It was finally D-day, that is, the day of Tracy’s wedding to Ryan. To say that she was a nervous wreck was an understatement. Right from when she had woken up this morning to prepare for the ceremony, she had not been herself. If anyone noticed, they didn’t say anything. Many of her friends from across the country had come to grace the occasion, as did some of Ryan’s friends, of which he did not have many. He dedicated his life to his daughters, work, and charities. One of his charities, which was one for orphans, had sent five of the children to represent them at the wedding. Ryan had been so glad to see the children and so touched by the gesture that Tracy found herself questioning what she was doing again. He was a nice man, and he did not deserve a lying, scheming bride, but it was too late, and she had come this far, so she might as well go through with it. “You look so beautiful, babes. You’re so lucky to be getting married to whom you’re getting married. What wouldn’t I give
Lots of people would agree that it was too early to be drunk as hell at ten in the morning, but Josh could not relate at all. He was so drunk that everything in his vision was blurred and wobbling, but he still kept plying himself with drink, and who wouldn’t? Life was so unfair, and he was feeling really sorry for himself. As always, when he felt sorry for himself as he did now, he plied himself with alcohol in a bid to numb the pain, but the pain of today was too great for booze to numb.After a while, he stopped drinking and took stock of his situation. He didn’t know if someone could die from drinking too much in one go, but he wasn’t about to find out. After all, when there is life, there is hope, and he still had life. Who would have thought that he, who had been quite rich yesterday, would be back to square one today? Certainly not him, not when he had been gambling away all the money that he had gotten from that Richie rich girl called Tracy. To worsen matters, he was even in
There was silence in the whole church for some minutes while Tracy desperately wracked her head for a way out of this mess and utter embarrassment, but she could not think of any. The main thing she had to do now was to stop this man from blurting out anything incriminating.“I know you need more money and you will get it, but this is my wedding day, and you’re ruining it,” Tracy told him in a furious, yet scared whisper. The murmuring had started up once again, and a quick glance at Ryan showed that he was looking appraisingly at Josh, apparently wondering who he was and what he had to do with Tracy.“I don’t trust you. I need it now.” Josh said, feeling bolder when he realized that there was no way that she had confessed what she had done to her groom. Granted, the man did not look like he was the happiest of grooms, but Josh figured that he would look even more unhappy if he knew what his bride-to-be was doing.“Alright. Fine. Please excuse me for a few moments. I’ll be back immedi
“Well, well, well. This is the entertainment of the century. Don’t you think so? I don’t think I’ve ever been so entertained in my entire life.” Ben said laughingly amidst the chaos that was going on in the church after the drama that the drunk guy had caused and the groom’s subsequent exit.“Don’t lose focus now. Keep the kids in sight.” Sam replied a little irritatedly, sweating in the suit that he was wearing. It was a little too tight for him, and his big hands hung out of the sleeves a little too conspicuously than he would have liked, but he didn’t have the money to get a better one, not that it mattered. He wasn’t a friend to anyone here, so he didn’t have to look good to save face. Besides, in no distant time, he would have more than enough money to buy as many well-fitted suits as he wanted.“I know. Calm your titties, man. If you keep being this tense, you might mess everything up.”“Where are they? I can’t see them anywhere around.” Sam asked, referring to the three childre
Becca returned from the grocery store not up to an hour after she left, to meet her front door wide open. Immediately, alarm bells went off in her head as she suspected the worst. It was probably a burglary. By the time she got inside, however, everything was intact and in its place, so she relaxed a little. The kids had probably gone over to Dan’s place and left the door open, something that she had warned them against doing several times, but which they still always forgot to take heed to. Inside the house, she met Dan’s dog, who was all alone and whining.Despite her best efforts to silence him, he kept on whining. Becca set down the groceries that she had bought and headed over to Dan’s place, the dog following her. At Dan’s house, she met Clarissa, who informed her that the kids were not in the house with her.“What do you mean they’re not in the house? Where are they, then?” Becca queried in disbelief. She had been calling out the names of the kids, and if they were anywhere aro
Ryan stared unseeingly at the television, the air conditioner in the room turned on full blast. Contrary to what he was sure that everyone was thinking about him, he wasn’t licking his wounds in private. Well, maybe he was in a way, but definitely not in the way that they thought. He was extremely embarrassed, that was for sure. He had had to steer clear of the gossip channels when he saw what they were saying about him. He couldn’t blame them though. How on earth could he tell anyone that the reason he hadn’t been having sex with his former fiancée was that he felt an odd sense of loyalty to his ex-wife, who clearly did not give a flying fuck about him? As a matter of fact, he was somehow relieved at the way things had turned out with Tracy. He wasn’t even mad at her, after all, he had literally been starving her of sex. So, in a way, her cheating had been partially his fault, or at least he thought so. Still, he had seen a way out of the wedding that he didn’t want, and hell, he ha
