Handle her case

Ciara is speechless and so is Jake. The police walk towards him and say

"You're under arrest for the kidnapping of your Son"

Ciara's heartbeat increases and she tries to speak but words don't flow.

She knew they couldn't find Jack here. But was scared he'd get caught for something else. She didn't know what to be scared of anymore. Nor expect to meet her son.

But now that Jake will be arrested, she realizes that this is what she has been scared of all her life. That Jake will someday be locked up in jail. Though not this way.

Jake silently throws his bag to the ground and extends his hands. Ciara bits her lip trying to submit to the pain of seeing Jake being taken away from her. It's almost like the past reiterating differently.

The police handcuff him and she positions Jack to look away and finally lets out a slight moan. Tears streaming her cheeks wet. Her lips trembling like a dry leaf.

He drills into her hazel orbits and whispers "I didn't do it trust me"

"You have every right to remain silent. Whatsoever you say shall be used against you in the court Justice"

He doesn't care about their words but rather draws in and kisses his son and-kisses the crown of her head.

"I'd be out soon. I promise"

They take him out and he throws daggers at Mr. James throughout his stroll to the police car.

*In Cell*

A man walks into the room Jake was kept for interrogations.

He strolls and stands in front of Jake who narrows his eyes at him.

"I'm called Agent Scott. And I'm here to ask you a few questions"

He draws a seat and settles before placing a file on the desk.

Jake looks at the file and sees pic on it. Someone he knows so well. Agent Scott points at the pic with his finger.

"Do you know this man?"

Jake looks back at him then stares away in silence. He waits and gets no response.

So he leans into his seat and crosses his legs.

"You seem very much comfortable with where you are Mr. Jake"

"We found other allegations against you which are worse than your present case"

Jake brings his gaze at Agent Scott who is smirking at his victory.

"What allegations if I may ask?"

"You'd have to answer my question first to know what I'm talking about"

"Good luck with that"

Jake looks away once more. Agent Scott smiles and pins a toothpick into his mouth.

"I'd suppose you know him. If not, it won't mind you saying a 'No'"

Jake chuckles "I'm not forced to respond to any of your questions without seeing my lawyer"

Agent Scott unwinds his legs and leans into Jakes's face.

"You seem to forget where you are young man. You're not authorized to see your lawyer. Except if permitted."

"That's bullshit," Jake says shortly piecing into his eyes.

Agent Scott exhales and stands "I'm trying to help you. If only you can see that"

Jake studies his movement "If you want to help me, get my lawyer."

Agent Scott nods and moves towards the door "Ok. If that's your choice."

"But remember you can't run away from your past that easily"

He lets out the last statement peeking at him. However, Jake doesn't seem moved. So he unwinds the knop and exits the room.

...

*Later that day*

Someone opens the door and walks in to meet Jake. Jake lits up in recognition of his lawyer.

"I traveled as soon as I heard what happened"

"What's important is you're here now. Some shit head man came to interrogate me" says with gritted teeth

"And who did he say he was?"

"Some Agent-Scott..."

His lawyer raises his brows "I know him. Hope you didn't answer any of his questions"

"He tried to persuade me to but I didn't give in"

"Good. I wish to know exactly what he asked of you"

Jake was silent

"You need to tell me, Jake"

Jake looks away and says "He brought a picture of a man I know and asked me If I know him"

"And who's this mean to you?"

Jake looks at him "He's the man I told you I ran errands for. He worked for the father of Ciara. Mr. James"

His lawyer nods "I understand why he asked you that. Well, I forgot to tell you that the man you worked for died some weeks ago. He's trying to used that to get you trapped. Well, that's not a good sign since he seems to know things about you. But that's good news because the only man you had a link to and carried a lot of dirty errands for is dead. So you won't have to worry about others tracking your past except for Mr. James. Who himself is in a higher risk"

Jake squints his eyes "Was it-a murder?"

"Of course. People like this never seem to die ordinary"

"So tell me. What do you think Mr. James is up to after this"

"It's simple. He doesn't want to eliminate me just as he did with others. He wants to silence me."

"Like trying to put you in a situation where your words won't count?"

"Exactly! And the first crash will be the case. I just don't want him nearer Ciara or my son. I want them out of that house immediately"

"That's going to take time."

Jake rests his elbows on the desk and sighs then groans "I know. I just can't help it seeing her with that beast of a father"

"What's our next step?" His lawyer askes

"Change of plan. There's this man I used to know. Mr. Leonel. He's a big-time drug dealer who runs companies worth billions of dollars each month. He's been sending spies at Ciara. I want you to follow up on his case."

"I've heard a lot of rumors about this man. He's not an easy man to attack. Money speaks for itself you know"

Jake chuckles "You shouldn't worry about that. I know a lot about him. But I won't be the one to spice everything up. I have someone set aside for that"

"Sure. I'd do what I can do."

Jake gives him a blackout smile.

...

Brithney follows the address giving to her by Leonel's wife in the note.

She had to see her parents first. After all, Damien's family is in California. So that was programmed for only God knows when.

SHerarrival es her parent's settlement and her eyes almost bulge out of their sockets at the blast mansion.

"Wow!" She exclaims

At the gate, she is stopped by a guard.

"Please how may I help you?"

"Uhh...well"

How was she supposed to start? She's not in any way related to this family. And they are super-rich.

"Miss?"

She blinks her eyes "Yes. I'm looking for Mr. and Mrs. Julian"

"Did you receive an invite?"

"No. I did not receive any invitation. But I was sent by their daughter."

The man looks surprised then askes her to come in.

They walk a very long distance to the main house and he orders to her wait in a corridor.

She does as instructed while taking time to enjoy the beauty of this fancy castle. She still doesn't believe she's standing on the ground of the house.

*Why would someone as rich as her be tortured by such a man?*

She thinks and sadness appears on her face just when the guard directs her further into the palace. It has dozens of sections.

*Do they ever get confused by the parts. I'd get missing for years if I lived here*

She strolls behind the handsome looking guard who is almost two times her age from his look.

And finally, they arrive at the main salon.

"You're welcome, woman." An elegant woman in her forty's greeted her.

Her heart skips at the sound of her voice. It's so generous and very audible.

"Thank you, ma'am"

"You can excuse us" She plainly says to the guard and he exists.

"I was told you were sent by my daughter?"

"Yes ma'am" she responded

"You can have a seat" she gestures to an empty chair made of gold.

She looks at it in awe for a sec then sits. He breaths out at the feeling of its touch on her butt and the scent she is engulfed with.

"What should we offer you? Fruit juice? Tea?"

"I'm good with fruit juice"

Mrs. Julian smiles "Certainly"

Someone walks in at once with a tray containing a Jar of fruit juice and two glasses.

She is about asking how her servant knew they needed it when Mrs. Julian says

"After my guard told me about you, I ordered this"

Brithney just smiles "That's very generous of you. I appreciate."

"So tell me, what proves me you were sent by daughter"

Brithney blinks her eyes and says "She got married to Mr. Leonel whom I work for as his personal Secretary"

Mrs. Julian raises her brows "Thanks. I'd take it from here"

The maid leaves and Mrs. Julian hands a glass of mango-strawberry juice to Brithney while she lifts hers and brings it to her head.

They sip their drink concurrently and Brithney continues

"I am enslaved to work for Mr. Leonel because of his dad's will concerning a contract he had with my parents. Which I'm not certain is true. So I went the extra mile in stupidly thinking he'd keep his dad's will in his house. However, from there I discovered he had a wife and kids. But there was a problem. I couldn't talk with her because she was always locked up"

Her mom frowns "What do you mean locked up?"

To be continued...