Chapter 8

This is it lovely readers, the final instalment of my little book "Stolen". Thank you so much to all of you who have read it and left such lovely comments. I really hope you enjoy the last chapter and if you have any unanswered questions please feel free to message me.

Once again Thank you. The next mini book is already in process and I will let you all know when it is out.

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"What the hell.....What.....Why?" she stammered not quite believing her eyes "What's the hell is going on?"
"I'm so sorry Catherine" he soothed
"Don't you dare call me that, my name is Mia now" she spat her words in his face.
"Now now" he said and pulled a reel of cord from behind his back.

Mia tried to fight, tried to struggle but was overpowered by this strong powerful man she had once known and loved with every piece of her soul. He tied her hands together and gently placed a piece of tape over her mouth.

"You will listen to me Catherine and you will listen well" he whispered into her left ear.
"Now" he begun "I will start at the beginning, I owe you that much.......... I loved you with all of my heart Catherine and slightly misjudged your intelligence. I would of married you and we would of had a happy existence with you having no knowledge of my other life" Mia's eyes widened in disbelief at what she was being forced to hear.

"The problem was you got nosey, really nosey. Questions after questions about my father and brothers deaths. I begged you to stop but you wouldn't and when you started to question their accidents, well that was the last straw. It was me you see Catherine, me who ordered their hits" he laughed as he retold his sick and twisted story. Greg poured himself a large scotch and drank it in one go wincing at the sharp taste.

"They held me back so much and wanted no part of the amazing empire I was building. They threatened to reveal everything I had worked so hard for. All the targets we had taken out for the good of society for clients, all the cover ups and lies that had been told. That's when I came up with the plan, the plan that could kill 3 birds with one stone" he laughed again "Literally".

"My father was easy, a fat over eater who drank to much and thought he was some big shot. My brother was even easier, he had more drinking convictions than anyone I knew so when he drove his flashy car straight off of a mountain nobody batted a eyelid. The story about them being part of a big Mafia cartel was built by me to make sure you were scared enough to comply." Greg looked pleased with himself and Mia could barely breath as she listened trying to recognise this monster that stood before her.

"Then it was just a case of tipping you over the edge and what better way to do this than fake my own death on the eve before our impending marriage." The final unbelievable pieces of the puzzle were slotted into place as Greg paced up and down the office.

Mia wanted to put her fingers in her ears and block this horrific story from her mind. Tears poured down her face stinging her cheeks and silent sobs throbbed in her throat. A wave of nausea swept over her and the room seemed to spin. Greg slapped her face again and Mia glared at him through her agony. "Come on now Mia, you are made of stronger stuff than that. I know you are because we trained you" he said whilst wiping her face with a hankie. Mia twisted her head away and shut her eyes tightly.

"I had to make sure you would never find out but I just couldn't bring myself to have you killed. Don't you see Mia, this was the only way and funnily enough it has almost been like we have been together. It has been me that has instructed you each time, me that organised everything for you to live a charmed life. I've watched you grow into a powerful woman"  Greg looked like he actually believed what he was saying and that he had in fact done Mia a favour. He poured himself yet another Scotch and greedily drank it in one go.

"Eventually we would of let you go to live your life in peace, safe in the knowledge that we had all of your ....shall we say...Indiscretions here on this memory stick." he lifted a USB stick up and waved it around to show her then placed it in a briefcase he had on a chair.

"That's why I have brought you here tonight, admittedly it is a little sooner than I anticipated but with all of your snooping in the records office I figured it was only a matter of time before you discovered the truth. And once you had bumped into Mummy I knew it was time to bring you in" He knelt down beside her, his face closing in on hers.

It was him, everything she had ever believed had been a lie. All the painful surgery and the forced separation from her family had all been for nothing. Greg butted in on her thoughts..."Tonight my darling, you have a choice you see.....A very important choice." Mia stared at Greg in confusion.
"You can go now from here tonight to a new life, a new start where you must never look back. Nobody else in The Institute knows of this and seeing as there is nobody above me nobody ever will. The one stipulation is that you will forget everything you have ever known and done. The minute I feel you are getting nosey again then Mummy might be paid a little visit from me" Mia kicked out with her free leg and Greg laughed. "You always were a little minx Catherine". Greg stood up and walked across the room to the briefcase and pulled out a gun.

"The other option should you chose not to take the generous offer of a new life up is a slightly more difficult one. I will put one bullet into your head and we can call it a day, Now then little one...What's it to be....I've laid all my cards on the table and told you everything" He was beside her again and ran his hand up her leg then started to unbutton her shirt "We could......You know...Always catch up for old times sake too" Mia thought she was going to throw up but managed to hold it down. She nodded and raised her eyes in the only way she knew how to win him over.

