Dylan's Pride

"That was such a relief, Mr. Nacua. You're not letting your guard down." I heaved an abrupt sigh, ejecting the cold air that was stuck in my throat after getting choked by him.

He almost got me there. I even thought of dying at that time when I could see it in his eyes, the burning rage, and the urge to kill.

"Don't trust me, but will you trust your son?" I continued, 'His life right now, is in danger, and he needs you. But in order to do that, we need to get you out of this place by filing a motion of reconsideration."

Mr. Nacua piqued my interest as his rage slowly melted. So I ordered the police officers to let of him. I needed him to trust me with everything for us to make an agreement or demand.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

Because I was not fully equipped with the case, I let my two lawyers talk to him - explain everything about the process. And to make sure he had something to hold against me, I asked him his demands.

We promised him and Ju