Emma was sittig on the other side of the big dinner table, across Richard, her criminal husband. He was talking to his crew, “And that, gentlemen, is how you secure a deal. Not with brute force, mind you, but with…finesse.”
As he talked, for a brief second he looked at Emma. “Power, gentlemen, is a delicate art.” He continued.
“Indeed, Richard. You’re a maestro of manipulation.” Emma responded with a fake smile.
“And you, my dear, are my most prized acquisition. Not some trophy wife, no. You, my love, are my masterpiece.” Richard laughed.
Richard’s words were poison for Emma. She was the doll for him, which he keeps hidden from everybody.
While he was eating his food, he stopped. Then started to cough, as he was not able to breath. Emma was hoping for a miracle, as she wanted to see him lying on the ground, lifeless.
“Water! Get him water!” One of his man shouted, then the rest surrounded Richard.
Then Emma went towards Richard, and patted his back. “Power, Richard,” Emma said, “can be shattered with a small little bone.”
He looked at his wife with terrorized eyes, as he was afraid for the first time. Emma saw the real Richard behind his eyes. Then Richard coughed again, and the bone which kept him breathless was gone.
Emma saw that things could change now, as she saw fear in his eyes. And in the wild, if the alpha wolf gives the impression that he is afraid, it means that it is time to change.
When the sun was gone, and moon was at the sky, Emma left her room. “Packing for a trip, mistress?” The man who was staying, guarding her door asked.
“Perhaps,” Emma said, “A trip for which I require…assistance.”
Then she took a jewelry from the safe, and gave it to the guard. “This,” Emma said, “for securing my…liberation.”
“Richard won’t take kindly to you taking these jewels, mistress,” Dylan said, as he was looking at the door.
“Richard won’t know,” Emma responded quickly, “And these jewels are merely the appetizer. There’s a feast waiting at his villa, a banquet of buried secrets – buried people – and enough wealth to free you from this.”
“Help me get there,” Emma pleaded, “He has his two previous wives buried there. Help me expose him and everything you desire – freedom and money – will be yours.”
Dylan thought for a brief moment, “Let’s go,” he then said.
A little time passed from that day. Dylan and Emma were on the road, escaping.
The diner food Emma brought from the diner she went to was sitting at the table. It was untouched. When Dylan saw that Emma went outside to take some food, he was furious, “We need to stay inside always. You can’t go out alone,” he said while checking out from the window. “He’ll find you. He’ll find us.”
“Find us? We’re a million miles from that gilded cage! Are you just as afraid of him as I am?” Emma said, as she was about to leave, Dylan hold her. Then kissed her.
Then he pressed Emma against the wall, and they started to making out.
The sun was shining into their room from the window of the motel room. Then the door got knocked. They jumped with fear in their bed, and saw two figures at their door.
“Well, well, well,” one of them said, “Looks like the little birdies decided to build a nest.”
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Emma woke up in a dungeon. She immediately shouted, “Dylan!” And again, “Dylan!” She punched the wooden wall. Hit it with her shoulder. She found Dylan later. He was beat up, lying on the ground. Richard’s men were around him, waiting for their turn to hit.
“Let him go,” Emma yelled, “Let him go now, or you’ll regret the day you crossed me.”
The men had laughed all together. Richard appeared then, at the doorway.
“My, my, the caged bird finally sings,” he said. “But your song won’t save your precious bodyguard, my dear. He failed to keep you loyal.”
“He didn’t fail me,” Emma responded, “He saved me. From you and your twisted games.”
Then Emma knelt next to Dylan, and Dylan opened his eyes. They were looking at each other. “You came,” Dylan said. “I always will,” Emma said back, and kissed his forehead.
Then a shade had appeared at the dungeon gate. “Williams,” Richard yelled, “What is the meaning of this?”
“Call me Agent Jones, Richard,” the man said with a smile, “And the meaning is simple: your game is over.”
As Emma noticed that the interest of the men had turned into the gate, she started to free Dylan. Then she noticed a red blink in Dylan’s shirt. “Everything you said, every admission, every threat,” he said, “is right here. Agent Jones and I have been working for years to get you.”
As Richard was in shock, the sirens of the police cars were heard.
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