Present“That’s about it? And you start dating while manoeuvring against us?” Jim, perplexed, asked.“Yes, we started dating right then and there. However, as Mike previously stated, he has abandoned the idea of conspiring against you two.” This time it was me who answered him.“Then he came up with the plan to kidnap you and William out of nowhere?” Nathan’s sarcasm was prominent. “And Michael, I can’t believe you told Ivanka and William the truth about your father. I specifically warned you not to reveal it to anyone.”“You really expected me to listen to you? You were against the idea of me finding my dad. Nathan, you don’t own me. The only thing we have in common is your wife and Willy. That’s all there is to it. Whereas the kidnapping ploy is considered, this happened when you used your cheap trick to blackmail John.” Mike locked his gaze on Nathan.“That doesn’t explain how you know Jonathan,” Nathan exclaimed.“Jake Martin is a member of my crew and also the brother of Paul Mar
Four Months Later.....“You like it?” Mike asked me. He was hugging me from behind. He rested his face on my shoulder, and I rested my hands on his, which was on my stomach.“I love it,” I said with a smile on my face.We finally purchased and moved into our own home. We found this flat seven months ago; it was the same one where Mike and I reconnected after two months of me being kidnapped. Fortunately for us, this property had been on the market for quite some time. It was a bit pricey, but it was definitely an excellent investment, especially since we want to start a family.He did, in fact, propose to me. We had not dated for a long time, but we were both certain that this was what we wanted for our future. He asked me to marry him last month. However, it was not romantic in the way that most people would expect, but it was special to me.Flashback to One Month Ago...I was sitting on the couch, waiting for Mike to return home. It was 2 a.m., but there was still no sign of him. I
11:36 P.M.Everything went black. The world around me was deafeningly quiet. The only sensations I had were the hands-on my waist. It was from the person who picked me up and loaded me onto something that resembled a seat. I struggled to move because someone tightly clasped together both of my hands. Something that felt like a thick rope held my hands in place. I couldn’t even move my feet, as they were confined to each other. I tried shaking my head sideways but stopped when I came to realize that even a slight movement would cause me to crash down from where I was lying.Then I heard a sudden thud and the sound of moving feet. After a few countable steps, it came to a halt. I tried to refine my listening skills, but I couldn’t hear a single voice or sound after a few minutes. After what seemed like an eternity, I could finally hear whispering. Then there was a sudden roar of an engine, and something moved. I could feel the movement, which made me believe I was lying down in the car
12:05 A.M.It felt like a gazillion years had passed when I heard the same creaking noise from the door again. That’s when I became aware of the presence of another person in the room. He must have arrived before me because I didn’t hear anyone entering after he left me here.“Who is it? Who the hell is this? Let me go. Why the hell am I tied up here?” It was a man who was frantically asking questions.“Have patience. We will tell you everything, but only when the time comes. I’m going to remove your blindfold right now.” In a gruff voice, the kidnapper told the new man.“You fucking come one step near me, and you won’t see the next morning.” The new man forewarned him.“You really think I am an idiot, Buddy. I am not going to harm you… Yet.” After a dramatic pause, he said the word yet. “You are an asset to us, and remember that even if I don’t see the day next morning, I have other friends who will. So, hurting me won’t help you.” The self-assured abductor informed him.The new man
12:37 A.M.In Hotel La' More Room No. 902.....After fifteen minutes, the kidnapper who called himself Captain called again. However, this time a squad of police officers assisted Jim.If you're wondering how they got this far so quickly, consider this: Well, his name is Jimothy Patterson, and it should be enough for everyone to do what he asks, and when Nathanial is added to the equation, the world is on their feet.The police set all up to apprehend the suspect who was playing with them. Jim reserved a new and larger room in the same hotel where he and Nathan could hammer out the kidnapping squabble with the squad of investigators assigned to the case.“You criminal seems to be a lot more punctual than I thought,” Jim said as soon as he answered the Captain’s call. He put the phone on speaker so that Nathan could easily hear him.“And you seem to be even more confident than before. I presume that you have called the back-up to catch us.” The Captain told him.“It’s just a matter of
1:45 A.M.Tick… tock… tick… tock… In this prison, it was the only sound that I could hear. William was exhausted by all of his jibber-jabber. He was also mentally drained from trying to cut the rope, which I felt was a stupid idea. Furthermore, this bloody fool declined to drink water. I am living evidence as I am still alive after finishing the entire bottle of the sipper. But no, he would rather die from thirst.My eyes were closed, my head leaned on the wall, and my forehead was turned upwards. I counted my breath cycles to pass the time when I heard a groaning noise as I twisted my head to the left. I saw William struggling to open the knot of the rope with his teeth. It was a ridiculous sight to see, but I had to appreciate his efforts for not giving up.When he felt me staring at him, he shrugged his shoulders and said, “What? I can’t just sit here and do nothing. I may not look tough, but hell, I am not weak.” I gave a small smile in response. He does have a lean body.“Jeez, g
2:22 A.M.“Are you familiar with osteomyelitis?” The Bossman was curious.“Excuse me, what?” William was confused.“Your father is an orthopaedist, and you don’t know what that means?” The Bossman questioned Willy.“Not me, but my dad. I work as a makeup artist…..” The kidnapper cuts him off.“I understand you work in a salon as a professional. But I am sure your new friend is mindful of this illness, don’t you, Ivy?” I nodded in agreement.Osteomyelitis is an inflammation of the bones. If not treated promptly, it will weaken the bone to the point that you have no choice but to cut it, and in the worst-case situation, amputation is the only option.“Since you have decided not to speak, I will explain. Osteomyelitis is an infection that spreads or contaminates the bone to the extent where it is as good as dead. There is no other way but to get rid of it.” The Bossman elaborated.“How does that relate to us?” Willy inquired.It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why we are here.“You a
2:34 A.M.I spoke at 2:34 A.M. sharp. This is the time that should be documented in history. I chose to remain silent. I can, however, talk. Although, rarely, and this was one of those times. Words flew out of my mouth before I knew what they were and before anybody could comprehend them.None of them expected me to talk, and yet here I am, asking the Bossman questions, the answers to which should not come as a surprise.“Did you just speak?” Willy was taken aback when I spoke. He wasn’t expecting her to talk to him. At least not this soon.“It seems she did. Cookie, if I knew this is what was going to make you talk, then I would have used those terms a lot sooner.” With a grin, the Bossman told her. Yeah, kidnappers do smile, and it isn’t necessarily a sick and malicious smile.“Don’t call me that,” I told him with a frown. “And yes, Willy, I just spoke. I need to know what my father did.”“You should speak more often. Your voice is very soothing. In the literal sense, music to my ea