Andrew kept staring at his watch as Dora ate. The way he on his wrist could help him control his powers and also substituted as a normal watch for him so he co
Diego's journey back to his hideout was swift and smooth. He hadn't thought that he would have been able to get back home without any hassles after all the trouble that he had caused in the past few months. When he got back, Emilia was ready to welcome him but he didn't like what he saw when she stepped into the light to hug him. "Emilia, my darling, what in the world happened to you?" He asked as a scowl settled on his face. "Oh my face?" Emilia said, pretending like she was superised herself to see the briuses on her face. "I just fell into a ditch that's all!" She lied, w weak smile creeping into the corners of her lips. "You fell into a ditch?" Diego repeated, still observing her very closely. Diego could tell that she was lying. He was used to her lies already and ibly had to press on to get the truth out of her. He knew that whenever Emilia lied, it was either to protect herself or to protect someone else. It was obvious that the injury on Emilia's face was not as a result
Both men were ordered to be taken and locked inside the dungeon. The dungeon was still locked but they had managed to break the lock open and replace it with a new lock. "Sorry about this guys, but we hope that you don't die after Diego is done with you." The friends of the men said to them as they were being thrown into the dungeon and locked up like prisoners. "Darn it, Ethan, what the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?""We? You are on your own you dumb fool, you got us into this and now you have to figure out how to get us out of this mess!!" The other man bellowed at him."What are you yelling at me for Ethan?" The other man let out, his face creasing into a frown. "You misplaced the fucking keys to the dungeon and you let that stupid man escape from here!!""You know it wasn't my fault, Ethan, you were there when I woke up and couldn't find the keys anymore, I thought it must have been Emilia who took it but it wasn't her this time......""Hold it there!" Ethan said to the o
Patrick closed the files in front of him and got up from the chair as he rushed into the toilet to ease himself. He adjusted the head of his belt when he got out of the toilet. He rushed towards the table and opened his briefcase before he took Reginald's personal file and placed it inside. "Is it necessary to take the file home, I only need his phone number." Patrick contemplated for a moment before he took the file back out and searched for Reginald's phone number. He took out his phone and copied the number into his phone before he kept his phone back on the table. He closed his suitcase and headed for the door—he was done for the day at the office already. He would Inform the secretary on his way out of the office to get the files that she had brought in and take them back to her office. "Hmm, hmm, I don't think that's a good idea." Patrick stopped to think. He couldn't afford to let anyone—not even the secretary have easy access to his office, which could be detrimental to h
Days felt like months and minutes; like hours in the dungeon that Ethan and Mike had been kept in. It seemed as if Diego had forgotten them in the dungeon, the day of reckoning lingering in the air like a plague. Ethan got up tiredly from the floor and did a little starch before he made his way to the gates and back. The hope that he had of escaping was hanging by a little thread. He had no idea when Diego was going to strike—as days went by, it seemed Diego was eventually going to have mercy on them but Ethan knew that was not the case. Diego was unpredictable but this case was an exemption. Ethan desperately wanted to know what Diego was up to. Could Diego be giving them time to escape? Ethan knew that was not the case. What if they would eventually escape and instead of sprinting Into freedom they were concocting more perils for themselves? "Why are you getting yourselves all worked up for?" Mike's voice boomed from behind Ethan, causing him to shut his eyes tightly and pinch