Zena'a POV My eyes flickered open, as I realised that I was in a moving car. The rays of light that entered them made me uncomfortable. I couldn't remember much, but all I could remember was that I had seen Leonardo again.I tried to move but I felt a piercing pain in my head that pulled me back down to the car seat, and I wondered what was going on.'' This is not good'' I whispered as I tried to move again, but that was when I realised that I was held bound, and it was then the adrenaline kicked in.'' What the hell is going on? Where are you taking me to?'' I screamed at the two people in front of me.And that was when one of them turned around and it was Leonardo.I kind of felt relaxed, knowing that it was him who had me, but then I knew I shouldn't be there. I had a mission and Leonardo was throwing me off it.'' Leonardo, what is going on, why do you have me bound and did you hit me over the head,'' I yelled.'' Relax, I had to take you out of there, you were being stubborn, a
Zena's POV I blinked profusely as I struggled to keep my sleepy eyes open, the incessant blare of my alarm piercing through the haze of morning drowsiness. With a heavy groan, I reached out, blindly searching for my phone in the dim light of dawn, desperate to silence the relentless noise that shattered the tranquillity of my room. "Zena!" The sharp call of my name jolted me upright, a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins as I scanned the room for signs of danger. Yet, all I found was Kelly, my ever-energetic roommate, standing in the doorway with a mischievous grin plastered across her face. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern as I searched her expression for any hint of distress. Kelly chuckled, her amusement evident as she leaned against the door frame with casual disregard. "Oh, nothing's wrong. I just love seeing you like this," she replied, her tone laced with playful teasing. Relief flooded through me as I realized there was no
Zena's POV "Good morning, Chief. Here's your morning coffee," Ceila, one of the detectives, greeted me as she handed me a cup of coffee. "Thank you, Ceila. I've already had coffee, but there's no such thing as too much," I replied with a smile, taking the cup from her before making my way into my office. Ceila handed me my itinerary, and just as she was about to leave, I stopped her. "Ceila, is this right? Do I truly have a meeting with the mayor by 1 PM?" I inquired, studying the schedule in front of me. "Yes, you do. And by 3 PM, you also have a meeting here with the team. It's all written there," Ceila confirmed, gesturing towards the document in my hand. "Do you know what the meeting with the mayor is all about?" I asked, curiosity piqued. "I don't know, but I'm sure it's nothing serious," Ceila reassured me with a smile. "Thank you, Ceila. You can go back to work now," I dismissed her, signalling for her to leave. As Ceila exited my office, I settled into my chair and beg
Zena's POV I nervously fidgeted with my fingers, unsure of what to say to the mayor. "Zena, I'm waiting for an answer," he urged, his tone expectant. "Zena, are you okay? Is there a problem?" he inquired, concern evident in his voice. I shook my head, mustering as much confidence as I could. "Philip, there is no problem. I assure you that we are handling the case the best way we possibly can at the station," I replied. "Zena, are you sure? Because I don't want anything to tarnish the good name of my administration," the Mayor pressed. "I am sure, and I want you to be rest assured that we will handle it, that I will handle it," I answered firmly, hoping to allay his concerns. But it seemed the Mayor remained unconvinced. "Tell me, do you have any leads on who is responsible for all these kidnappings?" he asked, his gaze intense. "We have a lead, but you know very well that I cannot disclose our findings to you. Rest assured, my team is on it," I replied, choosing my words carefu
Zena's POV My heart pounded against my chest, its rhythm chaotic as I struggled to compose myself. Kelly's expectant gaze, Noah's nervous expression, and the glint of the ring in his trembling hand—every detail seemed magnified, overwhelming my senses. I tore my gaze away from Kelly's probing eyes, shifting it to Noah and then to the ring. Words danced tantalizingly on the tip of my tongue, but they refused to form coherent sentences. Noah's anxious face silently implored me to break the tense silence enveloping us. I desperately wanted to respond, to articulate the tumult of emotions raging within me, but my voice remained stubbornly trapped in my throat. I reached for the glass of wine before me, seeking solace in its familiar warmth. With a swift motion, I drained its contents in a single gulp, hoping to drown the uncertainty clawing at my insides. "Zena, for goodness' sake, say something! Don't leave my brother hanging like this," Kelly's voice pierced through the thick veil o
Zena's POV Emotions churned within me as I stood before the captured right hand of El Fuego. The sight of Mr. Lopez stirred a whirlwind of conflicting feelings, a potent concoction of relief, anticipation, and a lingering sense of apprehension. It was a victory, undeniably, to have him in our custody, yet beneath the surface lay the sobering recognition that our journey was far from over. Happiness teased at the edges of my consciousness, an unattainable shade, overshadowed by the harsh reality that success in our line of work was often fleeting, a mere respite in the ceaseless battle against crime and corruption. Ceila's inquiry pierced through the heavy atmosphere of the interrogation room, her voice a stark contrast to the silence that enveloped us. "Boss, what's the plan? How do we extract information from him now?" "It's late. Let him spend the night in holding. Tomorrow, we'll have a little chat with Mr. López here," I replied, my tone betraying none of the turmoil swirling wi
Zena's POVI was livid, my inside felt like I was in a sauna, I was burning and trust me. I tried to be civil with him, but it was true when they said that you could not bargain with a criminal.'' Answer me, Goddadmit,'' I yelled as I punched him again, but he only smirked as if he was enjoying seeing me fall apart.'' I am impressed, you do not hit like a lady,'' Manuel said and his eyes glittered with amusement.The look in his eyes disgusted me, and I didn't know when I started hitting him nonstop.'' You want it the hard way, I am going to make sure you experience it just the way you want it,'' I yelled, hitting me nonstop.I was blinded by rage that I couldn't think nor feel, it felt like the devil had its hold on me, and no matter how I tried to break free from the rage that held me bonded, I just couldn't. I have never felt like this in a long time. The last time I felt this kind of rage was towards Keith, and I never thought that I was going to feel like that again.'' Chief,
Zena's POVI looked at Ceila stunned. I couldn't believe that she was the one encouraging this.'' Ceila. Are you saying that we give into the demands of a criminal,'' I asked.'' Chief, it is the only way. We have to give something to get something,'' Ceila answered.'' He is a criminal, his demands should not be considered,'' I yelled.'' He will not talk unless he is assured that his son is safe,'' Ceila insisted as she tried to convince me.'' Yes, about that. Why didn't you tell me about the trail you placed on his son?'' I asked.'' I don't have a trail on his son,'' Ceila answered and I was confused.'' What are you saying, you said in there that you did?'' I asked.'' Come on Zena, you are a cop as well. I am surprised that you didn't know I was bluffing. I needed him to talk and making him think that his son could be arrested was the only way,'' Ceila explained.'' What is wrong with me? Why didn't I see that you were bluffing? How did you find out about his son?'' I let out