Chapter 5 Facing the unknown

I clicked to control tears that flow uncontrolled from the face as we threw ourselves over the prison corridors.

Every step felt like the weight that pushed me, every idea of Jonas intensifies the scary wind in my stomach.

"Bruce ... Bruce has my son," I shouted, flew from me as I crossed Mrs. Janet's peace.

Mrs. Janet remained nervous, her eyes sharp, calculated, almost as if she was studying me.

"Does he have your son and you cry?" She asked, cutting her tone through the air. "Girl, you realize that Bruce doesn't even know you're from here?" He thinks you're my late daughter and that you gave her your son. "

I nodded, the weight of the illusion in which we created each other. But I couldn't stop trembling.

"I don't know what to do, Mrs. Janet," I suffocated. "I'm afraid." He wants to meet Elena Maxwell, but you know it's not possible. I can't... "

"Relax, Elena," she interrupted, and her voice steadily. She began to stimulate, her mind at work and worked another step.

After a while she stopped and her cold eyes locked on mine. "There is a way."

My heart jumped in my chest. "What is that?"

"There's only one option," she said, her view. "You need another hand."

"I'll do anything, Mrs. Janet," I whispered, desperately wanted to get out of this nightmare. "Please go for it and tell me."

"There's a guy," she said, and her tone grew more serious. "The only thing I can think of now." Can help you. Although, let me warn me, it has its own demons to fight. You will have to persuade him. "

She pulled out the phone and wrote quickly before she looked back at me. "I sent you his number and address." Control."

I opened the phone and when I saw the details, my breath caught. "The person I have to meet is in Spain?"

Mrs. Janet's view was not related.

"We don't have a better choice, right?" She asked her voice company. "You have to do it ... If you don't want to face Bruce yourself and end up dead?"

For a few seconds I hesitated and considered the impossibility of the situation against the total despair that claws on me.

Then I nodded and my voice decided. "Okay, okay." I'll do it. But ... are you sure it agrees? "

"Yes," said Mrs. Janet confidently. "I'll talk to him." Don't worry. "

I swallowed my questions. There was something about her peace, her ability to pull the strings that suggested on the side of Mrs. Janet, who I still didn't understand.

She called and everything was arranged within an hour. A private jet was scheduled to fly me to Spain the next morning.

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I arrived in Spain exhausted and disoriented.

The flight was blur and I barely slept. I came alone. Becca stayed back in New York to maintain an overview of everything that could appear.

Mrs. Janet assured me that Jonas was fine, but I couldn't wait to see my child again.

After a short rest at the hotel, I forced myself to pack my stuff. There was no time to waste.

I called the taxi and headed directly to the address Mrs. Janet gave me.

The road was long, the city mixed into the quiet streets.

As we approached the gates, the taxi driver looked at me across the rear -view mirror and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Is that a place?" He asked, his voice low, almost careful.

I nodded and felt a sudden wave of restlessness. "Yes, that's it."

He hesitated and his fingers tightened to the steering wheel. "You're sure, Mrs. This place ... it's not exactly where you would like to be alone."

His words hung in the air and the tension rose. I nodded firmly, my mind raced with unanswered questions. "What do you mean?"

With grunting slowly turned the car towards the gates. "Just be careful," he murmured before he added almost for himself, "this area... has a reputation."

Reputation?

I didn't have the energy to ask more. The words did not matter. I had to get in.

After a few minutes of walking around the manor, the castle stood in front of me and stored in its beauty.

It was massive, its gates designed with complex details, built in the background of fresh greenery. The network of the place sent me a cooling of my spine.

I approached the gates and rang the bell.

Gatekeeper answered almost immediately. I showed him that I was Mrs. Janet ID, and after a quick inspection, he pressed the button.

The man came to the gate, his presence both rough and elegant.

Gatekeeper whispered something to him and retreated without a word and allowed me to enter.

I went through the gates and went to the main house.

The door opened as soon as I achieved it. A man stood there, his back to me.

"Hi ..." I said, I wasn't sure what else to say.

The man turned to greeted me, but as soon as our eyes met, he stiffened.

I felt my heart sinking. I flicked and tried to catch his face well to make sure I'm not making a mistake.

But it wasn't a mistake, it was really him.

The same stranger from the amusement park. Arrogant jerk?

"You...?" I was dripping down, the words slipped before I could stop them.

The man stared at me and his jaw tightened. "What the hell are you doing in my house?"