"TERSAN COMPANY" What's the name of her parents old company doing on some papers she found in Logan's room?
Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez, Tessa parents ran a large company which was well known in the city as at the time they were alive , this was over a decade .
There is only one way to find out" Tessa said loudly to herself .
She ran through the papers , taking each line missing not a single word. There she found the contract her parents had signed. It didn't make any sense that her parents would have signed the papers.
She went through the rest of the papers. Her findings pointed out that the man who had been contacting her about the whereabouts of her uncle was a well-known Mafia.
She still needed to learn more truth. She immediately picked up her phone and dialed on the number the Mafia used to contact her.
"Do whatever you feel, I'm calling me cops" she ended the call breathing heavily.
She was highly skeptical that the Mafia was going to fall for her call and ended up coming himself. Hours had gone by and there was no sign of a response to her calls.
"Could it be he is that smart to trace that I was up to something" taking her attention, a call came on her phone. She immediately went for it as it might be the Mafia.
She had the look of disappointment on her face as she took the call "Hey! Lena"
"I'm good, I'm fine no need to worry or come to my house and I can assure you, my uncle is fine too" she immediately replied upon hearing Lena's appeal to come over to the house. She finally ended the call convincing her friend she was fine.
The house was getting way too boring and there was no sign of affirmation that her uncle was coming back anytime soon. Munching on the toast made from the last bread, Tessa slammed the phone down, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The silence that followed was suffocating, as though the entire house was holding its breath with her. She clutched the papers to her chest, pacing the room.
A sudden sound came from the living room. Tessa froze, her heart hammering.
Heavy footsteps echoed against the wooden floors, someone was inside. Her first instinct was to reach for her phone again, but the battery icon blinked red before it went black.
"Teresa…" the same cold voice drifted up from downstairs, chilling her spine. This time, it wasn't through the phone.
Her blood ran cold. They were here.
Quickly, she put the papers into her backpack, shoving in a few essentials from her drawer. She crept toward the window, thinking of climbing down, but headlights flashed from the driveway. Two black SUVs boxed in her red car. She was trapped.
The footsteps drew closer, steady, deliberate. Whoever it was, they weren't rushing—they knew she had no way out.
"Your uncle thought he could cheat us," the voice continued, "Now you're going to pay for his mistake."
Tessa's hand tightened around the metal ruler she had used to pry open the floor tile earlier. It wasn't much, but it was something.
The bedroom door handle turned.
With her breath caught in her throat, Tessa had only seconds to decide. She immediately slipped into her wardrobe, pulling the door shut as quietly as possible. Through the thin cracks between the wooden slats, she could still see shapes move across her room.
Two men entered, both dressed in black. Their footsteps were heavy, their presence suffocating.
"She's here. I can feel it," one of them muttered. "Ricardo wants her alive. Don't mess this up," the other growled, pulling out a silenced pistol and checking the magazine.
Tessa's heart raced so fast she thought they could hear it. She pressed her hand against her mouth, forcing her breath silent.
The taller man paced around, picking up a paper from her bed. He scanned it briefly, then hissed, "Tersan Company. So she knows."
The shorter one smirked. "If she's found this much already, Ricardo will want to deal with her personally. Maybe she'll be the leverage he needs against Logan."
At that name, Tessa's eyes widened. Uncle Logan… leverage? What exactly had he done?
The wardrobe door rattled suddenly. One of the men had yanked it open.
Tessa shrieked, stumbling back into the clothes, but the man caught her wrist with an iron grip. "Found you, little Teresa," he sneered.
She thrashed, kicking at his shin, but the other one grabbed her backpack, spilling the papers across the floor. He shoved them into his jacket before pulling a black cloth from his pocket.
"No! Let me go!" she screamed, her voice muffled as they forced the cloth over her mouth. The taste of chemicals filled her throat, choking her. Her limbs weakened, her body refusing to fight.
The last thing she saw before the darkness closed in was the glint of headlights from the SUVs outside and the cold words of one of the men.
"Ricardo will be pleased. She'll make the perfect bargaining chip."
Tessa eyelids reluctantly shut into darkness.