It took a while for Tracy to realize that tears were running unbidden down her cheeks. She wiped at them angrily, after which she rummaged in her handbag to find a handkerchief with which she wiped her face thoroughly. Then she brought out her makeup and reapplied it, checking her face in the mirror to see how she was looking. Satisfied with her appearance, she got out of the car, carrying the carefully wrapped present that she had bought for Becca. She would think of what to do about Josh and this mess of a situation in which she found herself later. She got to the door and knocked and after a few minutes, a sleepy-looking Becca opened the door. “What are you doing here? Is everything alright? Emma…” “Everything is fine, Becca. May I come in for a few minutes, please? I promise not to take too much of your time.” “Oh, uh, sure. Come in.” Becca invited, rubbing at her eyes. Once they got into the house and sat down, they proceeded to stare at each other, both of them not knowing
The fury in Sam, Sandra’s ex-husband kept increasing by the day until he was sure that he would burst from its intensity. This fury was compounded by the fact that his father and his stupid wife firmly refused to give him any more money after the money they had given him when he first got out of jail. He had even begged them, begged them for what was rightfully his. After all, when his father kicked it, everything would be all his, or so he hoped. He had siblings, but those ones were well off and never asked their father for money. They also acted like Sam did not exist, so he had since cut off himself from all of them. They never loaned him money whenever he asked for some anyway, so what was the point in talking to them? His father and stepmother had refused to give him any more money, so to his disgust, he had actually had to work. The peanut that Archie paid him at the supermarket was barely enough to feed a chicken, but he did not complain. He had his plan in motion, and so he w
Ryan had just had a much-needed shower and was now ready for bed, but that was not to be. Tracy was seated in a provocative position on the bed in his room, wearing the sexiest lingerie she had. She smiled at him and leered openly at his body, which was still covered in drops of water from his shower. Ryan resisted the urge to groan and turned away, pretending not to notice, but Tracy was not having any of it. She got up and came to wrap her arms around him, kissing his neck sensually as she did so. Ryan gently extricated himself from her grasp and went to put on a shirt.“What’s wrong?” Tracy asked.“What do you mean?”“Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I mean, Ryan. You’ve been avoiding having sex with me ever since we moved here. What’s the matter? Don’t you find me attractive anymore?”“Of course, you’re attractive. Any man would be lucky to have you.” Ryan told her in his sincerest tone. “Good, because you are one lucky man this night.” She told him and stepped out of the l
“So, here’s how that wonderful night, over a month ago went. It so happened that I was sitting at the bar, minding my own business and hoping some hot girl would come talk to me. I might not be rich, but the women do love me, you know. I’m quite handsome, after all. So, anyway, I was right. A hot, young woman soon sidled up to me, already more than a little tipsy. Guess who the woman was?” Josh asked, laughing out loud and looking at her as though expecting her to say something, but when she only kept staring coolly at him, he went on.“Anyway, you came up to me and began telling me all about your fiancée and how you thought that he was still in love with his ex-wife and that he had been ignoring you sexually and all that stuff that no man who is looking to get laid would want to hear from a hot woman. But then, you said something that got me. You asked me how I would like to make some cool cash. I’m always down to make money, so of course, I agreed, thinking it would be some physical
“That foolish bitch sure thinks she’s wise.” Josh thought to himself as he sat in his idling car, staring through narrowed eyes at the palatial mansion that the woman he was blackmailing had just driven into. In fact, before now, Josh hadn’t realized that houses of this size and magnificence were in this city, and neither had he ever stepped foot in this Richie rich part of the city before. Tracy was obviously lying. There was no way in hell that she had only twenty thousand dollars in her account, something that he had figured out immediately after she handed over her necklace to him earlier in the restaurant.The thing had been so heavy in his hands that he had wondered how she comfortably wore them, but what was he saying? She was a woman after all, and women would wear jewelry even if they were as heavy as boulders. Josh’s father had been a jeweler before his untimely death diving off a cliff into the ocean in a foreign country and landing on rocks at the ripe old age of sixty-fiv
Preparations were underway and in high gear for the wedding between Ryan and Tracy. His daughters were beside themselves with excitement, as was the bride-to-be. Tracy was spending a fortune preparing for it, not that Ryan minded in the least. Whatever pleased her was fine by him. The wedding was in less than a week, and as Emma had been dreaming, she was going to be a flower girl in it. They had waited a month for her leg to heal, although she had started claiming that she was ready as early as two weeks after Ryan and Tracy decided to get married.Ryan did not know how to feel about his upcoming wedding to Tracy. On the one hand, he was glad that she was happy, and she loved him, so that was a good thing. However, thoughts of Becca, who didn’t seem to give a rat’s ass about him, refused to leave his mind, even though he rarely spent any time with her. After Emma had been discharged from the hospital to recuperate at home less than a week after the incident that landed her at the hos
By the time Becca came out of her room, where she had gone to change into more presentable clothes, Ryan had gone, which was a relief. She felt sort of bad that she had treated him the way she had, but she had had to do it, because she had once been a fool where he was concerned, and she was afraid that it would be all too easy to become that dumb woman again. She couldn’t let that happen. “Where are the girls?” She asked Sandra.“They went to dress up.”“Okay.”“Sandra, aren’t you coming with us?” Trevor asked.“No. As a matter of fact, I want Becca to stay too. There are some things that I want to talk with her about.”“Oh, alright then. I’ll just wait for the girls to finish dressing up and then we’ll be on our way and give you ladies some privacy.” Trevor said. In less than twenty minutes, he and the girls were out of the house.“He’s a very nice guy. He loves the girls and they love him just as much.” Sandra said, referring to Trevor.“Yes. I’m very lucky. Now, I understand what
“My mom says that my dad is dead.” The kid said, looking appraisingly at Sam, his head tilted to one side as he considered this man who said that he was his dad. Sam silently damned his ex-wife to hell and back.“I know. I don’t blame her actually. I sort of hurt her, and that’s why she doesn’t want me around you and why she said that I was dead.” Sam explained. ‘Sort of’ was a gross understatement, but this dumb kid did not need to know that.“Why did you hurt her? It’s not nice to hurt people.”“Listen, kid. What did she say about me?” Sam asked, glancing around surreptitiously. He knew that Sandra wasn’t around because he had been hanging around when she and the kid were arguing and he had heard them loud and clear. Hell, the whole street had heard them. Then he had watched as she left the house alone. Still, he had no idea if she was going to come back soon. Her friend’s house was just down the street, after all. It was better he got this over and done with as fast as possible.“S
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