Jason walked into his hotel room in the early hours of the morning, tired and confused. He fell to the bed without flipping the light switch on.It's been less than a week or more since he left New York, his mind drifting to Alexander. How happy will he be knowing his daughter is well, literally not well but close enough.He picked his phone up and called him."Sir Alexander, good morning. Sorry to have woken you up," he said.The gruffly voice of Alexander echoed into the phone. "What do you want, Jason?""I just thought to check on you and also talk to you about Cara.""Easy there child, stay away from Cara. If you ever see her, stay away from her life."Jason dropped the phone to his line of sight."Sir? What do you mean? I promised to find her for you and-""My child wouldn't want to be with a married man, if you will excuse me, I need to go back to sleep."Jason sighed, thinking about what just happened. He had no idea various posts about him had blown social media up.The only p
Amber took a break from work, calling in sick. She stayed with Cara throughout the day, trying to make her laugh and play. Cara would flinch unconsciously without anyone touching her. She would mumble in her sleep, sometimes crying out loud. Amber watched her friend suffer from trauma, there was little to nothing that she could do."Come on Cara, remember our favorite TV show? Keeping up with the Kardashians? It's going on right now, let's go."She looked at Amber, the swells on her face were reducing and her bruises healed fast."Where's Jason?" She spoke up after a long time. "I want to see him. He saved my life, saved me from that monster."Jason had texted Amber on his way back to New York, explaining all that transpired. He begged her not to tell Cara about him leaving."Jason went for some work, he promised to be back as soon as possible.""You are lying Amber, he has left again, right?" Tears formed in her eyes, ready to unleash the dam in her eyes.Amber warmed her up in her e
The huge house could be compared to a graveyard; silent, still and motionless. The news Jackson bore the other day affected him, he wondered if it would still be fair calling him his friend.Right from their early days, they managed to build their wealths and promised their kids to one another. And when suddenly, they heard Jason and Cara got married, their heart knew no bounds. The sudden wedding was alarming and they didn't get angry, instead they were fulfilled.Now it was all him, left alone with no child to call his one. His anger raged as he remembered the last time Jason visited, promising to find his girl for him."Sir Alexander," his closest help, Ethan dragged him back to the surface."Yes?" He leapt from his chair forward. "What can I do for you?""Sir, it's Jason Pierce. He requests to speak with you.""Where is he? On the phone?""Not at all sir, he's in the waiting room. Should I let him in?"Alexander weighed his options carefully, seeing him would only confirm what Jac
Alexander packed a small bag, he hoped to spend at least 3 days with Cara before coming back to New York. The surprise swelling in his heart just to see his girl radiated throughout his entire body.His face beamed up and his appetite was really low. Ethan walked up behind him."Sir, what would you like to have for breakfast? I can tell the cook to prepare it as soon as possible.""You don't have to worry about that Ethan, I just need to step out real quick. I wouldn't be long," he said, thinking about the discussion he had with Jason a few days ago.Ethan sighted the bag behind him, just before he could hide it."Are you traveling sir?""Not at all, I just need to drop this bag with someone, right across the street.""Do you need me to go instead? You could rest, I would go in, your place," Ethan pressed further.He placed his hands on Ethan's shoulders."It's fine Ethan, I can go myself. I just need to stretch my body, and take a walk. Don't worry, it's all fine.""Are you sure sir?
The gentle breeze of Bana smooched Alexander's soft skin. He inhaled the pure air that smelt like a combination of cinnamon mixed with nutmeg. People minded their business and helped others the way they could, it was really a small town.The word a younger Cara used to say started to live rent free. She would always say, 'one day papa, we would leave New York. We would go to a place where few people know us, where everybody knows everyone and we would live happily ever just like in my cartoons'. It really looked like the kind of environment she wished for.He threw the long handle of his bag across his shoulder, as the airport gate went open for arrival, he sighted a well suited man holding a placard, on it was his name.He found his way to him and dropped his nose mask, extending his hand out for a handshake. "You are my ride?""Yes sir," the driver bowed first, then accepted his handshake. "Sir Jason asked me to drop you home, he gave me your address.""Oh," that was the only thing
The text staring in front of Jackson's eyes felt so unreal. He pushed Cynthia aside gently, pulling his trousers up.Cynthia had questioning looks in her eyes, she stared at the man who just stopped in the middle of pleasure."What's going on," she asked after he wouldn't say a word to her."Something big, something huge," he lifted her from the floor, gently. "Come by the house later, we will finish what we started."He kissed her aggressively, pouring his lust into the kiss. He knew if they continued, they would make out right there in the office.He stopped it before it could go any further."Can't I at least know what's going on?" Cynthia asked."It's a men's thing, you don't have to worry about it."Cynthia's determination to figure out what was going on heightened. Asking again will have Jackson get pissed at her and find a way to block whatever loophole that might be open."Sure, no problem. I'll come by at 5pm, you should be home by then. Right?""I'll be home, just drop by."
