Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Ethan's POV

"Don't bullshit me, cop. I have a mechanic who services my vehicles every month. I didn't have any leak. If I did, I would've smelled gasoline before leaving home with the car!"

I was in a fit of rage because this stupid cop kept telling me that the explosion was an accident caused by a leak in my gas tank. I knew damn well that I didn't have a leak. I couldn't have a leak when that car was newly bought just two weeks ago. I loved my cars as if they were my children and I gave them the best servicing in the world from top to bottom, exterior to interior.

"Mr. Hollen, calm down; we're looking into it for further investigation."

"Where's my fiancee?"

"She's just outside this door having a glass of water."

"She's pregnant and I don't want her being upset anymore. Can we leave now?"

"Yes. We'll call you when further information soon."

"Uh huh."

I stood up and went to find my woman. I had already called Luis to pick us up.

"Baby, are you alright?" I asked, rubbing her back and wiping away a single tear from her eye.

"I want to go home," she answered, softly.

"Luis is on the way. He should be here any minute now."

"I can't believe that the car exploded. What if you hadn't pulled me out in time? What if I was trapped with my seat belt and I was burned alive with the babies? What if—"

"Emma, baby, stop this. I am not going to let anything happen to you and the babies. I'm here for you now and I'm not going anywhere. Everything will be alright."

"Everything is not going to be alright! Your mother is dead, Sharon is missing, and someone is out to get us. I don't believe the explosion was an accident. You recently bought that car!"

"Shh. I know that."

"I don't feel safe in my own bed. I had a terrible nightmare last night; someone shot me in the head, Ethan! I couldn't see the person's face but a gun was raised to my head and I was shot!" she cried.

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"We have to find Sharon. We can't wait until she shows her face to us. I believe she's back and she's out for a kill," I said to Detective Sam when he came over to my house.

"Is Sharon capable of doing such?"

missing but I believe she's right under our noses, Sam.

trying to,

in both countries. She must have changed her appearance and

right about that. But even if she did, she's made it even harder for us because we won't know where to begin. There're billion

heaved a frustrated sigh and sat down on the couch with a beer.

we'll find

comfortable in my own

about going away for a

captured. I'd rather keep Emma here where there're security and alarm

then. I should head back to the station. I'll call you once I find

He left.

The leakage ran to the lighter and, when the

she had last night. She was shot to the head by an unseen face. I paced the room back and forth. She knew Sharon and she knew what Sharon looked like, so why she couldn't see her face?

we were in Italy: "There could be an inside

with Sharon, telling her our every move and intel. But

kitchen, the chef making dinner, Emma by the pool, security on the grounds, Hannah mopping the floors, Emma reading a book in the living room, Halley dusting the wall pictures, Anton talking to the other guards, the chef making pancakes, Hannah talking

just going about their

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Sharon's POV

I answered

you blew up

"Of course I did."

the police and now Ethan is zeroing in on you. If he

not going to

connections to find you within a day. Why did you even came back

does. After

up. I know what I am

the plan and get intel. Keep me posted. And, if you screw me over, I'll

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Emma's Nightmare

like I could have these children any day, any time. For some reason, Ethan wasn't at my side. Maybe he was running late at the office or  downstairs getting me

went to use the toilet. I heard the door creak open.

I'm in here!" I called as

or call to me first. I started to panic as a dreadful cold feeling came over me. The twins were kicking up a storm. I held my stomach and made my way out the

"Ethan?" I whispered. 

the image of someone standing there dressed in black, but their eyes were white