TRINITY
Aunt Abby looks at her son with eyes filled with so much pain and misery before she starts telling us what really happened that night.
I feel a hand on my mouth to stop me from shouting and a cold sharp pointing at my side, making me freeze, and I know exactly what it is; a knife.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, Mackenzie," he whispers, making me shiver in fear.
"Promise me that you won't shout once I remove my hand from your mouth. Promise me, Mackenzie," he says firmly.
All I did is to nod in agreement. I remember my phone on the nightstand, and the monitor of our security system is there too.
He slowly releases his hands from me, and I manage to face him. "How did you escape, Drew?" I ask quietly, still shaking.
"I pretended to be sick. I mean to be crazy. When they transported me to the Mental Facility, I was able to escape from there," he explains. He looks thin but cleanly shaved and doesn't look hurt.
"Mackenzie, I need your help. I can't stay there. They're hurting me. Mackenzie, please?" he begs.
I scan his face, and he looks like he is telling the truth.
"How can I help you, Drew? You killed that woman in Boston, and you killed many. I was even surprised that they didn't sentence you to multiple life sentences. How can you even escape with all the security around you?" I ask while walking near to our bedroom.
"I didn't do that, Mackenzie, I swear-"
I face him, raising my hand. "Don't swear, Drew. You admitted, and you plead guilty under oath!" I raise my voice a little bit.
"I don't have a choice." He raises his voice back, making me jump. "I'm sorry," he then apologizes.
My heart is pounding in my chest. My breathing catches. Please, don't make me blackout with this man around.
"You need to go before anyone notices the broken window, Andrew."
"I disarmed your security system," he says calmly.
"Of course you did." I shrug and grab the monitor of the alarm system, and that's when he snatches it from me.
I startle at his sudden change of mood.
"You're still stubborn, Mackenzie!" He grabs me from my arms and pushes me back against the wall. I almost stumble down with the impact.
I start to shake, and all I think of at this moment is Lizzy and Sebastian. If he is going to kill me, my daughter will grow up without a mom.
"He hit me. Then I didn't know what happened next. I blacked out, Bash. When I woke up, I was already in bed naked, and I know I was violated because-"
Bash pulls away from me to run to his mom and hug her tightly. "I'm so sorry, Mom. I'm so sorry," Bash apologizes repeatedly. I hug myself, thanking God internally.
"I never thought you were made from that horrible night," his mom continues.
"I don't want a DNA test, Bash, because I know you're my son." Uncle Seb comes close to his only son.
"I went to visit Drew when I was pregnant with you. He admitted what he did to me."
Bash groans louder.
"I don't care, Bash. You are my son, can't you see? You look exactly like me. Your eyes, your hair-"
"Dad, I want to know if I'm really your son."
His dad shakes his head. "No, Bash. Please don't do it?"
"But why?"
"Because I know you're mine. In my heart, in my blood, and my soul."
***
Andrew Tennings is sent to his grave. Hughes prepared a proper burial service for him. After what he did to Aunt Abby, he was still forgiven by the Hughes family.
There were no reports of whoever shot him, but the investigations are still ongoing. As I've heard from Bash, Hughes hired a PI to do that too.
Bash went back to his penthouse after the burial service yesterday, and I stayed at my apartment for a while.
"How's Bash holding up, K?" Luke asks, interrupting my thoughts.
"He's doing well. I suggested taking a vacation."
"And what the hell are you doing here?" He gives me the what-the-hell-looked.
"It's my apartment, and I'm staying here."
"God, you're so dumb, K," he says annoyingly.
"How did I become so dumb?"
"You should be with Bash, K. He needs you, or is it okay if he needs someone else?"
"Fine." I roll my eyes. And I grimace even to think of Bash with someone else.
***
I enter his penthouse and place the keycard on the coffee table. He didn't reply to the message I sent before coming over.
I hear faint voices from the kitchen. It's Bash, and the other is Ranjiv because of his Indian accent.
"This app was uploaded to her phone the same day your flight to South Korea, Bash, and I'm certain about it. I searched the app all over the internet and didn't find any match," Ranjiv explains.
"Then how did it get to her phone?" asks Bash.
"I said it was uploaded. The rest, I really don't know," Ranjiv answers.
"Ranjiv, what's that app for?"
Ranjiv clears his throat. "Not good."
"What do you mean by not good, Ranjiv?"
"It's a tracker."
Bash snorts. "Everyone has that on their phones installed by the company. They can just place a microdot if they want to track K."
"Oh yeah? Can you track her phone even if it's turned off? Even no cell site? Try to see it. It's like a GPS that the military uses today. That app is a tracker, 99.9% accurate with a 24/7 recorder."
My hand covers my mouth.
Oh, My God!
"Recorded and transferred to the person who tracked K. Without calling her phone or turning on her location setting."
"Is that why Trinity complains her phone battery drained quite fast?" Bash asks instantly.
"Probably," Ranjiv answers with confidence.
My phone? Is that why Bash bought me a new one to get my old phone? Did he plan this?
"Is that why Rexwell found her at the airport?" Bash asks again.
"I don't know because I can't trace the tracker's location."
"Fuck."
"We're not sure if this is a work of Rexwell, Bash. You can't just accuse someone of stalking K."
"I'll prove that he asked someone to trace Trinity's location. He wanted me dead, Ranjiv. He said that to my face."