An Old Building

Violet POV

The chef brough water for me and as I sipped it, my phone buzzed again. It was an unknown number. My brows scrunched as I looked at it. I felt like picking it up instantly, but on an afterthought, I rushed to the IT team that was working in our home. “There’s a call from an unknown number,” I announced.

Immediately, everyone came into action. “Please pick it up, Luna,” said Phil, who was heading the IT group these days. “And try to talk as long as you can.”

As soon as I was about to pick it up, the call disconnected. “Fuck!” I lost all hope and berated myself for being a douche and not picking it up. The phone buzzed again, flashing the same number, and I picked it on the second ring.

“You picked it late, bitch,” a robotic male voice sounded.

“Who are you?” I asked.

He sighed. “I have your son.”

Icy chill skittered down my spine. My jaws locked as panic rolled in waves.

He laughed. “Nervous, aren’t you? You took my daughter. I took your son. Good revenge, isn’t it?”