"We should head to the studio and see if we can find anything, Mila suggested. She quickly grabbed her handbag and made her way towards the front door, Anna following closely behind.
As they stepped outside, Anna expressed her hopes. "I just hope they're still there, or at least someone who can give us some information," she muttered.
The two sisters swiftly made their way towards the sleek white and blue Porsche parked in the driveway. Mila hopped into the driver's seat while Anna settled into the passenger side. Mila revved the engine, and they sped off down the road towards Chad's studio in the heart of the city.
The studio's location drew closer. Anna and Mila exchanged glances. With the sight of the studio's familiar entrance, Mila skillfully maneuvered the car into a parking spot. Taking a deep breath, they braced themselves and cautiously stepped out, their eyes widened as they took in the scene before them. Police tape everywhere and surrounded the mangled car, evidence of the chaos that unfolded during Tristan's rampage.
Determined to find answers, they walked inside the building, their steps were halted abruptly by a stern-faced police officer, standing guard in front of the elevator. "Sorry, miss, but this is a crime scene," the officer informed them firmly, his voice laced with authority. "Nobody is allowed up there."
Anna's frustration brewing within her tried to reason with the officer. "But we're searching for people who were supposed to be up there, or may have been there last night," she pressed, her tone unwavering.
"I'm sorry, miss," the police officer stated sternly. "I cannot provide any information unless you are related to one of the victims involved in the incident that took place last night."
"One of them is my boyfriend," she admitted, then glancing at Mila, she continued, her voice trembling slightly, "Well...the other three involved are...her boyfriends."
The police officer's frown deepened as he looked at Mila, confusion apparent in his expression. He paused for a moment processing the unexpected revelation. "Well, oookkaayy then," he finally responded, his voice filled with uncertainty. "We may have a problem because, according to the records, there were only three individuals involved in the incident last night. So, either your boyfriend is missing miss or one of your boyfriends is missing."
"Excuse me, officer," Mila interrupted, her voice urgent. "We need this information quickly. Please, find someone who can help us."
The officer nodded, "Yes mam, I will find the detective for you, please wait here." He assured them.
Moments later, a man with a focused and professional demeanor introduced himself. "Morning, I'm Detective Han, miss...."
"Mila, my name is Mila, and this is my sister Anna," Mila replied. "Please, tell us what happened here. We need to know."
Detective Han paused, assessing the situation. "First, I need to verify if you have any relation to the victims. I also require some form of identification before I can disclose any information," he explained, maintaining his careful approach.
As Mila and detective Han is busy verifying everything. Anna's keen observation skills kicked in. Her eyes homed in on the small writing adorning the detective's fingers. A wave of recognition washed over her, and she gently nudged Mila, directing her attention to the intriguing tattoos.
"Alright, everything looks good now, Let's get you upstairs to the victims," Detective Han said to the twins and the three of them began to make their way toward the elevator. As they rode up, Detective Han took the opportunity to explain the harrowing events that had unfolded the previous night. "We received a distress call reporting a bomb explosion in this building," he recounted. "Upon arrival, we witnessed several individuals dressed in black ninja suits descending....
"It must be the same people," Mila uttered unexpectedly.
"What?" both Anna and the detective asked together.
"Oh...nothing, carry on detective."
"Anyway," he continued. "They disappeared into the shadows, unfortunately we couldn't apprehend them in time. They managed to escape
Reaching the top floor, the trio was greeted by a scene of chaos. The air was thick with smoke, and small flames still licked at the charred remnants of what was once a vibrant space. Firefighters still scrambling around to tend to the remains of the fire and to the injured figures strewn across the studio.
Stepping through the studio door, the twins braced themselves. Mila and Anna's mouths fell open in shock as they surveyed the destruction before them. The roof was completely gone, and not even a window remained intact. Detective Han directed their attention towards the three unconscious men.
Phoenix! Babe, are you okay?" Anna cried out, her voice filled with concern. She rushed over to him, dropping to her knees and gently stroking his hair, locking eyes with him, she pressed, "Just look at you, what happened to you, baby?"
Phoenix that just regained his consciousness, trembled as he recounted the terrifying ordeal. "It was a nightmare, Anna. Bad men stormed in from all directions. Darkness engulfed us, and then there was an explosion. Something hit me on my head."
