In an hour Brooklyn was ready in a sleek navy blue pencil skirt and a soft white matching top. She picked up a matching navy blue blazer to go with it and stared at her reflection in the mirror. With her hair fixed up in a ponytail, she looked just like those glamorous models in the fashion magazines. She walked out of her room and placed the blazer over a chair, walking into the kitchen to serve the breakfast that she had made. It wasn’t anything special, just ham and egg sandwiches and assorted berry salad. She didn’t have much time to prepare anything elaborate as Nikolas had just given her just about an hour to get ready. Nikolas walked into the kitchen and froze seeing her creamy legs exposed from the skirt that hugged her hips so well, making her look curvier, se*ier. He cleared his throat and walked up to Brooklyn, standing close behind her and watching her serve the food onto two

Nikolas saw her sitting in her room with her back towards the door, typing the email on her mobile.  He was about to talk to her when his gaze fell upon her feet. They were red, swollen, and wrapped up in bandages. His eyes widened with concern. What could have happened to her feet? He strode into the room and stood by her bed. Before she could react to his presence he just picked up her foot to inspect.“S-sir, Mr. Ardolf, what are you doing?” She said, looking startled out of her wits. She tried to free her foot from his hold but he didn’t let go. “How did you get injured, Brooklyn?” he asked, his eyes dark with concern. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’ll be fine,” she said, trying to set her foot free. 

“I’ve sent the footage to my men and they’re hunting for these three. We need to nab them as fast as possible to prevent Davis from getting hurt or maybe killed. We’re still at a loss about the motive behind this abduction. Davis led a pretty simple and hard life, always keeping to himself. His track record is good so he shouldn’t be having any enemies,” said the officer. His words got Nikolas thinking. Was Brandon kidnapped by his business rivals for the payment that he was carrying? However, he refrained from informing the officer lest he confiscated the money since it was actually an underhanded deal. “If the men have brought him to Woodburn, they could be knowing the local goons here. The best way to nab them would be to offer a handsome tip to a local goon and convince him to sell us information regarding the kidnappers,” suggested Nikolas.

It was already 9 o’clock in the night when they reached Lents, a neighborhood of Portland where Freddie Miller owned a house where they usually stored their illegal drugs. Jeremy had mentioned that he sometimes hid his prisoners here as well. They cautiously approached the two-storied house with a huge unkempt backyard, full of trees and creepers growing wildly that made it look more like a jungle. Without alerting anyone, officer Thompson of the Portland Police Department led his team inside the property. They spread out all over, covering the entire property so that no one could escape. Nikolas stayed back at a distance while they forcefully broke open the front door. A series of gun firing erupted from inside making them take shelter. Suddenly there was chaos everywhere as several policemen at the back door were shot brutally and before they could take any action, the criminals jumped into a car and sped away. A police car trailed it while th

Nikolas couldn’t believe his ears. Did she really ask him to stay just like she had asked her dream man in her sleepy state? He was too confused, not knowing what to make of it anymore. His phone buzzed with an incoming call from officer Warner. He walked into the room, ushering Brooklyn too, and closed the door after them. “Yes, officer Warner, tell me. Any news of Freddie Miller?” he asked with a tense expression on his face. Brooklyn stared at him with fear in her eyes. “Good morning, Mr. Ardolf. We have arrested Freddie Miller and some of his men as they were entering Washington through I-5 N. Three of our officers have been injured in the combat, but nothing serious so far,” he informed, making Brooklyn gasp with horror. “Good job, officer. That's very good