Todos os capítulos de The CEO's Escort: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Amber gasped as Liam slumped forward and fell on top of her. The sudden impact of his body caused Amber to drop the stun gun and it rolled under the crushed diamond coffee table. Liam was heavy and for a moment, Amber was suffocated by the weight of his body.Did I kill him?She lay there on the cold marble floor and stared at the pristine white ceiling above in shock as Liam lay motionless on top of her, unmoving. She could hear her own heartbeat thumping furiously but for some reason, she could not move. She was paralysed with fear.Did I kill him? the question repeated itself over and over again in her mind. She willed herself and with all her might, she finally moved a hand up to Liam’s neck to feel for a pulse. But her hands were trembling so much she could not tell whether there was a pulse or not.Oh God, she stiffened back a sob as she tried to roll him over, but he was just too heavy. Why was he so heavy? She grun

Amber sat quietly at the back of the Wrangler wrapped in Fabian’s jacket as the jeep made its way back to the police station. She stared out the window and into the night sky just looking at the twinkling of the stars.Behind the jeep, Fabian’s Aston Martin trailed closely, never once losing sight of the jeep in front.“You could have been killed,” the detective broke the silence, turning his head over his shoulder to look at her. But Amber did not answer.The detective sighed, shaking his head and turned to face the front once more. Amber closed her weary eyes and played with the metal cuffs that restrained her hands, feeling the cold, hard metal. It was nothing like Fabian’s warm protective hand that had held onto hers earlier.“Redd? I know you didn’t do it,” Fabian had clung onto her hands desperately as he searched her eyes moments before the detective read her rights and cuffed her.“Don&r

Fabian walked to the nurse’s station and frowned, rapping his knuckles against the surface of the desk. “Fabian Williams!” A lanky young man in a janitor’s jumper shot straight up at the sight of him from a chair at the nurse’s station. He had been slouching off, ogling at the busty nurse who was also too engrossed with the man’s busy hands to notice Fabian’s arrival. “I’m here to see Anson Banks.” “Oh, but we have orders to restrict the number of visitors…” the same nurse from the day before got up from her chair, soothing her crumpled uniform. It seemed to Fabian that the man in the janitor’s jumper did more than just ogle at the nurse. But it was non of his business and Fabian was not used to taking ‘no’ for an answer, “Where’s the official notice? I don’t see any.” The man in the jumper scratched the back of his neck sheepishly and stammered, “Well..uh…Detective Grant said –“ Fabian’s eyes narrowed with disapproval as he lo

Anson Banks sat at the edge of the bed looking at a photo on his mobile. It was a selfie of both Amber and himself taken during his high school graduation. His graduation hat was lopsided and she had on a goofy grin; how happy they had been then. It was a picture worth a thousand words. “There you go,” Kirk the policeman stood back up, taking the cuffs from Anson’s ankles. “You’re a free man now.” A free man….the words danced around his mind like gipsies around a bonfire. Only the fire was too bright and too hot. He winced at the words knowing that his freedom came at a price - a price that his sister was paying for with her own freedom. Anson sighed and slipped the phone into the back pocket of his loose khaki slacks. The bandages had come off but his skin was still raw and extremely sensitive. Part of the skin on his thigh had been scraped off when he hit the asphalt in the accident and because of that, the doctor had advised him to wear loose and

The Supreme Court of Justice was hushed as everyone waited for the judge to arrive. Amber Banks sat next to her attorney with her head held high at the Counsel’s table. Her emerald green eyes stared straight at the wooden panelled walls opposite from where she sat, not making eye contact with anyone. She was dressed in an oversized orange prisoner jumpsuit which was much too big for her petite body and her normally soft and fiery red curls were tied back in a loose ponytail. Behind her, a soft glow of warm sunlight streamed into the otherwise stuffy room filled with people, highlighting the dust particles that danced and twirled in the air.To the untrained eye, Amber came off as aloof, emanating a sense of emotional detachment from her surroundings, inwardly, however, she was breaking down. None of the jury sitting behind the bulletproof glass wall could see, but beneath the wooden table where her cuffed hands lay, she was trembling. Her hands were shaking