THIRD PERSON POV
The protesters outside the Montenegro building, in the halls, police stations, and even in the media, show no sign of stopping. As time goes on, the situation is getting more heated. Another news erupted after it was found out that an eighteen-year-old boy has been missing for three days.
Cedrick hurriedly descended from his office. The elevators were full, so he took the stairs. He held his cellphone and was currently talking on the phone. "Is what you're saying true?!"
"Yes," from the other line. "A woman was seen placing an envelope in the trash. She was wearing a hooded sweatshirt. She managed to disable all the CCTV cameras, but we obtained evidence from one of the CCTV cameras. In the footage, she destroyed the camera itself, unaware that it was still functioning. The CCTV footage we have is blurry, but it's still evident that it's her. Hooded sweatshirt and black pants. She placed the envelope a d
THIRD PERSON POV"Pa?!" Kalixo looked at the number he had called once more. It was the number of one of his trusted men. But? "Pa?! Dad, someone's chasing me! They're killing innocent people here. I just don't know if it's the Ferrers who are responsible because they harbor deep anger toward us—""I sent them," his father's simple statement."Dad, come on. No jokes—""Kalixoooo!!!!" Kalixo's eyes widened upon hearing Felicia's scream on the other end of the line. He could hear his father cursing and a loud slap. It seemed like his father had hit Felicia."Dad?! Dad, what's happening—""Join my men if you don't want something to happen to the woman you love."Shit! What the heck is happening?!!!"Dad?! What are you talking about?!""Join us or I'll kill Avimayor?!"
Huge commotion filled the surface of the sea. This is what Kalixo have been foreseeing, for he expected bloods to shred and flood.A man wearing all black inside the chopper, continues to pull the trigger of his weapon—and bombs continues to fly, killing every man it hits.The chopper of Montenegro's, swift to the left when another choppers went and rained them with bullets. One of his man tried to shot those people on the other chopper but on one swift move, the man was hit in his arm and fall off the chopper. His body splash to the sea water.Ferrer's are willing to do anything but not to kill the hostages. Montenegro breathe enough with disposition in which he knows his chopper won't blown off because he has Avimayor. They can never dare to threw bomb and guns with stupidity.However, his evil grin run off when their chopper shook. His composure went off, and his brea
FELICIA POVI opened my eyes, dark embraced me. Where am I?! I tried to stood but my head bumped into something."Aww!" If it didn't happened, I wouldn't know how hurt my head is. "What the hell?!"My head felt like was about to explode. I tried to touch my forehead, but to my surprise, a sticky liquid made my chest dive into horror. I remember the car accident. My hands started to tremble in fear upon seeing how the truck immediately struck our car.I spread my hands to try feeling my surroundings. When I felt a bit warm walls. What is this? I touched the ceiling. . . It opened!I pushed it upwards, however, a sound of gunshots made me crook back to my place. Is this. . . I'm inside the trashbin?!Gunshots. . .Gunshots! Why am I here? Who put me inside? What are those gunshots?! Who is?!—
FELICIA POVMy feet were throbbing in pain. I had nothing on my feet to protect them.I almost got hit by that bullet. I didn't know who fired it, but I knew it came from the ones chasing me."Hey! Don't shoot! We need her alive."In truth, how important was my life to these pursuers? What did I possess that was so valuable?"She's still alive even if she's hit in the side!"Oh no, they were relentless now. Even though I knew there was no way I could run faster, I pushed myself to keep running. My knees were trembling, but I didn't pay much attention to it. My focus was solely on escaping. Where was Kalixo? That person was another story. What should I expect from them? Why am I still holding on?I shook my head. I shouldn't be thinking about that person anymore. I knew there was a weightier reason why these people were so desperate to capture me. And why did I become their chosen trophy? Why me?My thoughts were abruptly interrupted as a black car pulled up in front of me. Without a w
FELICIA POV We arrived at what they called the Palace. It's massive compared to the mansion Kalixo has on the island.The car circled around a grand fountain. Despite the late hour, the surroundings weren't dim due to the numerous lights. Different hues of red, blue, and white danced within the fountain, creating a mesmerizing sight.We stepped out of the car... or rather, I was practically dragged out. "Ouch, what the heck!" I complained. I'm starting to lose my patience.My whole body ached, and the throbbing was intensified by the heat in my head! Calm down, Felicia, just calm down. Their time will come. Hold back for now. Endure it, for now.There's a slight chill in the air outside now. The night is getting deeper.There were numerous people surrounding the area. Looking up from below, I examined the height of the balcony, still guarded. None of them wore masks, unlike Kalixo's men, this old man, and Ferrer's. Whose men were those earlier, chasing after me? They're definitely no
FELICIA POVThe air was cold, the ground icy beneath me. My eyelids grew heavy, yet sleep remained elusive. Within the confines of the prison, I was far from alone. Many were here, not just me. All those reported missing were present. The young, the old, those my age, too."Are you Avimayor? Aren't you? I idolize you!" I saw the delight on their faces.She was a teenager, this girl. Most joined in her sentiment, a chorus of voices rising. Soft murmurs only, mindful of the guards' scrutiny."Thank goodness you're alive,""News of your sudden vanishing reached us; little did we expect to find you here,""A month later, and here we are, crossing paths,""It's astonishing,""What happened to you? You're covered in wounds and bruises. Are they hurting you?"I couldn't bring myself to speak, to explain to them. Instead of addressing their questions, I turned into the inquirer. So much I wanted to know, hoping they might hold even a scrap of insight."Have you been here long?" I inquired."S
THIRD PERSON POVNo one will ever fall asleep, especially, in this kind of situation. Kalixo's mind was full of wonders, thinking of what does Gozon was talking about. Who is he pertaining to she? He shut his eyes and laid back his head on the wall, as he murmurs. "Fuck. . ."His heart skipped a beat when suddenly his thoughts were filled with his memory with Felicia. God knows how he misses her so much that he could break the rules set upon inside this palace.However, it'll only get more complicated for him to move once the Boss held Felicia's neck. He is waiting for the right time. When will that time will be?Most of all, where is his father?He opened his eyes when he heard footsteps coming near towards his prison. He looked outside and waited for that person to arrived. He knows who might it be. After Gozon left, he knows this person will talk to him."Oh! The little Montenegro!" Boss grinned as he held his black hat off his head and put it on his chest. "What a shame you're he
THIRD PERSON POV[FLASHBACK CONTINUES]Kalixo started working for the Boss. His father never knew about this. He doesn't have any plans to tell him.In the park, wearing a casual clothes, he eats his barbeque as he observes the Avimayor. Sitting on the bench while holding a black suitcase. That suitcase contains illegal drugs that would be exchanged with a suitcase full of money.A man arrived and sat on the bench. They immediately exchange cases and then he left. The Avimayor was left on the bench. He was about to stand when suddenly his phone rang.Kalixo pushed something on his ear, an ear pierce. He put a small microphone at the back of his polo shirt's collar.[Hello, Felicia,][Brother! What time will you come home tonight?][I'm not sure, baby Cia. But I guess before 7]