The day that Ryan gave up the twins had to be the hardest one that he had ever faced in his entire life. He dropped them off at their grandparents himself, hardly able to look Anna and Noah in the face as they received him into their house. His bodyguard brought Tyler and Taylor's belongings from the car into the house, while Margie busied herself with setting up the children's nursery, trying to make it as close to the one that they had at home. The week before, Ryan had had her come over to this house and remodel the room that was to be the nursery to look like the one back home. Now she was arranging their stuff the way they had been arranged back home too. The lump in his throat refused to go no matter how many times or how hard he swallowed to clear it, especially when he saw how uncomfortable the twins, especially Taylor, looked with the effusive petting of her grandparents. Tyler actually did not look too bothered and was busily chewing on a piece of cookie that Anna had given
Time flew by really fast and before Becca knew it, one year had gone by since she gave birth to her daughter. Life was good, and there was nothing she wished for more than the life she had. Emma had everything that a little girl could have and lacked literally nothing. “Yeah…nothing except her father, of course.” The little voice in Becca's head said, but she steadfastly ignored it.Emma had a father figure in her life in the person of Dan, who loved and treated her as though she were his own daughter. Emma loved him just as much and was always full of smiles and hugs for him. How Becca felt about Dan was a whole other matter entirely. There was no denying the fact that she was very fond of him. Heck, she liked him a lot, and the sexual chemistry between them was really intense and showed no signs of dying down anytime soon, neither did she want it to die. However, she was starting to notice something else about Dan. It was something that she had always feared would happen, and now,
“So, Sam and Sandra met each other while they were in the university. He was a very bad influence on her and everyone who loved her told her so, but it seemed that the more she was warned about him, the more she wanted to be with him. He was, and obviously still is a manipulator, but she turned a blind eye to all his faults. Eventually, she began to do drugs with him and it got so bad that she had to be sent to rehab. She barely managed to graduate, but by the time she did, she had managed to get clean, from drugs, at least. However, she still wouldn’t hear jack about how much of a bad influence Sam was on her, much like she keeps doing, even now.I remember the first time I ever met him. She invited him to an already strained dinner to meet our parents, whom we’re not all that close to. This asshole came to dinner high as a kite, and of course, our parents didn’t like him, which was one of the few times they and I ever agreed on something. Sandra didn’t care, of course, but did her b
The months passed very slowly for Ryan, who had finally come to terms with the fact that the twins were gone for good. He threw himself fully into work in a bid not to notice, or rather, dwell on the glaring absence of their happy laughter in the house. It was impossible not to notice it. The house was unbelievably quiet since they left and the only time he was ever happy was when he flew over every weekend to see them. These occasions ended in a lot of crying on Taylor and Tyler’s part, but it was a relief to know that they had not forgotten him.He was also relieved to see that the twins adjusted well to their new home over the months and were also well taken care of by their grandparents. He had no doubt that the fact that a familiar face, in the person of Margie, had to do a lot with their settling in fine. Noah and Anna were cool about the whole thing, and welcomed Ryan into their homes any time he wanted, even when it wasn’t time for him to visit the twins yet. As they pointed o
The atmosphere in Becca’s house was sort of tense as she finished packing up her and Emma’s stuff. She zipped the last bag closed, the sound of the lock seeming very loud and final in her very quiet living room. The silence was broken only by Emma’s contented, soft coos as she rested on Dan’s shoulders and the latter patted her back gently in a bid to get her to sleep. It was working, albeit slowly. Now and then, the little child’s eyes would close, and then they would open again as she fought the insistent call of sleep. Finally, though, she succumbed to it, and only then did Dan pad out of Becca’s living room with the child in his arms, and went to drop her in her room to sleep.He came back to the living room to see that Becca had unzipped the smallest of Emma’s bags again and was slowly unfolding and refolding the clothes in it. This was no surprise. The woman was nervous as hell and was doing everything possible to avoid a confrontation with him, not that he wanted to have one wi
So Becca and Dan came to a sort of truce about their relationship, or more appropriately, their lack of it. In the meantime, they would see what this time off from each other meant for their relationship, after which they would decide where they stood with each other. Becca knew where she stood, or at least, wanted to stand with him. She wanted to continue being friends with benefits, just have amazing sex with him without any strings attached as she had been doing, but that would be a selfish thing to do. They bade themselves subdued goodbyes the next day, each person lost in their thoughts. Dan kissed Emma’s face tenderly, telling the baby how much he was going to miss her as if she understood any of what he was saying. In return, Emma rattled off a lot of things that neither her mother nor Dan understood in baby language, and patted Dan’s cheeks with her strong, but chubby hands.“She’s going to be a very cute talkative, this one,” Dan remarked as he kissed Emma’s forehead and ha
Phone calls from a hospital or even a nursing home, especially ones that came in the wee hours of the night would most often than not, cause panic among the receivers of such calls. Calls like this immediately threw one into a dire state of panic and had a way of causing one’s heart to pound, at least until the cause of the call was ascertained. Ryan for one, with all that he had been through, ever since people around him started dying, starting from his parents, his sister, her husband, and then her two vulnerable babies being hospitalized and at the brink of death, totally hated anything that had to do with hospitals.So when his phone began to ring in the middle of the night, and he saw that the call was coming from the nursing home in which his ex-wife’s aged grandparents lived, his heart started the now familiar pounding that it usually got when he got any calls from a hospital. He had not known Becca’s grandparents for very long, but in the short time that he knew them, they wer
It wasn’t often that anything terrified Becca. In fact, throughout her entire life, she could think of only one time when she had been this terrified and badly shaken up, and that was that awful day when she was nineteen and had come home to find her brother, Toby, unconscious with his legs swollen. That had been the beginning of a nightmare that had led her to Peter, her ex-boyfriend who had ruined her marriage with Ryan in the end, but it had also saved her brother’s life, and for that, she was eternally grateful.So petrified was she that she remained frozen to the spot in which she was standing currently, even though her instinct and everything in her, was urging her to run, run, run and never look back. Now she knew exactly why people who found themselves in dangerous situations froze. Before now, she had found it weird to think that some people, instead of fleeing the second they were threatened by something dangerous, froze instead, but now, she understood perfectly. She willed
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