Bab 11: Dominion Charter.

Case P.O.V

"Dad, you don't have to hurt, her. She isn't creating any trouble".

"That's right, she isn't but you are." My dad said, groaning in frustration.

I looked stared, blankly at him, unmoved. "You already told Mr Guan, so let's get down to business, you change her location, change the security and we make the deal."

"Get Miguel moved immediately" He said, standing up. "I'll take care of the new location." He added, turning and headed for the exit.

I sighed as soon as he was out of the door. If my dad was to pick a location, it is going to be a hell hole and a very uncomfortable one, it won't be as conducive as my mother's mansion in Cuba. He found out about my meeting with her, and was really upset and the fact that I got her some drawing tools made him more mad. Just like I predicted. Everything was happening fast, we intended to keep her with us for long. But we were running out of time. So he let her dad know that his daughter is in our custody, and now it's time we make a trade for the Dominion Charter.

Taking out my phone, I dialed a private number. And on the first ring, he picked up. "Get Miguel, moved to Sydney immediately" I ordered, "and he should be there before noon."

I said and ended the call right up.

" Seems she isn't going to be using her canvas after all" I thought to myself letting out a sigh. I admire her boldness, requesting for something from her abductors, I can't believe I was smiling when I left her that day. Well that's something we don't see everyday

And also I love arts. So she kind of run into luck.

Lin P.O.V

When I was done inspecting the canvas, I moved it a much wider space in the room, away from the food. I was genuinely happy, the last time I had one of this was when I was in Italy. When i came to Japan, I specialized more on graphics and 3d painting. And was taking my life more seriously. I had already started mixing my paints as I could feel the inspiration coming already.

I captured the stark contrast between the darkness of my captivity and the vibrant hues of my imagination, depicting scenes of hope and freedom amidst my confinement. Also with the fact that I was comfortable even as a captive. Away from the chaos going on outside the walls the mansion. Slowly I started to paint something.

*****

Some hours later...

(Outside)

In the sprawling compound of the massive mansion, towering men with bulging muscles stand like guardians, their presence commanding respect and awe. Clad in dark suits that strain against their formidable frames, they exude an aura of strength and intimidation. Their movements are deliberate, each step purposeful as they patrol the grounds with unwavering vigilance. But obviously they look like they were here for something, as though they have a specific target in mind.

"I wasn't aware of visitors coming."

Miguel said, stepping out of the porch. As huge man approached him. " It was a last minute conclusion, Miguel." He answered nonchalantly.

"And the new order is, you should be in Sydney before noon" he added.

"And why is that Scale?" Miguel asked, seemly uninterested and distant.

"We don't ask questions..."

"Well, I have to, because am not done with my assignment here" Miguel said in a high tone cutting him mid sentence.

"All the security deployed here, have been called off their duties, you're the last " Scale replied, giving him a look that said , "you should be gone by now.

Turning his back and signalling the rest of his men to move into the house. "Take the girl" he ordered.

"You can't just do that" Miguel said , already getting upset, blocking the door thereby making the men stop in their tracks.

" It's an order Miguel, now you let us do this or we do it the hard way" Scale threatened.

And Miguel moved away from the door. "Let nothing happen to her " Miguel hissed and walked back into the house.

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(Inside)

I wasn't near finishing with my painting, and I was starting to feel hungry, also it was already noon. So I decided to clean up the place and have finally eat the food that was meant to be my breakfast.

But first I had to wash my paint stained hands. So I went to the bathroom to do just that.

I haven't really heard any noise whatsoever and Miguel hasn't come around. But that's normal, the house is always quiet,so I don't find anything odd about it.

I came out from the toilet, and headed straight for the table. There was different kind of meal on the table but I decided to go for the baked Cornetto, filled with cream, with a fresh peach fruit drink. And after serving myself I went to sit on my bed, with my food, which I placed on a tray.

Once comfortable I started eating, there was nothing going on in my head. I was just staring at my piece of uncompleted art, already proud of it, knowing it would turn out great.

I suddenly heard some strange movements. Like there was some kind of army walking around the corridor, more like walking towards my room.

But maybe it was all in my head. But then it got louder, so I paused, for a while trying to comprehend whatever sound was that when my door was suddenly forced open.

Huge men, walked into my room. They were about five of them, their sudden entrance, seemed to make my room dimmer. There I was on the bed with a food tray on my lap. One side of the room was sort of in a chaotic mess of overturned empty paints can, and splattered colours around my painting area. And a huge table filled with food was at the front of the room.

" And what happened to knocking" I said obviously annoyed by the intrusion on my person space neverminding the fact that they looked dangerous,and possibly armed.

"We need you to come with us" one of the men said, ignoring my sassy comment.

Giving him an evil glare. I tried using my eye to look for Miguel, but he wasn't anywhere amongst them. "Well it seems it's time for the real torture, my days of been a special hostage is over" I thought to myself. Well I might just have to eat enough because I don't know where I'll be heading to next and what type of circumstances awaits me.

" Well, then I'll, after I finish eating " I mumbled to them, focusing on my food tray.

They all pretty seemed shock or amuse by my confidence, but I didn't care at that moment. Sipping my drink I said to them."I said would, follow y'all when am done eating." This time louder and with more confidence.

Luca P.O.V

I was at home, in my study. Going through a business proposal. When my phone rang. And it was a foreign number, more like a landline. After a few seconds of contemplating. I picked up.

"Hello, who's this?" I asked as soon as I picked up.

"Luca, there's no time to waste...." That was Miguel,he sounded really worked up. "Calm down, Miguel, what's the hurry?".I asked calmly.

"Your sister is in danger" he said

"What?, how?, aren't you with her? I asked standing up immediately.

" I was a while ago, now I am at the airport, heading to Sydney." He said talking really fast. " Calm down Miguel, I don't understand you".

" I really don't have the time to explain things but you should meet up with the Chaplins,

they want something from your Dad, in exchange for your sister's life".

He said frantically. " Can I get the address of where she is kept" I asked , sounding really confused. "She has been moved Luca, before anyone get down here to Cuba, the house would be empty" before I could say another word the line went off.

"Oh fuck", I groaned, picking up my car keys. " Dad, am sorry. I don't care about your personal break anymore.I'll be heading to your penthouse" I said to myself, As I got into the elevator.

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