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๐Œ๐š๐Ÿ๐ข๐š'๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌยฐยฐยฐยฐ

Breanna remained motionless and focused for a few seconds before lowering her binoculars, jaw set.

โ€œPatch it through,โ€ she croaked. He did and she collected the mobile.

โ€œYes,โ€she answered, eyes now peeking through her binoculars.

โ€œWhat?โ€”Thatโ€™s not possibleโ€ฆ Hold on, Iโ€™ll get back to you.โ€

She drew her gun and screamed out of the Van into the crowd.

At that same time, Antonio skimmed through the people and successfully got an ice-cream.

โ€œYou sure you don't wish for someโ€, he asked Nevena as he made to pay.

โ€œNoโ€” thanks" she replied, rummaging through her purse. It was already late noon, and she needed to go.

โ€œAre you traveling?โ€ He inquired, spotting her passport.

She looked up from her purse and damn, Junior's face already dropped. โ€œYes โ€” I'm going back.โ€

โ€œOhโ€ His throat croaked, but deep down he was unbothered.

โ€œBefore anything Mr Hunt โ€” I need to talk to youโ€

He looked up from the cone he was licking and scrutinized her demeanor, โ€œWon't you guys be late for your flightsโ€

"Noโ€

โ€œOkay. Letโ€™s get out of here first,โ€ he muttered, anchoring them forward.

Grinch saw them approaching and started the engine.

Everyone got in, ready to go.

โ€œMy bag?โ€

Junior raised a brow. Nevena darted her eyes around the seat and behind him.

โ€œDid you bring it with you?โ€ she asked.

โ€œYes,โ€ his little eyes crinkled with a mix of wonder and tears. "But I gave errmโ€ฆ I gave it to Mr Antonio when we were heading out of the hallโ€

โ€œHoly sh*tโ€ Antonio cussed, raking a hand through his hair.

Grinch understood the frustration in that tone. He turned slightly toward Junior in the back seat.

โ€œIs it possible to buy a new one on the way? Weโ€™re kind of in a hurryโ€

โ€œNo!โ€ the little boy sulked, tears already brimming. โ€œEverythingโ€™s in there โ€” my action figures, comics, notebook, crayonsโ€”โ€

โ€œIโ€™ll get it,โ€ Antonio chimed in before he could list everything. โ€œJust stop sulking. Iโ€™ll get it.โ€

โ€œLet me come withโ€ Nevena inferred but he turned her down.

โ€œNo. Just sit right there with him. I know the last place I left itโ€

He dashed out โ€” back to the ice-cream truck, and it was still there, hanging loosely on a hook.

He grabbed it and pivoted, โ€”but a steel nozzle pressed against his waist beneath his coat.

Then came the familiar sound in their world.

Click. Gun.

โ€œBreanna Stewart,โ€ he hummed with a smug grin.

โ€œI know I donโ€™t move the pieces, but permit me to sayโ€”youโ€™re out of cards. Game over,โ€ Breanna hummed back.

โ€œToo slow, detective.โ€ He exhaled once, slow and measured, before facing her fully. โ€œI kept my own part of the deal. The job is done.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t make this harder than it is,โ€ she warned, jaw clenched, fury smoldering in her eyes. โ€œIโ€™m not alone.โ€

โ€œI know,โ€ Antonio murmured, eyes narrowing. โ€œBut weโ€™re both professionals. Letโ€™s keep this tidy before others come.โ€

Breanna shot him a murderous glare.

Instead of countering him further with replies, she raised her radio and barked in commands.

โ€œDetective Stewart here. All units, close in. I have a suspect at gunpointโ€”north of the ice-cream truck.โ€

โ€œYes, maโ€™am,โ€ came the crackling responses.

Antonio allowed a small, humorless smile, one that didnโ€™t reach his eyes. โ€œStill the same Cabezona {stubborn girl}?โ€

The name scraped through old memories.

โ€œDonโ€™t you dare start that again,โ€ she shot back. โ€œYou lost the right to call me that years ago.โ€

โ€œI never intended to,โ€ he said, voice low. โ€œI was just... thrilled.โ€ He tilted his head, clutching Juniorโ€™s bag tightly.

