Everything you need to know about Red.
Being a father to be, and in such a complicated moment of his professional life, Red has a lot to protect. He'll have to do the impossible in order to save the woman of his life from the murder accusations tha...
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"Ah come on!" The voice snaps me awake from my never-ending depth of thoughts, piercing through my skull like a seesaw on a timber.
A splatter of puke on the floor makes my nose crinkle, a stern reminder that I'm in a holding cell and not my bedroom at home or a five-star hotel in Paris. Is this how my night will be?
"Give me water, motherfucker! You want me to die or something?'' The petite woman with piercings and tattoos all over her body grips the bars tightly while yelling at the top of her lungs.
"Oh, shut up, Blondie! I'm trying to sleep here!" replies the woman with a crunchy voice on the upper bed, who looks like a WWE wrestler.
I close my eyes and curl up in the tiny bed, hoping for some magical spell to make all this nothing but entrapment of my own nightmare that's going to end soon or later. Just why am I here, God? What have I done to be locked up inside this filthy place? I didn't kill Anne.
I still can't believe she's dead and I never wished her dead.
I open my eyes once again and it's the same innervating sight that I behold. The iron bars that hold me captive in this cell, and the puke on the floor—very gross—all thanks to my cellmate who's still panting beside the railings after yelling repeatedly for some drinking water.
"Here is your water! Now stop screaming or I'll make you sorry!" a female cop snaps while handing the tattooed blonde a bottle of water.
I just keep a low profile on my bed, as I've been doing for the past three hours after the horrible interrogation I had. I feel sick and cold, and I pray so hard that I don't get worse here.
"Hey, Kingston?" The same female cop stirs the keys into a lock, opening the cell. I stare at her in response. "Come on, get out of there!" she demands.
My eyes narrow in a confused fashion. What now? Are they going to release me? Have they finally found out that I didn't kill Anne? My heart rate increases.
"Hurry!" she snaps again as I slide my feet into the flip-flops. "You are moving to another cell. Call it a VIP. Perks of marrying a loaded guy, huh? Let's see if he can save you from the hell called prison, too." She smirks at me as I step out.
I don't think I get anything she's saying. My brain feels on a momentary breakdown.
"Where are you taking me?" I ask cautiously as we start moving.
"Your new suite. Hurry up!" She pushes me to speed up.
I close my eyes tightly and hold it in, hardly controlling my inner momentum. It's okay, Mia. This will pass. I walk to where she leads me.
"There! Home sweet home." She widens the door of another room, a few steps away from the older cell. "Your food is there. You're only missing a TV, right? Sleep tight, Princess." She shoves me inside and slams the door afterwards.
