Mscopffia

38 | The proof is real?

(THIRD POV)

"You are saying mom is that evil?!" The tears in his eyes weathering up and burning his cheeks.

He couldn't believe that. He couldn't understand at all the idea of the woman he loves the most in the world is also a person who. . . He didn't even want to think his father's words. He shaked his head and moved backwards, not wanting to believe a word. He backed away more and more as his father stayed there looking at him serious. No doubt in the man's face.

"N—no. . ." He trembled.

"Believe me son, everything I said its truth, I'm not lying!" The man insisted.

He looked at his terrified eleven years old son. Begging for this to be a lie and barely recognizing him. He felt like this would leave a very big space in his son's heart but that woman was crazy. . . she will do everything just to make her plan come true. She had so many thoughts in her head that when he found out. . . he couldn't let it be. Not without trying to not allow it to happen.

"One day. . . you will realize th—"

Big banging were heard at the door. Men stood outside, throwing their shoulders all over it to break it down. The boy became more frightened and he couldn't move. His blood boiled inside of him with fear and his heart jumped up and down on his chest. He panted for breath holding his heart with strongly. Wrapping his arms around his chest protectively.

He saw the man ran out the window trying to escape and he couldn't handle it anymore. He closed his eyes and darkness filled around him. . .

"So what do you have to say about this?" He opened his eyes abruptly.

Zamira sat in front of him as well as Darien holding himself ready to attack at any moment. He chuckled shortly and his lips curved up in a side smile, he rested his arms on the table and formed a knot with his fingers. He came forward to stare at Zamira closer and titled his head slightly to the right. "So your evidence. . . is a voice record?" He couldn't help but laugh at that.

Darien growled.

He raised his hands up in surrender, raising his brows up jokingly. "I'm sorry, sorry. . ." He said. "But. . ." He chortled. "How can you bring someone down the station just with that?" He leaned into his chair.

"I mean. . ." He looked at Darien. "I would get it if it happened because of that guy but you. . . Zamira you've disappointed me. I thought you were better than that." He said.

"You—" Darien spoke but Zamira raised her hand up and stopped him.

"Mock me all you want Hernandez. This time. . ." She leaned closer now. "You aren't getting away."

She grabbed the recording and got up to leave the room. They have been at it asking him about for at least three hours. He hasn't said anything other than laugh about it everytime. He shoved his hands in his pockets and licked his lips. Zamira opened the door to disappear from this room filled with his cockiness.

Darien followed her and murmured some comments under his breath. He had lost all his calmness and he didn't even try to hide it. "What happened with MsCalebs?" He asked, stoping them.

"No—"

"We are done with her." Zamira glared at Darien for almost blowing off the cover. "Why ask?"

"Tell her to pay me a visit." He said.

"We may be in Italy here but police rules are police rules. You don't get to decide who you want to bring inside here." Darien responded mocking him.

"And you can't arrest someone without proper proof but here we are." Leonardo loved messing with Darien.