As soon as Ryan left, Becca got some water from the refrigerator in his room and gulped it down thirstily. She was hungry, considering that she hadn’t eaten since morning, but she lacked appetite. Her head was pounding, and after raising her hand to it, she was not surprised to find a knot forming where she had hit it on the stool in her house. She winced and called for Margie to bring her some ibuprofen, which she swallowed with more water. Soon, her phone began to ring. She dived for it, hoping it was some news about the kids, but it was Sandra who was calling.“Hello, Sandra.”“Sorry, Becca. I was busy when you called. Did you find the kids yet?”“No, I didn’t. Ryan is on his way to the police station as we speak. I’m afraid, Becca. I think it is Sam who has them. You didn’t take him back, did you?”“Of course not! What do you take me for? An idiot? Why do you think that Sam has them?” Sandra asked in an offended tone. Quickly, Becca filled her in on what Mrs. Alice, her elderly nei
“Damn! I can’t believe how far we’ve come. We’re going to be bloody millionaires before long.” Ben told Sam enthusiastically, as he wolfed down a large bowl of pasta that he had prepared himself. “Yeah, me too. I hope the account into which we’re sending the money is legit.” Sam said in turn. He was also eating a plate of pasta, but he was eating his food more slowly than Ben was.“You’ve asked me this several times, and I’ve told you several times that you have nothing to fear. I’ve done stuff like this numerous times before, just not with such a large amount, and I have the right connections. Or don’t you trust me? The only thing is that we’re going to give a commission to the person helping us, but we will still have a lot of cash when we’re done. That’s for sure.”“Okay. I trust you. Are you sure they’re not dead yet or going to die? Why aren’t they awake? It’s been hours. I’m starting to get worried. That Ryan guy seems like he might pose a problem. He would not give us the money
It felt as though large bags of cement were holding down Ryan’s eyelids, and try as he might, he could not force them open. He could hear his daughters’ voices as they talked over themselves about something that he did not have the energy to follow. Then he heard Becca’s low voice asking them to keep it down so as not to wake daddy.“But daddy won’t wake up. He never does. I want him to wake up.” Taylor said, banging on the table and chanting ‘wake up, daddy’ several times. Within seconds, Emma took up the chanting too, while Becca tried in vain to get them to quieten.“Your dad is unconscious, but we have to hope that he will wake up soon. If you don’t behave yourselves, I won’t let you come visit him again. The doctors think that he might be able to hear you. He wouldn’t like it if you both were being stubborn and disturbing him, would he?” Becca asked.“No. I just miss him so much. I’m glad that those bad men are gone.” Emma’s voice said, and then Ryan felt a small hand patting his
Becca watched in horror as Sam and Ryan collapsed to the ground, almost as though in slow motion. They fell gracefully, as though they were doing a dance, and then both remained unmoving. By the time all this happened, Ben had gotten to the car and opened the door to the backseat in which the children were, the remaining cash from the ten thousand that Ryan brought firmly clutched in his hand. He opened the car door, produced a knife from seemingly nowhere, and although it took great effort because of his busted shoulder, he managed to cut off the ropes binding them and told them to make a run for it. Then as the shots rang out, he somehow managed to get himself into the driver's seat and drove recklessly away from the scene. The children ran towards Becca, crying and shivering, and after hugging them all briefly, she ordered them not to move from where they were. Ryan’s head of security was combing the bushes, trying to find a sign of any other person there, after he called for help
“He’s clean.” The man who was watching Ryan and who had searched him said at last after he was satisfied that there was nothing incriminating on him.“Where’s the other car?”“Travis is bringing it.”“Good. He'll leave with this one.” The man said. Ryan’s heart sank further. There was yet another of them, making them four, and those were the ones he knew about. Ryan wondered which of them was Sandra’s ex-husband.“I’ve fulfilled my own end of the bargain. Release my children.” Ryan said.“The man in the car will take them back to town, where they’ll easily be found.” The man who had been giving commands told him, staring at him in a way that made him extremely uncomfortable. Ryan had already dubbed him ‘commander’ in his mind.They stood there waiting for the person called Travis to bring the car that they were waiting for. Ryan was on edge the whole time, wondering if at any moment now, all hell was going to break loose. If only the children were already out of there. The Travis guy