Meanwhile, Mila kneeled beside Alfonso and Chad who also regained their consciousness she surveyed their beaten appearances. Concern etched on her face, her voice filled with worry. "Are you guys alright? You both look terrible. And where is Tristan?"
"We don't know where Tristan is, the moment those men came Tristan disappeared, we tried to fight and we tried to find him, but we couldn't, we did everything we could, sorry Mila, Alfonso sighed, feeling every bit of pain that ran through his body.
Thank you, and It's okay Alfonso, I know you did, I'm just glad that you and Chad are still here and alive," Mila said with relief her eyes full of gratitude.
Detective Han approached them, catching her attention. "Mila," he called stepping closer to her. "We have all the information and statements we need from you and the guys. You can take them home now."
Mila nodded, "Thank you, detective."
Detective Han paused for a moment before speaking again. "Actually, before you go, I need your information as well."
Mila furrowed her brows slightly, "Why detective?"
"For future reference..."
"Alright," she said cutting him off.
As they made their way back home, Mila stole glances at Chad every now and then. He sat in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed straight ahead. There was an air of silence surrounding him., a heaviness that weighed on his heart.
Once they arrived at the beach house, Mila and Anna helped the three guys out of the car and guided them into the house. Chad finally breaking the silence spoke up. "I'm going to take a shower," he announced, heading towards the spare room.
Anna chimed in, "I will help Phoenix to freshen up as well," and they made their way towards Anna's room.
Mila's concern for the boy's well-being was evident, but Alfonso reassured her. "I'll be fine, Mila. Don't worry about me. All that matters is that your still safe," he said, moving closer and embracing her tightly. "I'm going to take a shower. Go get some rest. It was a hectic morning," he said and made his way to the other spare room to freshen up.
As Mila walked into her room and closed the door, she was pressed against the wall, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. "Again, you and me and the wall."
"Of course, cupcake, have you missed me..." Tristan asked with a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"Just shut up and kiss me, Tristan."
Tristan's lips came crashing down on Mila's and they kissed wildly, Tristan lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked them over to her bed while he undressed her, and he throw her on the bed. Tristan looked down, "You're wearing my favorite panties," he growled.
"Why are you still standing there?" Mr. Chan, take them off." she whispers.
"Behave my little cupcake, you are such a tease," he says.
"You know my mischief will not be managed," She curtly let him know.
Tristan slid his tongue over the seam of his lips. "Oo...you're playing with fire little cupcake, you're in for the ride of your life,"
Mila took control and slowly slide off her panties revealing her wetness dripping on the silk sheets.
Tristan gasped as he stood before her, his last bit of control he tried to hold broke, and he lowered himself on her and kissed her as passion flowed freely between them. "Don't move," he said as his hand moved in between her legs, feeling her wetness. His touch blinding Mila's thoughts and she opens fully up to him. "Good girl," was his response. You're all mine now...he said, his strong hands keep his word invading Mila's senses, he positioned his manhood at her entrance, and with one hard thrust he entered, and she moaned in his mouth.
"You drive me crazy, do you know that, Mila?" he said without removing his mouth from her mouth.
"Mmmmm...." she moaned while he kept teasing her, in...out...in...out thrusting slowly, "you're torturing me, Tristan, come on give it to me."
That afternoon Mila and Tristan made love more times than any normal person can hold but they loved it and just went on and on.
I think we must rest Tristan because I think I won't be able to walk for a week.
"Okay but just let me lie like this," he said he laid on top of her but was resting on his arms so that all his weight wasn't on top of her.
Mila sensed something was wrong. "What are you not telling me, Tristan?"
Tristan sighed and he closed his eyes so that Mila couldn't see the sadness, "I need to go away for a while again." he admitted
Panic washed over Mila "What, no... Tristan, please don't go," she pleaded, her voice trembling with fear. "I can't lose you again."
Tristan bent down and gave her a soft kiss and then he said. "Just remember, my life and love will still go on in your heart and your mind, it will stay with you for all of time and then I hope there's someone out there to watch over you, but I promise you this Mila I will find a way to make it back to you my love..."