Not your typical baby mama

"How is it in here? Comfortable?" His lips were lifted into a smirk.

"Why are you back?" She countered.

"Ouch! I was hoping for a little foreplay but alright, I'll give it to you", he raised his hands in surrender. He picked up the tablet and typed on it a few times. He sighed as he leaned back in his seat; showing his laid back attitude.

"Gwen Cancino, 39, and very much Italian. I knew there was something off about your 'american accent'. Sounds a bit forced, you can be yourself with me. This is a safe place", he threw her a sweet smile.

That unpleasant feeling started to grow. He had only revealed that she was not American, and her wheels had already started to turn no matter how hard she tried to contain herself.

She scoffed, "And I thought my surname was a dead giveaway. I'm an Italian who became an American citizen. So what?"

"That, I do not have a problem with. What I have an issue with is how you obtained that citizenship and the naughty things you did", he chuckled then shook his head.

"I won't admit to what I haven't done. And a little reminder, I'll walk out of here when my 48 hours is over. Now, I know you like me but wouldn't you rather be out there catching real criminals?" She could barely hold a smile as his presence was starting to truly annoy her.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here", he smiled letting his words sink in. His smiled quickly disappeared and his seriousode switched on automatically. "Gwen, pleading guilty to your wrongs makes a difference in your ruling. This is your last chance."

She sat back and moved to fold her arms against her chest but stopped when the cuffs and the table restrained her. But she still had on an icy expression as she stared deep into his soul. And that was all he needed.

He placed the tablet on the table and made the screen to face her. "Right here is proof that your forged documents to obtain your citizenship in here because of your relationship with the dark waters."

He showed her the documents comparing a real document and a forged one. Strike one.

He swiped right. "Whilst putting up a front of a college student, you were actually a sex trafficker. No question as to who you were helping then. These are pictures of you actively participating in enticing the girls, making a deal with the traffickers, getting paid after they're sold off."

He swiped picture after picture that Gwen helped to traffic and her facial features became hard with each swipe that Rider made. Strike two.

"Five years later, you're a C.E.O of a fully functioning and one of the leading pharmaceutical companies in New York City. Of course, the sex trafficking money would not be enough so we both know where exactly the funding came from. And that is where your dirty little secret with Peter began", he swiped to show her a picture of the two culprits caught in the act on her office desk.

Her face was red and she fought to remain calm and collected in her seat but it felt like Rider had thrown her into a storm of bullets with each evidence shown.

"But I'm not interested in that. What I'm interested in is this", he swiped to the next page and Gwen's face fell, all color drained from it. He tapped on the video to play it. She quietly watched it, her throat felt dry, her heart was thumping hard as her eyes remained glued on the video. "Still feel like I'm forcing you to admit to something you didn't do?"

Staring right into her face was a video of her and Peter, overseeing one of the experiments they conducted in their secret lab. Rider felt his heart ache when he saw a girl die a painful death from the experiment. It was Nadia White, Savannah's sister....

Rider shook his head and swiped once more, and there was another video. Again, it was him and Peter. Another experiment was being conducted... Two girls died, and one survived. It was Savannah....

The relieved expression on their faces when they realized their experiment had become successful, ignoring the two dead girls..... Gwen wished it was all a dream, but Rider was not done with her. Strike 3.

"Killing comes easy to you, doesn't it?" He was disgusted sitting across from such a person but work is work, he needed to get it done. He looked away after swiping and tapping on the next video.

This time, it was at the factory. Again, it was her and Peter along with the bodyguards. It was when she was angry at the factory manager concerning the delay in sending off the trucks. She didnt waste a second to take a gun and put a bullet through the man's head.....

"How...." She could not even finish her sentence.

The factory was in a secluded area and there were no cameras or any other devices allowed so how.....?

'A spy. But who.....?' she mused.

Rider retracted the tablet and started to type on it while he let her be in shock.

"Oh, we're not done yet", He opened the prodigal son file and with a few taps, found the evidence he was looking for. "During the met gala fo God knows what reason, you issued a kidnapping of three men and attempted to kill them through arson. Mr. Alex Morria, Mr. Christopher Jones, and Mr. Daniel Corden."

"Attempted?" Her eyes widened in shock, it felt like her brain had short circuited.

"I won't tell you how or where they are, but they are ready to testify against you and everything they know as well as the factory workers." He showed her pictures of her interrogating the badly beaten up men, watching as her men poured gas all over the place, walked out with her men, and stood afar as they watched the building burn down, and then leaving. "Of course, our people made sure that none of this was fabricated..."

They didn't die..... They didn't die..... Everything..... Everything is pointing to her and Peter, especially her... This wasn't.... This can't be how it will end for.... Who would screw her over like this? Only one person knows this about her, especially staging her as the culprit... Only one person.... Only one..... King.

Gwen slammed her head on the table and pulled on her hair. "ARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"