โ€œBut on a serious note โ€” this arrest is baseless.โ€

โ€œHands behind your headโ€”or Iโ€™ll be forced to shoot,โ€ Breanna ordered, every syllable a threat and order she aims to enforce.

He raised a brow, amusedโ€”as if it were all still theater.

But then clicks came from every corner.

He obeyed, dropped the bag and raised his hands in a surrender he never intended.

โ€œConfiscate his phone and drag him along,โ€ the command came in. Blunt.

Attention was turning toward them now, the crowd parting.

โ€œAt least I deserve to know why Iโ€™m being arrested,โ€ Antonio grunted, questioning the arrest.

Breanna stepped closer. โ€œBlade Knuckles committed a murder here, and since youโ€™re not on the guest listโ€”youโ€™re a suspect. Allegedly.โ€

โ€œOh, fuckโ€ He cussed imperceptibly. โ€œThat means I still got my trump cardโ€

โ€œTake him away,โ€ she barked.

โ€œWhatโ€™s happening?โ€ Nevenaโ€™s misty voice came as she stepped into the chaos with Junior in tow.

โ€œThe twist in the story,โ€ Antonio said faintly, a ghost of a smile crossing his lips.

โ€œMr. Huntโ€”why is the policeโ€”?โ€

He pulled her in suddenly and slammed his lips against hers.

Tsk..tsk.

Breanna tore her gaze away in disgust. โ€œWhat new drama is this?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m a parent here,โ€ Antonio murmured softly, arm still around Nevena. โ€œSo I have every right to be here. Meet my wife and son.โ€

Breanna trailed her gaze from Nevena to the child hiding behind her gownโ€”

Junior!.

โ€œPinche mentiroso pathetic.{Fucking pathetic liar}.โ€ An imperceptible hiss escaped her clenched jaw.

Sophiaโ€™s snicker came quickly. โ€œHow about a DNA test with your son?โ€

Antonio chuckled, the sound rich and mischievous. โ€œYou donโ€™t believe me? Nina, pleaseโ€”tell them.โ€

With nervous breaths, Nevena faced them off.

โ€œYes. Weโ€™ve been married for seven years... and we have a sonโ€”Junior.โ€

Breanna tilted her head sideways, then beckoned to the boy with a hand motion.

โ€œJunior, come here.โ€

He peeled away from Nevenaโ€™s gown and walked to Breanna, looping his hand around her thigh.

โ€œJunior?โ€ Nevena called softly, but he only looked back at her with glassy eyes. No answer or movement.

โ€œArrest her,โ€ Breanna snapped. โ€œFile her case on the charges of Abduction, Impersonationโ€”and donโ€™t forget, she's also an accomplice.โ€

###

Grinch lifted his phone and placed it to his ear, eyes trailing the police van as it veered off with Antonio.

โ€œPreparen su team. Blade estรก en ruta a la estaciรณn de policรญa โ€” no deberรญan llegar ahรญ.โ€

{Get your team ready. Blade is en route to the police station โ€” they shouldnโ€™t reach there.}

He dropped the call and stepped on the pedal, following closely.

Meanwhile, inside the van, Nevena sat pressed against the metal wall, her hands cuffed together.

Across from her was Antonio โ€” only one wrist cuffed to the vertical pole bolted beside the bench.

Her panic-laden eyes lifted to him, searching for reassurance, but his maddening calmness was a stark contrast.

He looked as though he were simply riding home from work โ€” not under arrest.

As she tried to initiate a conversation, the words snagged in her throat.

Then she heard it โ€” the rumble of engines overtaking them. Suddenly, their vanโ€™s engine growled, rolling into a stop.

She snapped her gaze to the window separating them from the driverโ€™s seat. Fear. โ€œGod โ€”I donโ€™t want to go to jail.โ€

The officers up front got off and exchanged quick words with who or whatever stopped them โ€” their voices sharp and tense in the native tongue.

The barrage went on for two long unsettling minutes, doors slammed โ€” curses flew, then silence.

Her heartbeat hammered in her ears while she recited her psalm but He only leaned back. Waiting

Then, just when she thought it was over โ€” the lock clicked.

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