Freddie McClair.

Chapter 17.

Freddie's POV

"Mr.MacClair, you may come in." Lydia said. I walked in the office confidently giving her a glance.

"I must admit, I was really curious when you asked to see me at that hour Freddie."

"I wanted to inform you that the job is done, sir."

"Do tell."

"Evans is dead. I took care of it myself."

"Now I'm impressed."

"Did you doubt?"

"Only for a second. I didn't believe that you are capable of doing this. After all, he was your friend."

"Was. That was a long time ago."

"How did you do it?"

"I made a deal with him, to keep her safe. I lied."

"That was clever. But I need prof."

"Here." I left a tape with a video. "Play this in your laptot. There's all you need in here."

"Good job boy. And what about the Code?"

"It will be yours in a few days."

"We'll be in touch then."

A few hours before:

Gabriella's POV

"Freddie no." I screamed with my loudest voice, but it was too late. He killed him. That fucking bastard killed Scott.

"Son of a bitch." I ran to him and started to beat his face with all I got. Tears were coming out from my eyes at the same time. My emotions were heightened. Hate, anger, grief. All coming out at the same time. This can't be true. He can't be dead.

"Gabriella stop it." he managed to put me down and calm me down.

"Get off of me you fucker." I managed to move my foot and hit his balls with it. He let go of me and I ran away. I didn't even took a look to the body. I just couldn't. I couldn't look at that boy, that innocent, young boy lying on the street, dead.

I returned to the university and then straight to my room. I lied on the bed and cried for at least 2 hours. I was crying and crying and crying until there were no more tears in my eyes. I couldn't handle that pain I was feeling. It was out of my control. Then, the anger came. Freddie betrayed Scott, and me. I thought he could be saved. I thought he was a good man that just had chose the wrong way once cause he had noone back then, but no. No. He is a monster. He doesn't deserve to be loved. He doesn't deserve to live. I feel so fucking stupid I trusted him. I've loved him. I'm just a fucking idiot. Then the guilt. If it wasn't me, maybe he would be alive. It's all my fault. I started crying again hardly until I heard someone knocking the door. I opened it slowly. Fucking hell. It was Freddie.
"Let me in, I'll explain." he said calmly.
"Explain what you son of a bitch get he hell out of here." I was screaming and crying at the same time. "I hate you."

"Please.."

"I hate you so fucking much." I continued. He managed to get in and make me sit on the bed.

"Gabriella listen to me very carefully. Me and Scott made a deal a few days ago."

"And you betrayed him. I heard that fucking clearly." he was holding my hands so I couldn't use them to hit him again.

"My boss asked me to kill him. But I.."
His hands were a bit relaxed at that moment and I punched his face screaming.

"I couldn't for fuck sake. It was all part of the plan. Scott is fine."

"Ford may not believe you. We need to have prof."

"We'll put a video camera on. And I'll give him the tape. There's no way he'll suspect anything."

"God, Freddie you're a genius."

"Tomorrow I'll get you the flak jacket and some heroine to keep you unconscious for a while. Just in case he wants to see the body."

"And what about Gabriella? Shall we tell her?"

"No. Not yet. Find an excuse to make her come there at 11 o'clock and see."

"I will. Oh and Freddie. One last thing."

"Tell me."

"Why are you doing this? I mean..You could just kill me and get this over with."

"No Scott, I couldn't."

I was in shock. I couldn't even move. It was like a puzzle whose pieces were revealing one by one.

"Why didn't you just tell me? Why did you have to put me through that hell? My tone was now very low. I could barely hear myself. Freddie was on his knees wiping my tears with his hands touching me softly.

"Your reaction had to be real, Gabriella. We were taping the whole thing." he explained.

"I..I'm sorry I hit you." I apologized. My relief was beyond words.