บททั้งหมดของ BRINKS: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

| Chapter Thirty |

Louisa's POV:“I’m so sorry I didn’t contact you earlier like the Guvnor wanted…” I glanced behind me, paranoid, even though I was behind a closed—and now locked—door. “I’ll move first. However, any attack whatsoever mustn’t kill that wench.”Jacob laughed through the phone. “Oh? And what if it does?”“That’s not my instruction,” I replied hoarsely, annoyance creeping in. “You might want to be careful not to take beef with the Guvnor.”“You know…” he coughed lightly, “you fear Rafael too much. It’s become disgusting.”My eyes lifted to the mirror. I didn’t look pathetic. I looked determined.“I respect him. I don’t fear him,” I said. “And besides—if you were in my shoes, indebted and dependent on him, you’d do the same.”“Trust me, Louisa—when I say that I… would… never lick his ass as much as you do.” He laughed again. “I understand you though. Don’t be offended.”I didn’t respond.I stayed quiet.I didn’t want to talk back while feeling this insulted.He hung up while I was still pr

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| Chapter Thirty–One |

CALIFORNIA BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, SF – (CBI)Amaya’s POV:Phones rang unanswered in the background. Distant chattering of men at the break room corner. The office was busy as always but these were busy days with nothing really much to do which was exhausting everybody. Open-plan bullpen with 15–30 desks, some empty, some cluttered with files/coffee cups. File cabinets stacked high.TVs were running news feeds.People coming and going, rookie officers dropping off reports, families waiting in reception).I walked out of Captain Haynes’ office and passed someone in a cubicle cursing at a jammed printer, another typing reports....Being a cop—or a detective—is very difficult. Not because you get to enforce law and order, arrest people, and deliver justice. Being a cop is hard because your life and your entire life’s effort are in the hands of the real heads behind the law. Not the president, not the mayor, not the fucking chiefs, not even the people—but the real ones who run towns. Mo

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| Chapter Thirty—Two |

SAME NIGHTWriter’s POV:The bedroom smelled faintly of motor oil and fresh-cut grass—Jace Duncan’s scent after a day in the estate gardens. He stood in front of the narrow wardrobe mirror, putting on a yellow vest. The fabric caught briefly on his ruffled dark hair. Across the room, Preston watched from the doorway—shirt already half-unbuttoned, suit jacket draped over one arm like a shed skin.“Jace?” Preston’s voice was low, almost casual. Almost.Jace glanced over his shoulder, hawk-sharp eyes catching the light. “Mmh?” He turned fully—average height, but solid, coiled. Nothing like Preston’s looming presence.Preston stepped inside, letting the door ease shut behind him. “How long have you known Ani?”Jace smiled—slow, easy, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Anika and I go way back.” He pulled the vest straight. “Ani... she...” he looked away from Preston in suspense, “She was the love of my life. The love I hid my feelings for…” He finally met Preston’s gaze,

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| Chapter Thirty—Three |

Writer's POV:Amaya's voice hastily added, “There’s progress on the case. A woman—her name is—”“I don’t give a fuck whatever her name is right now... Tell me what the progress is!”Amaya swallowed the sting. “Her husband seems to have been one of those who abducted Wade McCoy.”“Yes, Ma’am,” Josan added quickly. “A Julius Greenwood.”Diana’s eyes widened as she turned fully to face them. “You found one of the men…” she paused, shock, surprise that the cops actually found something out, anger... forming on her face, “...That took my lovely son?”“Exactly,” Amaya said.Josan cut in, “Not that we’ve found him though—”Amaya’s sharp glance silenced him. She wanted to give Diana hope, and keep her satisfied with her effort even if it's for a little while. She wanted her calm—even if it meant letting the hope feel a little false.“Then what are you telling me?” Diana’s brows furrowed at their exchanged glances.Josan handed her a thin stack of papers. “The man in the documents you’re holdin

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| Chapter Thirty—Four |

“Obey daddy, baby.” He laughed under his breath. Suddenly a big banner displayed on the welcome screen, screaming access denial. “Fuck!” he yelled in the soundproof car as he banged on the steering wheel. He breathed and breathed again before proceeding another attempt of manipulating the system again. He had to start over and that time was one he didn't have. He had to finish up as soon as he could. He reran the commands and codes, typing aggressively before his sanity returned. He waited for it to respond and his access was denied again. He tried to kill something, he tried to explode in frustration but had to go again, and again till he finally conquered the GRM puzzles which the car was crowned with. Finally, he navigated the driving options and switched steering from manual to auto-mode, by this time his body was wet with sweat. “Enjoy your ride, Blanca~” he purred. He

