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backed up and pointed his pistol at her as if he was no longer in control of what his hands and feet were doing.
    She attempted to talk with her eyes being big and shaking her head and making a sort of muffled screaming noise. No. Please don’t! Please don’t kill me, she thought.
    “I’m sorry,” and with that he shot her in the forehead. Octa watched him leave the room.

Chapter Twelve
    Juan hurried out of the room and retrieved the hidden suitcase. He could barely think anymore, but he sent a text message on the kidnapper’s number just like they had instructed him. His mind was still rushing, trying to get Octa’s face out of his mind when the criminal replied with the details of the location he was supposed to come to.
    He sped up as he tried to consider the evidence he was leaving behind. “I had to save my son, and I was only trying to save my son,” he murmured, but no amount of reasons could justify what he had just done. Worst comes to worst, and I’ll end up in jail. At least Aaron will be safe and alive .
    Emotions poured in on Juan. He couldn’t believe how things had turned out; he had killed his brother, his blood. Flashes of memories from his childhood passed in front of his eyes as he drove way over the speed limit. He realized he had blocked all the good things about his elder brother out of his mind since he had developed feelings for Amy. He had despised him, because Octa was always a better man than him.
    He was closing in on the location when the kidnapper called.
    “Change of plans,” said a coarse voice at the other end of the line.
    The kidnapper told him he had to deliver the ransom to a different location, because it was not safe where he was. Without even considering the fact that the kidnapper might be manipulating him, he agreed hastily. He couldn’t wait any longer to see his son. He had never even imagined himself committing all these crimes, and if he did get caught, which was highly unlikely, he wanted to see his son before he went away to pay for his crimes.
    Juan reached the specified location and found a black Jeep parked in the rubble of an old, abandoned building. He got out of his car and slowly walked toward the masked men who were standing by the jeep. They were talking in hushed tones, but Juan couldn’t hear. They saw Juan approaching, and they gained their composure and walked toward him.
    “Where’s my son?” Juan asked bitterly
    “He’s upstairs,” one of the masked men said, pointing toward the second floor of the old, devastated building that barely had any walls anymore. A small form was bound to a pillar; he recognized his shoes. Aaron looked unconscious, but he was sitting up with his back against the pillar. Juan handed the suitcase over to one of the men. He had counted the sum he had managed to obtain and stacked the extra cash under the passenger seat of his car.
    The masked men eagerly checked the contents of the suitcase. Satisfied, they cleared his way and got into their car. Juan broke into a run and hurried up the flight of stairs. As he reached the second floor, he saw the pillar and small boy.
    “Aaron!” he called out as he rushed toward the pillar and started fumbling with the ropes. As he loosened the knots, Aaron’s body slumped toward the ground lifelessly. His face was covered with a black cloth so he wouldn’t be able to see anything.
    “Aaron! Aaron can you hear me?” Juan sobbed as he tried to free his son from the constraints of the rope.
    He took off the cloth covering Aaron’s face and couldn’t believe what he saw. His son’s face was bashed in and purple from bruises. There were severe wounds on his temples and his neck, and his body slumped into Juan’s lap.
    Juan couldn’t keep himself together. He let out a loud cry, holding his son’s lifeless body in his arms, screaming till his lungs gave up and he slumped into unconsciousness.

    Juan awoke in a hospital ward, surrounded by nurses and patients. A crippled man