Chapter 3 MITCHELLE IS IN TROUBLE

CHAPTER THREE

"Are you ready to talk now?" Mick's voice echoed as he came closer to Michelle.

Michelle was weak, the numerous red marks that showed at her back was evident due to the beating.

Hot tears flowed down her cheeks when she said "I have her number, I'll give them to you, please don't torture me again"

Mick's laughter filled the room as the boys carried Michelle for treatment. That's the only good thing about Mick, after torturing he always treats.

"This will go down well, when I send a threatening message to her about Torturing Michelle, she will surely run home to get a little sister and I'll simply take her into my prison once she arrives here" Mick said, still wearing a smile. He took a cigarette out from the pack of cigarettes he held in his hand.

He lit up the cigarette, and placed it in his mouth, he took a satisfactory drag. The smile on his face refused to leave.

As the two settled in, Amara couldn't help but notice the spark of excitement in Abby's eyes during the ride to her home. Las Vegas was a city of endless possibilities, and it seemed to envelop Abby completely. Her gaze wandered from one view to another, enjoying the view of the vibrant pictures and statuses that decorated the walls. However, despite the distractions, Abby's attention kept deviating back to Frank, who was seated close to her during the ride.

Frank made several attempts to start a conversation with Abby, hoping to form a discussion with her, a discussion that could lead to friendship, But the way Abby had been raised and taught prevented him from starting a conversation with her. She had been taught to stay silent unless she was asked a question, and to never respond or chat with strangers because everyone was considered a potential threat.

Abby wanted a conversation with him but her past held her back. She couldn't break free from the confinements of her past. But for now, she remained a prisoner of her upbringing, unable to respond to Frank's attempts to have a conversation with her.

The ride was long and seemed endless. Finally they arrived at Amara's home. Abby hurriedly came down and brought her little traveling box out.

"Hurry up, I want to see what your room looks like," Abby said excitedly, as she ran.

Amara couldn't hide her laughter. She walked quickly to catch up with Abby.

Soon they were in the room together, folding and arranging Abby's clothes.

"Hope you took Mitchelle to an orphanage just like we planned?" Amara asked, concerned.

Abby's face fell and Amara knew the reply to her question without Abby Answering it. Amara couldn't believe Abby didn't such a silly thing.

"The words 'You left Michelle there' echoed in Amara's room as Amara's frustration boiled over. She couldn't help but direct her anger towards Abby, who now sat next to her, Abby had no words to form as she felt stupid.

"You know that would not have been easy, I had little time to escape" Abby explained hoping Amara would understand. "Was I expected to take her along?" Abby asked, in a very cool voice, because assassins are not expected to talk in a loud voice, as that was what she was taught.

"Yes, if that's what it takes Abby '' Amara yelled, her frustration evident as she walked around the room aimlessly. "And secondly, stop talking like you're still with Mick," she said sternly, her gaze piercing into Abby..

Abby couldn't help but notice the obvious change in Amara since they last saw each other. It was now clear to her, just by hearing Amara's voice, how much she had changed into a strong, independent woman. In contrast, Abby struggled to hear the volume of her own voice, uncertain of how loud she could speak. She also observed that Amara could engage in social interactions and her relationship with Travis was blooming. It was obvious that Amara had broken free from Mick's grip and was enjoying her newfound freedom with the ones she loved.

I didn't think before I did it," Abby calmly admitted, without any emotions as she unpacked and folded her clothes. "Besides, nothing will happen to her. Grenada is there," she said, trying to offer assurance to Amara and herself.

But deep down, Abby couldn't deny her own doubts. She was afraid for her sister's safety and silently prayed that nothing would happen to her. She knew her sister was not safe, despite the fact that she tried to convince Amara.

"You know Grenada doesn't give two shits about anyone, including her daughter!" Amara yelled, her voice filled with fear for Michelle's safety. Despite Michelle not being Amara's blood sister, they shared a tight bond.

"I'll go back for her," Abby declared, a decision she had made before leaving Alaska.

Amara looked at Abby in surprise, their eyes communicating without their lips forming a word. They both understood that any attempt to return to Alaska, is risking being seen by Mick's henchmen, and it will jeopardize their chances of being counted among the living.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but I assure you as hell that I'm not going with you," Amara yelled, her voice mixed with that of fear and frustration. However, Abby remained calm and composed, it was evident that she was unaffected by Amara's words.

"I've managed most things on my own, even after you left me," Abby said, her gaze fixed on Amara's eyes, which were filled with anger. "I never needed you before, so I don't need you now."

Amara stared back at Abby, the words piercing her heart although it was an hurtful truth. But Amara never for once forgot Abby, she felt pained Abby could stare at her and speak such words.

Their conversation hung in the air, as the room became silent and no one made a sound for minutes. Abby continued folding her clothes as Amara stood to watch.

Suddenly, a knock on the door saved them from the situation, shattering the silence that had settled in the room.

Amara went to get the door, and to Abby's surprise, it revealed a shirtless Frank. His chest had a large dragon tattoo, with the dragon's tail extending down his arm. Abby couldn't help, she enjoyed the view of his well-built abs, but she quickly regained her composure.

Frank entered the room and sat down next to Abby, but she felt a bit uncomfortable. "Hope you don't mind?" he asked politely, noticing the uneasy look she gave him. Abby simply shook her head unsure of what to say.

"Do you talk at all?" Frank asked, confused. He had noticed that she only spoke to Amara and sometimes Travis, but she didn't seem pleased with his presence. Amara stepped in, realizing that Abby wasn't going to respond to any further questions from Frank.

"She does talk, but she's just a bit quiet because of the flight," Amara said.

Frank took a moment to carefully examine Abby's face, as he was convinced he had seen her somewhere before. His gaze shifted to her short hair, which gave her a somewhat boyish appearance, but her eyes held a distinctly feminine quality, creating an unique contrast. She had a determined and unsmiling presence, almost like that of a warrior. Frank couldn't recall ever seeing her smile. His eyes then wandered to her slightly pointed nose and lips.

Lost in the effort to recall where he had seen her, Frank's brain suddenly clicked, and before he knew it, the words had escaped his lips. "I remember you now," he blurted out, accompanied by a mischievous grin that rolled to the corners of his mouth.