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Webbonso- A Little Trust Part 3

And here is the last part !

About an hour later, Fernando was back in the cell. Mark was still in the other room. So Fernando was alone with his thoughts. He couldn't stop thinking. Was he doing the right thing? Was Mark really worth the sacrifice? He was almost certain he'd die anyway. There were no ways they'd let him leave once they had the documents. But if he didn't bring them, they'd kill him too. The only thing he could still save was Mark. And even then, he wasn't sure they would keep their promise once he was dead and the files were destroyed.

Or he could take a risk. He could find a way to warn Di Montezemolo, Felipe or anyone at work, then arrange something with the police to free both of them. And Sebastian and Christian would be caught red handed.

He needed to think about that. Maybe there was a way. He knew he could find something to warn someone without anyone else knowing.

. . .

In the middle of the night, Sebastian's men came to the cell again. They took him to the larger room where Mark still was. Horner was sitting in front of the table, exactly like the first time. Mark looked exhausted. His head had fallen backward and was resting at a weird angle against the wall. He was breathing heavily. When Fernando entered the room, the Aussie looked at him. He smiled softly and warmed Fernando's heart. Apart from the dry blood under his nose, he looked okay.

"Last debrief before you leave." Started Christian. "This is the phone you'll have to use. If you don't keep it with you, and we'll know if you don't, then Mark will pay the price. You'll wear those clothes," He said while pointing at a pile on the side. "And you'll contact us when you have everything. Someone will come to pick you up and bring you back here. Everything is clear?"

"Perfectly clear." Answered Fernando.

Christian nodded. Someone uncuffed Fernando to let him put the new clothes on. Fernando knew why. They would be microphones inside, making sure he wasn't exposing them or revealing any secret. Once he was ready, he turned to Christian.

"Can I say goodbye?" He asked with a small voice.

The Brit looked up from his phone, visibly surprised by the request. He waited a few seconds before answering.

"Okay" He shrugged. "This is my day of kindness so enjoy." He added.

Fernando smiled weakly and turned to Mark. The Aussie was already smiling at him. Fernando walked to him and rested one of his hand on his waist. The other one went to cup Mark's cheek. Mark tried to hold Fernando but the bounds stopped him from doing so. He sighed annoyingly.

"It's okay" soothed Fernando.

He tiptoed lightly to align their faces. Their noses were only millimeters away. Mark leaned slightly to push their lips together. The kiss was sweet and loving. Fernando's second hand ran on Mark's torso. It gripped Mark's short curls to pull him closer and Fernando deepened the kiss. He didn't care if they were being watched. It was probably the last time they kissed anyway.

Mark could feel the despair radiating from Fernando. He knew somehow why. They had no insurance they'd have another occasion to do it. He wanted to hold Fernando, hug him tight, feel him melt in his embrace. But he couldn't. He was growing more and more frustrated.

"Okay that's enough, it's time to go."

Christian eventually said.

Fernando released Mark's lips. But he didn't let him go. He hugged him tightly.

"I'll take us outta here" he whispered in Mark's ear before pressing his lips on his cheek and stepping back.

He took another step backward. He knew it was time to go. But he couldn't take his eyes off Mark's face. Every step he took was more difficult than the last one. But he had to go. With a deep breath, he turned around and walked through the threshold. He followed the men to stairs. There, they stopped. Someone put a piece of fabric over his eyes, preventing him from seeing the way out of the complex. Then he was pushed inside a car. They drove for a while before stopping. They took the blindfold away. He was at the corner of his office's street. The door opened and he was pulled out. Someone shoved a phone in his hand. Then the door closed again and the car left.