Happily Ever After (Completed)

Chapter 25

This is just a filler but I hope it's okay.

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Chapter 25

*Isabella Murray*

"The mall? Are you sure you gave me the right address?" Fred asked looking between the address I gave him and the mall.

"Yeah, I just need to get... um... something..." I lied smiling at him as I got out of the car. He got out as well and locked his car.

"Look, why don't you just go around and shop or something while I buy the... stuff I need to buy." I suggested as we entered the mall through the censored door.

"Can I just go with you? Besides, I don't want you to encounter those gang people again."

"It's not like I'm going to get hurt. We're in the mall which means there are a lot of bystanders here." I explained trying to persuade him to leave me. "Besides, I need to buy some... underwear." I whispered the last part to him.

"Alright, fine. Call me when something happens, okay?"

"Of course, I'll call you as soon as I finish shopping." I informed him shooting him a smile as I walked to the other direction.

I looked back after a minute and I made sure that Fred wasn't following me. When I was sure that he wasn't following me, I made my way out of the mall and cross the road.

I walked to the police station which was a block away from the mall according to the Internet. When I found it, I entered nervously.

There was an officer behind the counters. He was talking to the phone so I figured I shouldn't disturbed him. I walked to the front of the counter and waited for him. When he was finished he jotted something on a notebook and glanced at me.

"How may I help you?" He asked softly with his accent.

"Um... I'm looking for uh.... Um..." I stuttered. Why an I nervous? If this plan worked, I'll be able to get Tristan back without any of my friends getting hurt.

"I don't have all day, ma'am." He said impatiently.

"I'm sorry. Listen, I'm just trying to find this person but I don't know who he is. Although, I do remember his face. Is it okay if I look through your 'Wanted' list?" I asked him pleadingly.

He eyed me suspiciously then he answered, "No!" He declared going back to work.

"Please!" I begged him. "You're the only one who can help me. Just help me find him. If you don't, he will surely kill me and my friends." I informed him and he quickly snap his head in my direction.

"This is not a joke, missy." He said seriously.

"I'm not joking. If I were, then you could put me in prison now!" I said with determination. I wasn't joking or lying. I know I was telling the truth. Although, I'm scared to go to jail. "But please don't." I added.

He sighed. "I'm sorry, but everything's confidential."

"Please!" I pleaded showing him my puppy eyes. He sighed again and I knew he was having second thoughts but I knew he was giving in.

"Follow me." He led me to a room full of filing cabinets. He sat on the edge of table in the middle of the room. "Do you know anything about the person you are talking about? Anything specific?" He asked.

"I think he's a member of a gang. He had tons of piercings on his face." I tried explaining as he looked at me weirdly.

"Well, we'd been trying to prison this gang." He went to a filing cabinet and took out a huge binder. "All the members are in here. There are more gangs in the city though, but we'd been looking for them for ages." He handed me the file as I accepted in.

I opened the binder and the first person was the person I was looking for. He had the same aura of a bad boy.

"This is him." I told the officer pointing at the picture. He looked at the picture and a scowl entered his face.

"Calvin Domingo. The leader of the gang. Are you sure this the guy?" He asked me.

"Yeah. Listen, I need your help. I have a plan."

"I can't just help you. I don't even know what the case is."

"This guy had been threatening me that he will kill my friends. He even raid our apartment." I explained to him desperate for his help.

"You were the one that they attacked?!"

"Yes, now will you help me or not? You're my only hope, please?" I begged as he nodded hesitantly.