Note: I can't believe it... the unfolding of this story's drama is finally here. The chapter is short, but I didn't want to write something overly dramatic because you know my style is more raw and casual, so I wanted to stay true to myself and let you feel the events instead of pushing pretty words on you.

So, here we are... I hope I did justice to this story. I'm finally pleased with this chapter (something was off since I started it but it resided in an event that I finally changed so I have to change the next chapters accordingly (nothing is changed in the plot or the rest of what will happen, just some added stuff and character interaction). Now it finally feels right :)
You'll understand what I mean in next chapter ;)

There are 3 more chapters (maybe 4 since I will be adding bits) and then it's over, for real. And yes, there will be hot stuff because after so long, you deserve a treat if you're still reading me aha! They will be posted next week.

If you need something to read after TSFMS, I'll be back to Mello of Love next and will complete it.

Oh, and, Peach (reviewer) no need to tell me that my hectic schedule will make me lose readers, it's pretty unrespectful to give lessons, as sugar coated as they are. I appreciate that you follow me, I love my readers, but I'm also very respectful of them by always finishing my stories, and I expect the same from them regarding my way of dealing with my stories. If there's no update, then it just hasn't been possible. No hard feelings, just wanted to put things back at their place (not meaning to be a bitch, I know I can be a little too straightforward, but I'm sure you won't mind me being as "honest" with my feelings as you were in your review.)

Mello
We had been driving for quite some time now, and I was starting to feel really uncomfortable. I hadn't been in a seated position like that for so long that I didn't think I could stand it any longer. I couldn't even shift a little to make it better because of my leg plasters. And anyway it still hurt when I moved.
"We're almost there." Andreas said suddenly, probably noticing my discomfort. And indeed, the car pulled into an underground parking area.
The building I had briefly seen before we disappeared in the tunnel didn't mean anything to me, it didn't seem to be a hotel, there was no sign on it, so I assumed it was a bunch of FBI offices or something along those lines.

The parking was totally empty, which was a bit weird. I would have thought that with such a big building there would be a lot of cars parked here... I could hear the sound of the engine echoing, and it was stupid but it gave me goosebumps because it sounded like a ghost place.

I was happy to get out of the car and back into my wheelchair, which was still technically sitting but it hurt less, at least. I barely had time to scan around for a better look that another car arrived and screeched to a halt a few feet away from us, making me start, like everyone around me actually.

Matt
"What?" I asked the prosecutor, "What are you not telling me?"
I could feel my blood freeze, and this fucker was staying silent! If anything happened to Mihael, I think this time I would be able to kill... And I would begin with the prosecutor.
"Mail, we've got everything under control, stop worrying." His tone was a little exasperated, although he tried to mask it.
Did he really think I'd buy that?
"Yeah, you look like you don't even believe that yourself... why can't anyone just tell the truth for once?" I raised my hands, totally helpless. They probably had been lying to us the whole time, and now I had a gut feeling that they had kept me locked away not for protection but so it would be easier for them to keep Mihael and me in ignorance while they planned whatever they were doing right now.

I was scared. Scared for Mihael because he obviously wasn't safe yet, and for my parents, because suddenly, I wasn't so sure anymore who were the good guys in the story. Representing law and being a good person were two different things and nothing was telling me right now that I could trust the prosecutor.

I was really confused, but tried to calm down. Freaking out wouldn't help me keep my thoughts clear and the last thing I wanted was to have a panic attack. But as much as I was trying to think, I couldn't come up with anything. I was trapped in that police car, we were still driving... what was I supposed to do, besides despair? Jump out while the car was in motion and get killed? How helpful...
Uncaring for the other men in the car, I lit a cigarette and ignored the reprobating looks I got. I had opened the window, they should consider themselves lucky enough.

Mello
I thought I would faint when the driver exited the car that had just stopped at a small distance.
Andreas and the other guys didn't have time to reach for their guns, my mother was faster at pointing hers right at me. To be honest, I thought she would shoot right away, but she didn't. I was hanging in there, clenching the arms of my wheelchair, holding my breath, pretty sure that it would be coming at any moment. All that my mind managed to do, among all the things that could have crossed it right at that moment, was to wonder if it would be that painful.

"Don't move." she snarled at the men as they tried to circle around me to protect me, "I'm not going to kill any of you if you hand back the kid to me."
It was stupid in a moment like that, but I was happy that she referred to me as 'the kid'. No sign of being related to that bitch.

