Cam's pov

The guy in the driver's seat made a call.

"We're on our way. We have the girl," he said into the phone. I wondered about that. Which girl? I mean no offense to Mrs. Goode or anything but she wasn't a girl she was a woman. Was their main goal to get me? If it was, why? Was their goal to take everything important in Zach's life away? If it was, why?

I didn't know the answers to these questions but I hoped we wouldn't find out the hard way. That's when the car was stopped. We were yanked out ruffly. I was dragged into a cell. I was shackled to a chair and blind folded. I heard a man come in. The way my skin tingled when he walked in told me it was scar face.

"Hello, Cameron," the guy said, his voice like nails on a chalk board. I stayed silent, figuring it was the best way to go.

"Do you know why we want you?" he asked me and I could hear him come closer to me. I shook my head, no.

"Well, you know your husband. You see we want to ruin his life, then we want to kill him. Now, I know you're last name really isn't Reese and I know it's not Goode. I do know that your husbands last name is Goode," he told me coming close enough that I could feel his breath.

"Why?" I breathed unable to understand why they would want to do this to Zach. Did they even know him? Did they even care?

"Well, you see I have this psychic who told me this story. Well you see I believe in that sort of stuff because my mother was one, a very good one. And well my psychic told me this good son was going to destroy my business and then kill me. Maybe not kill me literally but I would die in jail. It took forever to figure out what she was talking about. I finally figured it out. You see Jason and Amy Goode had a son. So I figured out who the Goode son was." scar face said to me as I felt a cold smooth sharp blade against my throat. My heart started pounding. I prayed, I rarely do that, but I did it then.

Zach's pov

I was going in circles looking for the black SUV. It was useless I couldn't find it anywhere. That's when I saw it a black SUV. I didn't know if it was the right license plate but it was worth a shot. I stopped the car and we all got out. Bex informed Agent Cameron about it. We walked up to the building. I picked the lock just like I had done with the cars. We went in, if we knocked they would know we were here. If someone asked us how we got in we would say, "Oh, sorry wrong building. The door was unlocked." We walked around. I noticed a secret door.

I put my finger to my lips, motioning for them to be quiet. I opened the door and I saw a set of stairs. We walked down quietly. That's when I saw the cell and the horrible man Damian had described. He had a knife at Cammie's throat. I resisted the urge to go and throw him away from her. But he was talking about psychics and that was what really confused me. Why would he believe a psychic? He wanted to ruin my life on a psychics word? How lame is that? Pretty lame. I showed Bex and Macey the scene. Bex smiled.

"Let's do this," she whispered so quietly I had to read her lips to understand her. I nodded and went down behind the guy with the scar. I lifted the gun I had and put it to the back of his head.

"I heard you were trying to destroy my life and kill me before I could do it to you," I said in a menacing voice. The man laughed and I saw Cam shiver slightly.

"Awe, you are the boy who's come to ruin my business and throw me in prison," evil guy said.

"Hmm…maybe I'll just kill you. After all you did capture both my parents and now my girlfriend/wife," I told him trying to control my rage. At least I had found them, I thought.

Cam's pov

They found us. But Zach was sounding not like Zach. He wanted to kill scar face, I knew. But he couldn't, he just needed to put him in prison. I tried getting out of the shackles but it was no use. They were metal. Scar face still had the knife at my throat. I heard Zach cock the gun and I heard scar face wince in pain.

"Zach don't!" I screamed afraid he would do it. If he did he would most likely go to prison or jail and I couldn't bare that. Or when he did the knife would cut into my throat and I would bleed out. I knew Zach wouldn't be able to bare that.

"Why not?" he asked me his voice shaking with anger, fear, and another emotion that I couldn't place. I sighed wishing I wasn't blind folded.

"If you do, you'll most likely go to prison, unless you run for the rest of your life. You would lose everything if you did that," I told him, hoping he would use the logic of it. He sighed and I heard him hit something and something heavy fell on the floor. I figured it was scar face. I hoped it was scar face.

A/N: What'd you think? Was it good? Sorry I haven't updated in a while but I was busy. I was thinking of just leaving you an authors note but I figured you'd appreciate a chapter more, so I hope you like it. Besides I hate when there's an author's note and not a chapter. I wanted to be fair and give you a chapter. So I did. :) I will probably be busy a lot lately. I have a ton of books to read. I'm going to try and read a book a day and then if I have time update. So if you don't see another chapter for a while, I'm sorry. I'll try to update when I can. Thanks for reading. Please review! :)