The night air was cold, and the streets deserted, which was not a surprise, considering how late, or early it was. Ryan hurried through the streets, his head down, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible as he hurried through the night with the bag in his hands, even though there was nobody around. He had been warned not to take his phone along with him, so he left it in his room, along with a note for Becca in her room, explaining what he had done. Even though everything in him pushed him to look back to see if he would notice his head of security following him, he resisted the urge to look back.The kidnappers might be watching him and the last thing he needed was to look suspicious. He trusted his people's ability to do the job. The other man had once been a private investigator before coming into Ryan’s employ, so Ryan was confident in their abilities to blend in with the shadows. Finally, he got to the place where he had been told to come and saw the car that had been provide
Sleep was a long time coming for Ryan, as it had been since he got the news of his children’s kidnap got to him. Tonight, he was sleeping in his room as against the previous night, when he had spent the night comforting Becca. She was sleeping in the guest room again, with Sandra this time around. Ryan was trying his best to be strong for her, but he was getting to the end of his endurance. The thought of his sick daughter and her sister holed up somewhere with some bloody kidnappers was enough to make him go insane.He got up from his bed, pacing to and fro the wide length of his room, his mind in turmoil. The money was in the process of being sent, but since it was such a large sum, it would be days before the kidnappers would get it in the account details they sent. Were the children supposed to remain with the kidnappers till then? The thought of that sickened and scared him to no end. He was operating on autopilot, having not had more up to five hours of sleep in two days, but ea
“Ben has to go.” Sam thought to himself, as he sat with the children, watching them. It wasn’t as though they had anywhere to go, or that they could escape, considering that one of them was sick. If they even managed to escape, the chances were that they would die of starvation in the dense forest, that was if some animal did not get to them first, as he had told them. None of it mattered to him anyway, because they were going to die one way or the other. What mattered was that the millions that he was expecting became his before they died. He had thought and thought of the best way to dispose of them, and he had finally come up with a smart plan to dump them in a river some distance away from here. it would be ages before they would be found, if they were ever found, that is.One thing was sure, however, and that was the fact that he was not going to let them get back to their parents and let them know that he was the one who had kidnapped them. For all his tough talk while they were
Becca awoke with a start, immediately realizing that she was not in her own bed. The events of the previous day came rushing back to her in a jiffy. Ryan was not in the room any longer and her phone was ringing. That was the sound that had woken her up. She dived for it, hoping that it was the kidnappers who were calling. They were to send the account details in which they wanted the ransom to be paid today, and also let Becca and Ryan talk to the kids today. Becca had sent the names of the drugs that Emma was supposed to be using, to the kidnappers, but she didn’t know if they received them. It wasn’t the kidnappers who were calling though, but Trevor. “Becca? Where are you? I was at your house last night, and I’m here now. I’m just coming from your school and was told you hadn’t come in today.”“I’m at Ryan’s place.” There was a short silence, which was filled with disapproval from Trevor’s end.“What are you doing there?”“Emma, Alex, and Taylor were kidnapped yesterday.” Becca in
Sleep was a long time coming for Becca and when it finally came, it was filled with nightmares. Never in her life had she been so frightened. Her daughter and other kids whom she saw as hers were out there somewhere in the hands of a maniac and she was here lying in a very large and comfortable in one of the guest rooms in Ryan’s house. Maybe she had been wrong in asking Ryan not to involve the police. Maybe by now, the police would have found them, or at least, would be close to doing so. She sure as hell did not trust Sam to take care of three children for as long as it took them to send him the money.She tossed and turned on the bed, her mind drawing up different scenarios, none of them good. Finally, she fell into an unrestful sleep and dreamt that for some reason, Sam had gotten pissed, and had sent Emma’s two feet, and all ten of Taylor’s fingers in the mail, with a note that said Alex’s head would follow suit. In the dream, as soon as she opened the bag containing the gruesome
“Damn! I can’t believe how far we’ve come. We’re going to be bloody millionaires before long.” Ben told Sam enthusiastically, as he wolfed down a large bowl of pasta that he had prepared himself. “Yeah, me too. I hope the account into which we’re sending the money is legit.” Sam said in turn. He was also eating a plate of pasta, but he was eating his food more slowly than Ben was.“You’ve asked me this several times, and I’ve told you several times that you have nothing to fear. I’ve done stuff like this numerous times before, just not with such a large amount, and I have the right connections. Or don’t you trust me? The only thing is that we’re going to give a commission to the person helping us, but we will still have a lot of cash when we’re done. That’s for sure.”“Okay. I trust you. Are you sure they’re not dead yet or going to die? Why aren’t they awake? It’s been hours. I’m starting to get worried. That Ryan guy seems like he might pose a problem. He would not give us the money