Chapter Three

Chapter three

Mysterious Savior:

“Here's your drink, Mr. Davidson.” The housekeeper said as she handed a glass of juice to me.

I hummed, gesturing for her to leave the room.

She turned and exited the room. I remained at the edge of the bed, swirling the glass in my hand gently before bringing it to my lips to take a small sip.

Letting out a sigh, I pulled my phone out of my pocket. As I scrolled through social media, my eyes scanned through alarming news.

‘Mr. Vinny’s Wife, Mikaela Abrams/Mikaela Vinny, has been locked up due to accusations of the murder of Mr. Vinny's Mother'

My eyes widened.

Mikaela Abrams?

There was only one Mikaela Abrams I knew, and it was the one who fell in love with Ethan Vinny. The only Ethan Vinny I knew was the man who stole Mikaela Abrams from me.

The dots were connecting.

It's been four years since I had set my eyes on Mikaela, the one and only lady I have fallen in love with for such a long time.

There was a difference between infatuation, lust and love. And I could tell I was genuinely in love with Mikaela. Even while I was forced to date my ex, Veronica, I still had Mikaela on my mind. Always.

She wasn't in my heart, she was a piece of my heart.

I got to know she left her family behind for that man, Ethan Vinny. She definitely deserved better than him.

What could possibly hurt more than seeing who you love fall in love with someone else?

It ached my heart and it took forever to heal, but I eventually convinced myself that as long as it made her happy, she could do whatever she wanted, though I wanted her to be mine.

She had blocked me on socials, but I didn't stop reaching out to her even when I knew it was futile. I didn't stop craving her. I didn't stop loving her. I didn't stop wanting her.

It all began as love at first sight in highschool.

And although she had rejected me several times in the most polite ways possible, I never stopped loving her.

My father had assured me that he would discuss with her father about my feelings for Mikaela, but none of those worked out.

She didn't see me as a bad guy. In fact, she saw me as a great guy. A perfect man. But not just for her. She was nice and polite, while I was nothing different as well.

To me, that would make the best couple.

Mikaela, on the other hand, assumed the relationship would be plain with no quality time when both individuals were too modest and boring.

She wanted a partner who would be funny and goofy sometimes. But I couldn't perform that task. I was afraid of trying too hard to be her kind of guy, and end up losing myself. That wasn't the kind of guy I naturally am.

To her, we were just great as friends, but not partners.

No matter what, my heart wouldn't just listen anyway.

I never expected to see this news in front of me.

Murder?

Unless there was another Mikaela Abrams I didn't know about.

Mikaela would never do such a thing. I could bet my life on it that it was a false accusation.

Quickly, I clicked on the news to read every single detail, including where she was locked up for murder.

I grabbed my keys, making my way to the garage immediately. In no time, I arrived there and stepped into the building.

The place looked familiar, only because the OIC(Officer-in-charge) was a good friend of mine.

I met a front desk officer, and she welcomed me with a wide grin.

“How many I assist you?” She demanded.

“I'm here to see someone.” I responded.

“Is he or she locked up, or a worker?”.

“Locked up, from false accusations, I must say.”

“Alright. What's your name? And the suspect’s name?”

“I'm Kevin Davidson. She's Mikaela Abrams, also known as Mikaela Vinny.”

Her eyes swept across me for a while before she looked back at my face.

“Alright. Are you aware of what she was locked up for?”

I sighed, throwing my face away.

“You know what? Tell the Officer-in-charge that Kevin is here to see him.” I retorted.

Her eyes twitched, disgust lingering on her face for a second.

She pulled out a telephone from under the counter, bringing it to her ear.

“Sir, a man is here to see you. He says he's Kevin Davidson.”

She nodded to whatever the OIC said from the other end of the phone call before stretching the telephone to me. “He wants to hear from you.”

I took it from her. “Eric.” I uttered.

“Kevin. Why are you at the station today?”

“I came to see someone your station locked up, and she needs to leave today.”

“Who?”

“Mikaela Abrams.”

“Oh. I'm sorry, but she was accused of murder which is a serious case.”

“Maybe question the others who were involved as well. Why can others be free and she can't? It's either you lock others up as well, including Ethan Vinny himself since he's also somehow involved, or let Mikaela go like the others” I retorted.

He sighed, and silence took over for a few seconds. “Fine. Fine. You have a point. She can be free, but I'll involve the higher ranked government men as well, and if they want her locked up again, you should know my hands are tied. For now, you can bail her out.”

“Thank you.”

I passed the phone back to the lady, and he spoke with her for a few minutes.

After the call, she asked me some questions and gave me directions to the particular prison where Mikaela was.

As I approached the room, I could hear a distant female’s scream that made my stomach twist.

Drawing closer and closer, it dawned more on me that the screams could be Mikaela's.

I took in a sharp breath, following the scream to where I met some men at the entrance of a cell. And the front desk officer had described it to be Mikaela's cell.

One of them stepped closer, hindering me from going in.

“Who are you?” He spat.

My eyes darted away from his face, catching a glimpse of a lady inside the cell being pulled up harshly by a man.

Mikaela.

Rage brewed inside me immediately.

“I'm talking to you!” He spat, grabbing my arm.

“I know what you want.” I whispered, jerking his hand off me. I then pulled a hundred dollar note from my pocket and slipped it into his palm.

He smirked, backing off.

Watching the horror that unfolded before my eyes, I approached the gate with my nails sinking deeply into my palm.

The man stood before Mikaela, grabbing her hair as he balled his fist, ready to swing.

“If you touch her, I'll destroy the career you built your entire life.” My voice echoed, and then I remained frozen, holding myself back from doing something reckless.

I noticed him halt for a split second, but the jerk tightened his grasp on her hair and slammed his fist on her head.

Suddenly, I felt something I had never felt before. I couldn't tell if there was a word for the overwhelming feeling. It was stinging and oppressive, like a voice tempting one to pull off something illegal.

A soft whimper tore from Mikaela's lips as her body hit the ground.

My eyes widened.

My woman! My Mikaela!!

I inhaled greedily feeding my rage with as much oxygen as it required.

“Take your hands off my woman.” I barked, my voice filled with venom.