Chapter 9 So easy?

I took the opportunity to look at her information.

{Name: Evangeline

Age: 2048 years

Parents:

1. Maelis

2. Draven

Siblings:

1. Lucian

2. Raphael

3. Seraphina

4. Isolde

5. Gabriel

Lifespan: 8 days

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Current thoughts: "Okay it's all set, now I can go home. I'll send someone to keep an eye on him when he leaves his house.

Thoughts about Eugenio: "What did my sister see in him? He's just a human, there's nothing special about him. If I had known he was so irrelevant, I wouldn't have bothered to come personally."

Thoughts about Seraphina: "What goes through your head, huh? I hope the other one has something more interesting to offer. After all, I don't want to have wasted all this time for nothing."

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So, Seraphina is the one who sent you here? So, what am I, some kind of suitor or food provider, I don't know.

I took out my cell phone, typing my number on the screen and passed it to Evangeline. She looked at the screen for a moment before returning the phone to me. "Thank you," she said, before turning to leave the police station.

"So you're free... he's free officer." My mother said, her voice full of relief and astonishment. The police officer next to Evangeline nodded, still looking a bit intimidated by the woman's presence.

"Yes, ma'am. He's free to go. There's nothing else standing in the way of his freedom." He said, trying to keep his voice steady. He seemed as relieved as my mother. I couldn't help but crack a small smile at that.

Evangeline was already at the door when she turned to me one last time. "I'll be in touch with you. Be ready." She said, her tone carried a certain seriousness that sent a chill down my spine. And then, she left, leaving the police station in deep silence.

Before I could speak, she walked out of the police station and the officer removed my handcuffs.

"I'm glad everything's settled, son," said my mother, a relieved smile appearing on her face. She placed her hand on my shoulder, a gesture of maternal affection that only served to intensify the strangeness of the situation.

I grabbed my cell phone, my fingers dancing on the screen as I typed my number. I handed the device to Evangeline. She studied it for a long and silent moment, her blue eyes fixed on the illuminated screen. "Thank you", she murmured, her voice soft as a night breeze. And then, with a fluid and decisive movement, she turned to leave the police station.

"So... he's free, officer?" my mother asked, her voice trembling slightly with relief and admiration. The police officer beside Evangeline, a middle-aged man with tired eyes, nodded. He seemed almost as intimidated by Evangeline's imposing presence as I was.

"Yes, ma'am," he confirmed, struggling to keep his voice steady, "He is free to go. There are no more pending charges. His freedom is no longer in question." He seemed as relieved as my mother, and I couldn't help a satisfied smile at realizing this.

Evangeline was already at the doorway when she turned to face me one last time. "I will get in touch with you. Be ready," she said, the seriousness in her tone sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. And then, just as she had appeared, she was gone, leaving the police station wrapped in a profound and almost palpable silence.

The door closed behind her and, before I could process everything that had happened, the police officer approached and removed my handcuffs with a sonorous click.

"I'm glad everything is settled, my son," my mother said, a relieved smile lighting up her face. She placed her hand on my shoulder, a gesture of maternal affection that, although comforting, only served to underline the strangeness of the situation.

That's when my aunt arrived, bringing with her the promise of food. Her eyes landed on my hands, now free from the handcuffs, and she let out a relieved sigh. The tension in the air began to dissipate, giving way to a subtle sense of normality.

"What happened?" My aunt asked, her curiosity evident on her face. She seemed relieved, but there was a tension in her eyes that made me hesitate. I explained to her.

My aunt nodded, her expression softening. "Well, the important thing is that you are free now. And you must be starving. Let's eat, I brought enough food for all of us." She began to take out several containers from a large bag, exposing a variety of homemade dishes.

In the middle of arranging the dishes, my aunt abruptly stopped and with a thoughtful look, put everything back in the bag. "I think it would be better to eat at your mother's house," she said, seeming to have made a sudden decision. My mother, who was by my side, readily agreed, seeming relieved by the suggestion. "I don't want to spend another minute in this police station," she admitted, her pale face reflecting the tension of recent events.

Leaving the police station, my mother headed for her car, an old silver model that had seen better days. She got into the driver's seat and started the engine, the familiar rumble of the car filling the night air. I entered through the back door, snuggling into the cold leather seat, while my aunt followed me, closing the door with a dull thud.

My mother, a playful smile on her face, looked at us in the rearview mirror. "Doesn't anyone want to keep me company in the front? I'll be sad," she said, feigning a disappointed expression that couldn't hide the relief in her eyes.

I didn't respond, my silence hanging heavy in the car's air. My aunt, always the mediator, stepped in. "He needs comfort, sister," she said, her soft voice bringing a touch of calm to the charged atmosphere. I felt confused by her words, but I knew she was right. A moment of relaxation, away from the tension and fear of the police station, was exactly what I needed.

My mother laughed, the joyful sound echoing in the car's interior. "Well, that's true," she agreed, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror. "And I'm hungry," she added, her voice taking on an excited tone I hadn't heard in hours.

The ride home wasn't long, but the silence in the car made every minute feel like an eternity. My aunt, in an attempt to ease the tension, offered her lap for me to lay on. I accepted the offer, snuggling against her as the night landscape quickly passed by the window. The familiar comfort of my aunt's presence, combined with the gentle rocking of the car, gave me momentary relief. And so, amidst the confusion and fear, we found our way back home.

Closing my eyes, I felt incredibly comfortable. I had to admit, my aunt's thighs were surprisingly cozy! I felt her hand move to my head, her fingers lightly stroking my scalp. A wave of relaxation spread throughout my body, and I allowed myself to close my eyes once again, appreciating the gesture of affection.

Upon opening my eyes, however, I couldn't see my aunt's face. Her large breasts were blocking my view, a reminder that, despite the circumstances, there was still something familiar and comical about the situation.

"Shall we listen to some music?" my mother suddenly suggested, breaking the silence that had settled in the car. I nodded in agreement, realizing that anything to fill the silence would be welcome.

"We're almost home," I warned, pointing out the familiar buildings and houses that were starting to appear through the window.

My aunt, with her inexhaustible energy, immediately supported the idea of music. "But it has to be something fun!" she insisted, her upbeat tone breaking the tension still hanging in the air.

My mother smiled, keeping one hand on the wheel while picking up her cell phone with the other. With a few quick taps on the screen, she connected the device to the car's Bluetooth system.

"And here we go..." she announced, her tone promising something unexpected. When the first beat of the music filled the car, I couldn't help but smile. It was an upbeat and cheerful song, exactly what we needed to lighten the mood. And so, to the sound of the fun music and under my aunt's comforting touch, we continued our journey home.