I was scared shitless. It was an understatement to say I didn't want to die, who would want to? But mostly, I was angry.
Now that my brain had decided to acknowledge the current situation, everything came pouring, flooding my head with so many emotions that it was hard to see straight.
I was mad at this woman for being an avid bitch and ruining my life and probably the life of many others, at my father for letting her do it, and at Andreas because he wasn't careful enough. I was angry that I wouldn't be able to recover and walk again, I wouldn't see Mail again, I wouldn't do all the things I wanted and spend the rest of my life with him, and all the things that were just going to waste now.
I was crying against my will, now mad at myself, too, for letting her see how much this affected me. I wanted to win this at least, but I was now also handing out my pride to her and it hurt to know that she would have stripped me from this on top of the rest...

"Do you really think you can get out of here unharmed?" Andreas shouted at her, imperceptibly trying to get closer to me, but she shot at his feet - the bitch was a good aim - forcing him to retreat and leave me exposed. My heart was hammering in my chest, all that was happening was surreal, and too concrete at the same time and I was literally shaking.

"At least he won't get out of it alive, if you try anything against me." She pointed at me with her chin, the disdain in her tone palpable, "I don't have anything to lose, I already lost everything and I'll be damned if I'm not trying to get it back."
It didn't make much sense to me, but she seemed to want me alive, maybe as an hostage or something, so she could use me as a bait or a shield... either were equally bad anyway.
"You''ll be tracked around the globe, no matter if you can escape from here, it will only be a matter of time before one of my guys put a bullet in your head and you wouldn't even see it coming."
"Stop talking and let him go. Enough of you trying to save time, I know what you're waiting for, and believe me, I have enough bullets for all of you and your backup."

Andreas grimaced, which told me we were not having the upper hand. I had expected that, indeed, there was some backup coming, but so did she, and she was prepared for it, whereas Andreas didn't seem prepared for having to fill the blanks until they arrived.
The men exchanged a look, which didn't bode well, they seemed pretty confused. Suddenly, I could hear Andreas' cell phone buzz in his pocket, but he wasn't in a position where he could take the call.
The bitch heard it too, in the silence of the parking lot, and she got even more nervous than before.
"ENOUGH!", she screamed, taking a step forward, "Come here little shit, I won't say it tw-".

Gunshots resounded in the underground parking, cutting the end of her sentence and making me close my eyes instinctively. For a brief moment I thought that she had finally decided to get rid of me, and probably everyone, but it didn't make sense with what she just said, and I could feel no pain.
The sound kept echoing against the concrete walls for a few seconds, and I opened my eyes again as they faded, obviously still alive, checking the guys around me in a panic. Still alive as well.

I took in the sight in front of me, finally, with the sudden thump of Ourakova's body falling to the ground.
I stared in disbelief at the red pool forming around her, horrified. I would have thought that seeing her fall dead would be a satisfaction, but I was simply stunned. I quickly regained my senses as the men around me finally pulled their guns from the holder, aiming at the origin of the shot.

My father was standing there, still holding the gun with both hands, out of breath, and only started to become aware of his surroundings again when Andreas called out to him to deposit his gun on the floor.
He turned to us but he didn't let the gun go, he just stared at me for a few seconds. He looked all at once exhausted, sad and relieved. He stayed silent, still trying to catch his breath.

"Mihael, I'm sorry." he said after a moment, apparently regaining his senses, "Sir," he shifted his gaze to Andreas, "You'll find a cell phone in my pocket with my confession and the names of the ones you didn't arrest already along with the charges you can retain against them, just check the recorder. All proves are on my laptop in the hotel room I occupied here in LA, and the password is Mihael's birthdate along with his real mother's maiden name."

Andreas and the other men readjusted their aim as my father's arms lowered, and that he only held the gun with a single hand, dangling at his side.
I thought that they would arrest him now, but Andreas seemed to be waiting for something. I was way too shocked to understand, although everything was so obvious...

My father's eyes were suddenly so different, "I love you, I know it's hard to believe with everything I did to you, but I hope you can be happy despite everything..."
I didn't even doubt what he said, because it was, for the first time, completely obvious that he did love me. His eyes weren't lying and I felt my gut wrench because I was all at once finally seeing what I should have always seen in his eyes, and realising what all of this was implying right now.
I never thought I would feel this way, with all the hate I had been bottling up because of him, but at this moment, nothing of what he had done counted anymore, because he was my father and he loved me and that's all I wanted from him.
He raised the gun to his head, and I was suddenly deafened by the shot.

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