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| Chapter Thirty—Five |

Writer’s POV:That same night, another car pulled up—this time it was Zeeflora, Diana’s personal assistant. She ran immediately into the house. She had been contacted almost immediately.She walked into the living room and beheld her boss who usually pouty to be softly laughing in sadness. Confusing amusement and tears… Her eyes were a bit sore. She walked up to her where she sat in the middle of the chaos, hands over her mouth, single droplets of tears on her lids.“Madam,” she purred before reaching to hold her, but instead Diana shook her head. Zee backed off as Diana handed her the papers. She stepped aside with Amaya and Josan; inaudible voices filling the room.***Meanwhile,Steven walked in on Preston and Jace in their awkward moment. Preston’s hand on Jace’s neck, eyes locked on each other. “Preston!” his voice shook them both and Preston snapped out releasing Jace like a captured rat, stepping back. “What are you doing here?”Preston cleared his throat. Before words could f

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| Chapter Thirty—Six |

Writer’s POV: As soon as the alarm rang, Louisa woke and jumped out of bed, heading straight to the kitchen. She prepared a meal for the whole day, drew hot baths for her husband and son, then took her own bath. She stepped out of the bathroom and still found her husband sleeping on the bed, snoring heavily—which, if it had been her, would have earned her a beating. She ignored him and rushed to the wardrobe, picked out a corporate blue women’s suit, and at exactly 9:20 a.m., she left the house—filled with sure hope that the offices were now open and that Diana McCoy might still be on her way. Catching her right outside the MSS building would be perfect. Not long after, she had arrived at the global landmark and proceeded inside. A distant “Ugh! Not this crazy woman again” came from one of the female de

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| Chapter Thirty–Seven |

Diana’s POV:What is humiliation?The question spun in my mind in those exact minutes. A sudden wave of silence enveloped everything—just that single second of realization—before the crowd erupted.In that hush, it was only me, my mind flooded with vicious thoughts about what to do to this woman-child, this overgrown kidult. I wanted to lash out with such violence. My eyes widened in shock, pupils frozen on my torn sleeve clutched in her hand. For a fleeting moment, I wanted her dead—but no…I refused to let any rational thought push me to take the life of a McCoy. The eyewitnesses suddenly meant nothing. I gave little to no fucks about them witnessing a mugshot. Part of me even wanted to retaliate just so they could see it—so I’d emerge the victor of this round, the one they’d say ‘fought back’ against Louisa McCoy for her idiocy, proving I wasn’t someone to be trifled with.I wanted her wounded. Hurt. I wanted her shattered—broken in such a way that the mere sight of me next time wo

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| Chapter Thirty–Eight |

Writer’s POV:“Nicely done, Louisa. I didn’t know you were this vicious.”Immediately the cars began to move again and the entrance cleared. The convoy proceeded into the underground garage. A security man directed the vehicles to their designated spots.As they passed Louisa, she kept her eyes fixed on the car in the middle, “Isn’t that…” she thought for a moment, “…isn’t that the Guvnor’s Revenant?” She pointed. Preston—who had remained standing behind her to prevent her from entering the building, flanked by Stanley and Ryan (guards)—held a hard glare at the car as it drove into the lot, wondering why him again.Steven had already gone inside with Diana and Zee earlier.Louisa immediately pulled her phone from her clothing pocket and dialed Rafael’s number…She turned to find the three men still standing there. She glared at them with pure malice. The moment the car disappeared from sight, she started to walk a steps away.Louisa still held the phone to her ear, waiting for Rafael

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| Chapter Thirty–Nine |

Diana’s POV:Zee and I walked into the conference room together. Rafael was already seated at one of the chairs around the long table, eyes closed, head tilted back against the headrest in a posture that radiated frustration more than relaxation but it didn’t faze me. Two men flanked him: one was Diego—I guessed from Zee’s earlier briefing, him being Rafael's number guy—and the other Luciano Rashford.I couldn’t help wondering if this meeting might turn into a murder scene; if so, they’d have the clear upper hand. Eli and Oscar stood guard at the door.I cleared my throat. Every head turned. Josh and Maxwell entered right behind us. Steven and Preston materialized from nowhere at my back—I almost jolted, but Steven's steady hands held me gently, his lips brushing my ear with whispers that weren’t meant for anyone else. I shook my head once and they withdrew.Zee had already placed the file and bag on the table when we entered. She pulled out a chair for me. I sat. She took the seat be

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