Jason buried his head deep in work, numbing his environment. His caller tune reached out to him from his inner feelings. He stared at the caller ID, it was his father. On a second ring, he picked up.A scorn was plastered on his face. "Good day to you father, how can I help you?""Is that sarcasm I hear in your voice? Well that is up to you, I want you to see me at home tomorrow morning. As early as possible.""Do I have to? Why can't you just say whatever you want to say on the phone. I have a busy schedule tomorrow," he replied irritatingly.Jason growled slowly on the phone, pissed about the tone his son was using on him."I don't care whatever mood you are in, you better find your way here tomorrow if you don't want to see the other side of me. You know me well, you know me better. I'm still your father," he shouted."Do your worst father, I thought parents were supposed to be hot on their children's happiness but no you chose an outsider's happiness instead of mine. You ceased to
Jason barged into the house the next morning without any form of salutations. He wore a mean disdainful look proudly on his face."I'm here, what do you want to tell me that couldn't be said over the phone?"Jackson lifted the cup of hot coffee over his lips, blowing soft small air over it."When you calm down, we would talk," he shifted his gaze away from the cup, locking it with his son's own.Upon realizing what his father was doing, he walked into the kitchen to cool off."Can I prepare a cup of coffee for you Sir Jason?" One of the maids offered to help, bowing her head and locking her hands behind her."It's alright, I'll do it myself," he said, dismissing her by the wave of his fingers.He prepared his coffee and reached for the saucer, he placed the cup of coffee on it and walked back into the sitting room with it.He sat opposite him and sipped his cold coffee, he was never a lover of hot coffees, he always wondered what his father enjoyed in it."What do you require my prese
The attitude Nathan had developed since Cara arrived irritated Cynthia. If there was another word apart from being a simp, that was what she would call him. He increased her food and water and gave extra attention to her even though it was clear that Cara wanted nothing to do with him anymore. They all knew that it was for her property, love was definitely not in his books; not someone like him.Cynthia resolved to get him out of the way, so he wouldn't mess her plans up. A sinister plan lit in her head, she was going to make sure to get it executed, even though it might mean using her body or money.She walked to the other block, huge, tattooed faced men sat on the corridor, smoking thick cigars while some had a vape in their mouth.One of them approached her, blowing out the inhaled smoke left in his mouth, right in her face.“This is no place for a lady,” his thick voice sank deep in her ears. He made several turns at her, cackling. “Definitely not a place for a sexy woman like you
Amber's forehead creased, she sat by the couch with her left hand resting under her chin. Her scar was fading away gradually, thanks to the cream she was given at the clinic. Dinner sat deliciously on the table, waiting to be devoured but she had no appetite for it. Something else bothered her. The door opened and she was oblivious to Evans coming in. He walked straight to her, surprised that there wasn't any form of romance waiting for him at the door.“My lady,” he kissed her forehead, dragging her out of her thoughts. “Are you okay? Is everything fine?”She threw her phone at the other side of the two seater couch, now rubbing her forehead vigorously. “I've been ringing Cara's phone for the past few days but she wouldn't pick up, nor would she return the missed calls. I thought we settled it all at the clinic; why is she still angry with me?”Guilt pricked Evans’ heart, he settled right beside her, dragging her into a warm embrace. The fact that the truth was right there but he co
Deep down she believed that as soon as she had a spoon out of the food, she would soon be sprawling on the floor, holding her tummy tightly and seeing her life flash right in front of her. But the reverse was the case, as she had one spoon after the other, she wanted more. She sat Mason on her lap, and fed him the little she could. Both of them were drained and they really needed the energy.A paper was tucked under the plate. It read: ‘I hope you eat this one. I've been the one cooking and it pains me that you waste my food. I know who you are and I know that you are here against your wish but be nice and eat my food. XOXO, Janice’.Skeptical, she ignored the note; folding it and throwing it to the corner of the room. Her level of trust issues kept increasing. Who knew if it was another tactic by Cynthia or Nathan? The little drama between Cynthia and the lady earlier meant nothing.Her mind wandered aimlessly to how Jason must be feeling. She knew for once that he would never stop f