Greg gently pulled the tape from her mouth and Mia took a much needed deep breath. "Oh Greg...Why have you done this to us. It didn't have to be this way, I would of understood if you had just confided in me. We could of run the operation together and been the most powerful couple in the world. I still love you Greg as much as I did back then, it doesn't matter what has happened. You only did it for my own good. Please darling, I just want to hold you" Greg looked taken aback by this unexpected revelation and a frown appeared on his forehead. He studied Mia's face and then bent down kissing her hard on her mouth. Mia responded and she felt the familiar feeling of Greg's mouth on hers. He snipped the ties from behind her back and Mia placed her arms around Greg's neck. The smell of Scotch on his breath was overpowering and Mia wondered how many he had actually had. Their kissing got more and more passionate and Mia could tell that he was putty in her hands.........Men....She thought.....Honestly, what a dumb son of a bitch he really was.

Mia issued a powerful kick to Greg's groin and smacked him hard in the nose. Blood splattered across his face as he dropped like a stone to the floor in complete agony. "YOU BITCH" he screamed. "I'm only what you created" Mia replied. "Now its my turn to speak you spineless bastard" she shouted.

She thought about all the horrific times she had spent recovering from surgery, all the lonely nights spent alone whilst laying awake torturing herself about all the murders she had committed. How could another human being do this to someone, how could she of been so blind. Before she could speak Greg lunged at her knocking her into the desk, Mia gasped for breath as he winded her. A sharp pain pierced her chest as he punched her in the ribs, then his hands were around her throat. Mia grasped for something to defend herself with but everything was going blank, her windpipe felt like a straw that had been pinched shut at the top.

Suddenly she felt something cold, long and sharp, a letter opener was within her reach. She curled her fingers around it and stabbed it hard into the side of Greg's neck. He stumbled backwards towards the window holding his throat a gurgling noise escaping his mouth as he stared in disbelief at what Mia had done. Blood poured down his shirt and dripped onto the floor, Mia grabbed the gun she had been holding earlier and pointed it at him,  she fired it but with her head still swimming she missed him instead shattering the window. She tried to fire again but something was jamming the barrel.

Then something happened, time almost stood still like it was giving her the opportunity to think about what would happened next...................................................


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OK lovely people....Here's where it gets interesting.....I have a slight dilemma....I have 2 endings...And you are going to decide which one you like best. So without further ado...Here they are.


ENDING 1.

She stared for a long time at Greg, the man she had trusted, loved and even worshipped. The way she saw it she had no choice in what happened next, her life was over whether she lived or died.

Suddenly she found herself running almost charging at Greg, she put all of her weight into knocking him off his feet and then.............The sound of more glass shattering filled the room.

Then a scream.....His scream followed by a silence she had never experienced. The wind rushed past her face and she watched as Greg fell, his face filled with terror. She knew she was falling too but felt nothing but peace, Mia shut her eyes and prepared to meet her own end. Finally she was free of this existence, free of all the loneliness, guilt and pain. She took one last look at Greg .....

"Till Death Us Do Part My Darling" was Mia Campbell's last ever thought.

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ENDING 2.


She stared for a long time at Greg, the man she had trusted, loved and even worshipped. The way she saw it she had no choice in what happened next. Suddenly she found herself running almost charging at Greg, she issued a well trained sideways kick and he toppled backwards. Then the sound of more shattering glass filled the room, it all went in slow motion as Greg just kind of disappeared out of the broken window. A scream broke the silence that followed as Mia came too from the trance like state she had been in. Then screams of horror in the distance came next as Mia realised Greg must of met the pavement below. She felt pity for the people that had witnessed it and the terrible nightmares that would haunt them forever. Mia knew she had about 8 minutes before she needed to get the hell out of there and she had to get out of there fast but there was something she had to do first.

The plane had started its decent, Mia had taken only what she needed and stupidly Greg had bought all the relevant paperwork with him in his briefcase to Neville Dawson's office. He had meant it when he had offered her a new life and Mia had all the money and documents in her bag and more importantly the USB stick. Where she was going nobody would ask any questions, they would just be happy that someone was coming to their island to create jobs.

She looked at her new passport, what sort of name was Sophia Jenkins...Honestly....That man had no imagination.

One day she would go back, back to her Mother and try and convince her that it had all been a terrible lie. But that day was a long time in the future. She would just have to wait until the dust had settled and the second inquest into the death of Greg had finished.

It would tell a story of a man that had coldly and brutally murdered his father and brother, faked his own death in order to be the most powerful man ever only to suffer a breakdown after assassinating Mr Dawson. He then threw himself off of the 26th floor of a high rise office building after being intoxicated and racked with guilt and not able to take any more.

The inquest would know all of this as Greg had left a suicide note admitting everything including information about all the murders and more importantly all the kids that had been coerced into becoming assassins for The Institute.....He obviously hadn't written this himself but after years of being with the same man as well as the training she had had in forgery it had been a breeze to write a quick detailed note herself. The Institute would be discovered and many arrests would be made as well as many young men and women being freed.

Mia put her head back and shut her eyes tightly as the plane touched down. This was it, her new start and she was going to live it to the full.

THE END

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