Chapter 63 Falling into a Trap
An hour earlier, when Angela left Bryce's apartment for the location, she called the man.
"Hello," Angela said on the call, throwing all caution to the wind.
"Hello Angela," came the man's deep voice, which scared Angela, but she was determined to know who was behind her parents' deaths.
"I am on my way," Angela informed him, her breathing becoming unsteady.
"Good, I will wait for you with all the documents. Like I said, the person is very close to you," the man said, giving Angela the creeps.
"Okay," Angela said and ended the call.
Angela sat in the cab, wondering if she should see this man and take Mrs William's advice and let it go. After thinking for a while, she concluded she wanted to know. The cab pulled over at the end of an apartment. Angela paid the cab driver and got down scanning her environment. The way she was turning and looking around, it almost looked like someone was trying to sneak into the apartment.
The small gate was opened by a man, and Angela looked around again and slowly walked through it.
"Are you the one who called me?" Angela asked, staring at the man in uniform.
"No, my boss did. He is expecting you. To ensure you are not carrying anything that would harm my boss. You will have to change your clothes into ones that have been provided for you," the man said, and Angela frowned.
"Here, go in there and change," the security man said to Angela, handed a bag to her and pointed to a building whose door was slightly open.
Angela accepted the bag and slowly walked towards the building. She had come too far to leave without answers on what happened that night. She ended up in the room and realised it was a single room. She removed the dress from the bag and frowned. It was a spaghetti straps bodycon PU leather sexy club party cocktail dress. Ruched sleeveless red latex mini dress. She stared at the dress and finally put it on. She put on the strapped six-inch heel slippers, and she looked like she was out to seduce the man. She put her dress into the bag she had earlier removed the seductive dress, picked up her purse and exited the room.
The security man stared at her in awe, not realising he was drooling over her. He quickly snapped out of it and led Angela into the main building. He offered Angela a seat and went to call his boss.
"Ah, Angela, you are more beautiful in person than in pictures," the man said, descending the staircase wearing a robe and holding a glass of drink.
Angela stood to her feet, staring in the direction of the man's voice. He saw the man who appeared old enough to be her father.
"You said you know who killed my parents," Angela went straight to the point.
"Relax, in due time, I will give you all that information," the man said with a sinister smile as he strode into the living room.
"First, have a drink with me," the man said and called a servant to the living room.
"I don't do alcohol," Angela said, recalling how she ended up with Bryce.
"Okay, a fruit drink then," the man said and spoke to the servant in Italian.
He told the servant to inject the paper drink with the drug he had given her. The servant acknowledged and left to carry out her boss's instructions.
"Sit down, Angela," the man said, and Angela did as the man sat opposite her.
"So, about your parents' death. Someone hired those criminals to kill your parents," the man began. "Your father was very rich, and for that reason, he had enemies. A lot of mean enemies who want to see him dead so they can take away his property," he said, and Angela listened attentively.
The servant brought the drink and served Angela. He placed the glass down and was about to pour the drink into it, but Angela stopped her. She didn't want a repetition of what happened with Bryce. She was afraid the glass might have something inside it.
"Ah, you can have some of your drink," the man said. "Cheers to the revelation that would lead to the arrest of those criminals," the man toasted and lifted his glass.
Angela raised the paper drink box and clicked it with the man's glass. She opened it and took a sip before putting it back down on the table.
"So who are the criminals and who sent them?" Angela asked.
"Yes, the criminals. They came from a group of notorious criminals who ran their business in an abandoned warehouse at an outskirt place in New York City," he said.
Angela realised her vision started turning blurry, and the man's voice was getting deeper, like he was now gradually speaking in slow motion. Angela started feeling hot. She realised immediately how stupid she had been. She had been drugged.
"Bryce, help me," she whispered on her lips as drowsiness caused her to throw her head back.
She saw the blurry figure of the man standing up, and he carried her.
"Leave me alone," Angela said, but she was too weak to fight.
"Don't worry, I will take care of you. You need me right now," the man said as he carried her up the staircase to his room.
Inside his room, he lay Angela on the bed and took off his robe, leaving him in his small shorts, which were hiding under his potbelly. He positioned the camera in such a way that it would capture more of Angela, making it look like it was a mutual thing. Angela kept moving on the bed. He exposed her chest to his lusting eyes, lowered his head and picked up her peaches into his mouth. His other hand was all over her body.
"Leave me alone," Angela whispered in her weakness, but her body was enjoying the pleasure even though she forced herself to push him away.