Captive.

"What exactly are you talking about? He couldn't be just gotten arrested. You know nothing about us. You have no evidence against him! I say frantically."

"Well, it took me about 5 minutes to get him to talk. He's not as strong as he seems, States Ethan."

"But, How?! I don't... I don't understand! I..."

Watching me go all crazy, Ethan walks towards me and sits on the office desk in front of me. He places his hands on the table, carefully, leaning towards me a little carefully, making his move and gazing into my eyes as if he wants me to remember him.

"I told you I would sort this out, didn't I?"

"How?" I ask Ethan, getting up from where I was sitting.

"How? Mr Cooper. How could you possibly know all of this? Apart from the information I gave you, there's no way you could have found him in what? 12 hours? How did you do this?"

I could see he was getting a little fed up. After all, his personality isn't the one who wants to be questioned every time they do something for us, instead of acting like he was supposed to. Ethan walks towards me and slips one of his hands through my neck onto the back side of my head, holding my hair, which, at the time, was both scary and seductive.

Ethan's touch had a unique aura about him. It was like he can control what he wants and when he wants, there was no saying no to that even if the opposite wants to. This aura made me get even more attracted to him.

I stare at his lips deeply, licking and biting my own as I get astray in his touch.

"Calm down, Angelica," I can take you to him, if you want.

I hesitate at first because then I recalled what he texted me the other night.

I have to know what he meant by "The ones you trust are not the ones you should be trusting." Not that.

I wanted to find out why he did what he did to me when we were together. I wanted to know about all the terrible things he has caused.

And mostly, I WANTED TO PAY HIM BACK.

Filled with fire and rage, I fix my eyes on Ethan's again, showing him I want to meet him. He grabs his coat and hangs it in one of his arms as he guides me to the parking lot where I was attacked.

This didn't make me have second thoughts about not wanting to be in the same room as him, just the opposite. I wanted to meet him. I wanted to show him I wasn't the old Angelica May who suffered every single day under his command. That I wasn't the one who would rather stick by a fucking creep, sacrificing her own happiness. I wanted to show him he was just a part of what Angelica May has become now.

Confidently, I slip into Ethan's car as he drives away. At first, we take the highway which I know very well. But suddenly, instead of taking the road to the police station, he takes a different turn.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"To see Roger, why?" He says calmly.

"This isn't the way to the police station. You said he was arrested."

"He was arrested, but not by the police."

My eyes go wide as I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"He was arrested by....well...me."

I go into a fully conscious coma after I heard what I heard. How could he possibly 'arrest' a person out of nowhere?! He's not a police chief or something like that. He's a CEO.

"But...How? You're not a police officer! That's a fucking crime. How did you..?!"

Before I could say or ask anything else, He cuts in between.

"I have my ways, Angelica. That's all I can say for now."

He has his ways. What fucking ways? I thought I would be terribly annoyed by this, but the more I was thinking about it, the more I thought it was in my favour.

Even if he was arrested by the police, they sure would have found various pieces of evidence in my case. But I just couldn't simply risk the fact of being famous in a case like this. I had a job that I love, and finally a good friend like Nat whom I never asked for, a good lifestyle, and a healthy income. If I try anything like this that could have made me the centre of attention, I wouldn't risk my job and my daily life. I would risk myself. Roger wasn't the only one who was after me. My beloved father and his brother are still fucking alive.

We take a turn before reaching a big, most likely to be a vacation house as Ethan drove his car into the parking.

"Where are we?" I ask.

"Just a place that I like to enjoy by myself."

"Okay, am I getting killed? I think."

He walks out of the car and comes to my side, opening the door for me.

"Thank you." I take a big look at the building in front of me. It was clean and freshly painted.

"Follow me. Ethan says."

I walk before him as he opens the main door, which is made of glass. As I walk inside, I take a quick look around the hall and see paintings I could literally tell were from famous artists. I could tell from the style. But I've never seen these paintings before.

I see Ethan walking towards a door at the corner of the hall, which looks like a door to the library or something. I follow behind him. As he opens it, I could feel myself getting this cold sensation from my feet to my face.

I stand there and watch Roger, tied to a chair in between the room, which wasn't a library room. It was empty. It had nothing, no bed, no counter, no extra door, not even windows.

I turn to Ethan with my eyes as wide as the burning sun, asking him what I'm just looking at.

He pulls up his sleeves as if he's preparing himself for some action, which I wouldn't like to see but definitely would enjoy. After all, he would e getting what he did to me.

"How did you find him?" I ask.

"As I said, Angelica, I have my ways."

"Fuck his ways, and fuck you both," Says Roger, coughing blood.

"Did you hurt him?" I ask Ethan.

"No...not yet. I was about to when he started calling out your name, crying like a baby."

My name? Roger crying like a baby? What the fuck?! This is too fictitious to be real.

"You still don't get it, do you, my sweet little Angel?" Says Roger.

"Get what?" I ask.

"You can't trust them. The ones you do are the only ones who backstab the shit out of you. You meet them every day, you talk to them every day, you touch...them every day, and you still roam around like the little bitch that you are!"

Suddenly, I hear a click that made me jump a little and pulled me out of his words. I look over at Ethan and...

He's pointing a gun aiming towards Roger's head.