Under Arrest (Multiship)

~Chapter 20~

———Cross's POV———

I was in my office busy running through some calls from my home country and several minor cases that were left lying around. I sipped on my coffee as my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Cross get your ass over here at the café," I heard Geno's demanding voice over the line.

"What. Why?" I asked.

"It's an emergency. I'm following this car which has something to do with the criminals," Geno said quickly. I also heard that he was running which means it's serious.

"Alright. I'll be there in a sec," I put my phone down and strapped my knife to my back as I rushed out of the building and to the café.

I waited patiently outside the café, looking around for any suspicious activities. That's when I saw Geno running towards me.

"Woah dude. What's happening?" I asked as I helped Geno to sit down from all the running.

"These guys came up in a car while I was with Fresh and just basically abducted him!" Geno exclaimed. Wait a minute. Several men going in a car and kidnapping people. Where have I heard this criminal from...

"Do you know the number plate?" I asked.

"Yes. I have my laptop in my bag but we can't go back to the police station in case they hack through my laptop and find out that the police are onto them. That'll make things worse,"

"Great. Let's do this,"

We went inside as Geno handed me his laptop. He types in the number plate as I searched through all the car companies to see whether they sold a customised number plate which was the same as what Geno mentioned.

"Bingo. The person that was sold to was called....Johnson James?" I said surprised. That doesn't sound like a real name. Suddenly Geno snatched the computer and typed in something.

"Of course I was right. That's not his name. There's no one here with that name!"

"Let's check the cams. Where were you when it happened?"

"We were on the east side of the park,"

I quickly clicked out of the tab and went onto the cams. There were only three cameras and Geno pointed at the one which was closest to where he was.

We looked at the cam for a while until I saw Geno and Fresh walking down the street. Then we both noticed the car that was slowly edging up behind them, which they both noticed and ran off. I sped up the cam and saw the same car whiz off in the opposite direction.

"We gotta follow that car," Geno said. As he randomly clicked on nearby cams to see if the car was there. Thankfully the car was in all the cameras we've looked at and they all lead to one place.

"It's ironic that the rich guy always kidnaps people because he wants to talk with them," I commented.

"Haha... uh Cross? That's Fresh's dad..."

"What?! I clearly saw the camera correctly! It looked as if they were actually kidnapping him!"

"Me too. Fresh mentioned that there wasn't a good relationship between him and his father. He only ever talks with his only sibling-," Geno cut his sentence midway as I looked at him warily.

"Fresh has a sibling?"

"I..uh.. no??"

"Seriously Geno?"

"Ok geez fine. It's Error. The only reason why I didn't tell was the fact that he saved me from the rest of his criminal gang who were about to kill me and leave my dust at your doorstep,"

"That's a lot to take in..."

"Well you have to deal with it. Come on. We're going undercover to that mansion,"

———Fresh's POV———

I was pushed out of the car as I looked at the giant mansion that he lived in. For all these years he spent his money on useless items like this instead of supporting our family. I gritted my teeth as they nudged me inside and to the living room.

I saw the magnificent walls covered in beautiful paintings which stood out from the light. But I couldn't fully sink in its beauty from the overflowing hate from who I was about to meet.

I stepped through the massive doors to see the man himself and a very phased Error who was standing several feet away from him.

"Hello Fresh. Long time no see," he said in his usual unrad tone. I just sighed and went over to Error. "Well that's rude. Why don't you greet your father?" He talked back, trying to irritate me even further.

"Diddly darn won't talk to ya after all those unrad doings ya did,"

"Still have that idiotic 90s accent. This is why your my least favourite," he scoffed. I was almost about to rage on this guy before Error stopped me from doing so.

"If you won't fucking mind, can we leave? If you just wanted to see us for your humour, I'll gladly leave along with Fresh and the gang," Error growled.

"Nah. You're not excused. Besides, there's still one more person..." I looked at Error questioningly as his face relaxed a bit. "What do you know? She's right here," he said pointing towards the door. The doors swung open to reveal a woman wearing her favourite green jumper. She has bright neon pink hair and her pale skin stood out.

"Mom..?"

She opened her mouth to speak but I already tacklers her into a hug as I silently sobbed in her chest. Error couldn't even comprehend his words properly as he stood in awe.

"Now now. Let's cut the mushy family stuff, I have business to do with your mother. Especially on what's she's hiding," I looked up as I wiped my tears, anger taking over sadness.

"I'm not hiding anything from you,"

"Very funny woman. What are you hiding? There's no way you'd send your children to New York for no reason,"

"Yeah. I had no money to support for both of them since you left us so suddenly!"

"I had dreams which you didn't want me to pursue! I had the right to leave!"

"Criminal activities aren't the best choice to show children!"

"Remember this. I'm still your husband and you're my wife. You listen to me and you tell me stuff when I ask to!" The argument was getting heated every word. I stepped back in fear as Error stood in front of me.

"Why should I tell you things when you left me without telling!"

"Fine! I guess I'll have to find out the hard way. Escort these three to their respective rooms. Make sure to lock all windows and doors so that they don't escape,"

"You can't imprison us over a secret!" I shouted.

"Your in no place to say that. I only came here to find a worthy child to pass over all my heirs but you can't be trusted with it. So be it, I'll strip you of your money and relive the world of when you were young,"

Several men packed into the room as they surrounded us three.

I hope there is a miracle