Meghan Bates is 'The Most', would be an understatement, well known fashion designer in the country, a self-made name in the industry but is she all that she is letting out to the paparazzi or is there more?
What will happen when she is challenged, h...
''Caleb and Steve, in my study, right now'', Wilson took long strides to his study, even in this difficult situation he was composed and in control yet Caleb knew better. His stance had changed, more stiffer and alert, his expression giving nothing away and his eyes cold, his hands clenched in a tight fist.
''Tell me Steve, when was the last time you were in touch with Meghan'', he asked.
''She told me she received another message from that arse and that she was taking a cab, there was luggage too since she was shifting, she left early from the boutique for that. I closed the shop and called her but she did not pick up. I went to her building and the guard told me she had boarded the cab so I thought she would be here. What are we going to do Wilson'', he was trying to pull back his tears.
''I think the cab driver misled her and took it as an opportunity to kidnap her. This is fucking pre meditated, we need to be really careful. Steve you are going to stay here, don't let anyone leave, anyone could be under threat, but everyone's safe at my apartment. Caleb and I will deal with this'', he commanded.
He retrieved two guns from a drawer in his study table. He fitted one discreetly in his leather shoe and covered it with his suit pants and another one on the backside of his belt. He looked at Caleb expectedly.
''I have mine too, we're fine'', Caleb nodded.
''Whoever this is has Meghan, so we cannot act irrationally, got it'', Wilson left the study and Caleb followed, nodding. He retrieved his cell phone to call his chief bodyguard in charge.
''Max, Meghan's been picked, Caleb and I are on our way, Grey is tracking her cell phone and cab details. Get your men to follow us, close but not too much to seek attention just in case someone is watching. No guns until I've got her out of that shit hole safely, got it'', he hung up and they left the penthouse without another word. They were in the car when his cell phone buzzed and he put it on speaker.
''Grey, Ms. Bates location'', he answered the call curtly, a few moments later there was a voice.
''Sir, Ms. Bates phone has been switched off but we have been able to track her cab down, it's in a shutdown garage close to Altura, I'm sending you the exact location to follow via GPS'', he ended the call.
''Max, get the car ready, three men and an ambulance on standby'', Wilson commanded.
''Sir''
''Are we expecting it to get dirty'', Caleb looked at Wilson, his jaw hard.
''Better safe than sorry'', Wilson nodded.
They were at the location in a few minutes, it was definitely a shady place, perfect for a crime to go unnoticed. They eerily got down of the car and made their way to the garage. Despite being closed from a long time the lights were on, someone had turned the place functional. A black car was parked at a distance from the garage as Wilson had ordered and a range rover was parked right beside the garage, belonging to whoever was inside.
''Move'', Wilson mouthed to Caleb and they were closer to the semi lifted shutter of the garage.
Not wanting the kidnapper to be able to have time to react, he quickly ducked down the shutter and Caleb followed.
Meghan was right in the centre of the garage, her hands and legs tied up, her mouth taped, her face was etched with tears and a few rings marks through hits. Meghan's eyes widened when she noticed the two of them enter the garage.
Wilson quickly rushed towards Meghan in an attempt to free her and Caleb kept an eye on the place.
It was odd, she was left unattended, who and why would someone do that. Wilson cut the ties and released the tape with a blade. As he helped her get to her feet a sound stirred up their attention. The shutter was electrically controlled and it completely shut down, trapping them inside.
''And who do we have here'', a woman emerged from the shadow, her back facing Wilson.
''What do you want, in fact how much do you want'', Wilson smugly asked.
''So restless, how about we get to do some talking before you take your princess away, which is not happening anyways, but whatever'', she laughed madly, her voice echoing in the empty garage.
''Why are you doing this, and just so you know you can't get away with this crappy stunt of yours, my men have been following me, one wrong move and they are going to take this entire place down, so watch what you do'', he warned her but it looked like vain. She turned around to reveal herself, all of them gasped in shock, Meghan placed a hand over her mouth trying to contain her screamed cry.
''You know after this bitch fled from my home after that court case she had dragged me into, I thought I would never find her. In fact I was quite sure I had lost her for good, did not want anymore problems in my life. The first time I saw her, in that sleazy tabloid, there was a surge of anger within me. It was then I knew I had to take her down. I guess I was too late for that, she had earned quite some fame in the industry, trying to tarnish her image single handedly would cost me my life and fetch me nothing. It was then I was brought into contact with the right sort of people and here I am. Revenge can indeed be dazzling'', she smiled.
''Clara, why would you do this after so many years, let me go, please'', Meghan begged.
''Shut up you bitch, all these years, I wanted to scratch your face off with my bare fingers. You reminded me of Fiona, how she always got the best, how I was the underprivileged one, and then you came into my life, just like your mother, rubbing my worthlessness in my face. But it's over, this is over'', she pulled out a gun. She immediately saw Wilson and Caleb pull out their guns too.
''Uh huh, I wouldn't do that if I were you, this garage is equipped with 3 snipers, you, your fiancé and your little friend'', she warned
''What do you want'', Wilson growled.
''Leave her with me and I can let you go and drop those fucking guns down'', she pointed at Meghan. For a moment there was pin drop silence.
''Fine shoot her for all I care, she's my flavor of the month anyways'', Wilson smirked, catching Clara off guard.
''You bastard'' and the next thing that happened was a blast that opened the garage and three men entered in Black suit, quick enough to spot the snipers and shoot them. Caleb pushed Meghan behind as Clara tried to figure what just happened. Wilson placed a swift kick on her ribs and took her down, he placed his foot on Clara's throat as she struggled to let go. He punched Clara right on the face, her nose bled from the impact and she fell unconscious.
''Clean the mess, call Simon, hand him over this bitch'', Wilson instructed Caleb as the men in black dragged the bodies away. Wilson paced towards Meghan and pulled her in his embrace, kissing her forehead.
''Hush baby I'm here, please'', Wilson cooed in her ear.
''I thought'', Meghan choked not completing her nightmare of a thought.
''I know, hush, I'm here now'', as soon as anyone could react, Clara pulled the trigger from behind Wilson and the bullet hit right into his chest, all eyes darted towards them, as Caleb quickly shot a bullet right through Clara's head.
''No, god no, please someone call for an ambulance, Wilson, no, please, no, I love you, I love you'', Meghan screamed as she pulled Wilson closer to her, hands bathed in blood as she cradled him in her arms, tears flowing down her cheeks her heart thumping against her chest. It was over.
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