The room allocated to Cara and Mason was filled with various unused, abandoned equipment. Mason laid on her laps, scared and terrified. His days, since the past 1 week they had been abducted, had been filled with tears. He refused to eat or drink anything no matter what they had been given. Cara, behaved the same way, skeptical about what they had been served. The door swung open, creating a long sound. Mason, scared, kept his face hidden in his mother's laps. He held onto her clothes tightly and Cara felt his pain. He was barely 4 years old and he had to witness this aspect of brutality. “Here’s breakfast for you,” one of the girls living around dropped the food. She leaned closer. “They are not happy about the way you waste food here.” Cara wondered why that piece of information mattered to her. “Why do you think I care about that? Aren't you all working for the same person?” The look in her eyes gave her away. There was something different about her. She was majorly the pe
“Back so soon?” Jason said as he saw Evans coming through the door. He failed to notice the huge grin on his face and he just went back to work.“I found something and you are right. Your intuition is correct but then she had an accomplice. But I couldn't figure him out completely,” he shared.“Him?”“Yes, him.” Evans dangled the flash right in his face, throwing it to him. He caught it mid-air and inserted it into his PC, loading it up immediately.His face grew darker as he stared at his computer, his fist unconsciously folded up. So many thoughts running through his head, so many questions he had. How the hell was Cynthia able to know Nathan? Was that how she managed to infiltrate his family in the first place? He somehow started to have an idea of how dangerous things were now.“Everything good man?” The silence lingering in the air was too thick, and his facial expression said otherwise. “Do you know who is in the picture?”Quietly, he said, caging his head in between his hands.
Jason sat behind his desk frustrated with no having leads or not getting any calls from whoever took them. This deepened his thoughts about Cynthia. She had no reason to call him for anything, taking his family was enough to drive him crazy; she knew that. But something bothered him greatly. How was she able to pull it off alone? The CCTV showed Cara talking back defiantly; her attitude gave a different vibe; somewhat angry and somewhat scared.The creaking of the door made him look up, seeing who it was, he went back slowly to his work. That was the only thing that kept him sane a little bit.“How's it going man?” Evans read his compore, making sure to choose his choice of words carefully.“Nothing really,” his voice was barely loud enough to hear anything.“Anything from the cops yet?”“The car was a stolen one and the owner reported it already. The car has been found though, it was dumped on the highway. So, nothing useful from the cops for now.”“What are they insinuating you do?”
A wave of nostalgia hit Jason's nose as soon as he stepped into the club, reminding him of the life he used to live before Cara. The dim light mixed with the pungent smell of alcohol and body heat irritated him, causing him to have a sudden headache and nausea. He wondered how he used to enjoy life beforehand. He was here for someone and until he finds her before he leaves. Semi-naked women flocked to his presence, trying to seduce him but none of them were to his taste. He sighted his target amidst the dim light with a man and went straight to her.“$50 dollars for a night,” Stacey bargained with a rough looking man, smooching his chest as she tried to charm him with her words. “I promise to make it worth your while. No penetration, but every other thing is included.”“I'll give you a thousand dollars for a night,” Jason shouted as soon as he got closer to them. The loud music interfered in their conversation. “You don't even need to do anything, all I need is you by my side.”Shock
It officially became 48 hours since Jason had filed a missing person report for Cara and Mason. He managed to go through the day, hoping that at least Earl would call him as soon as something showed up. He stared at his phone as if his life depended on it. Evans walked in, Jason didn't raise his head up to look at whoever it was.“What's up man, how's it going?” He helped himself onto his couch.“Fine, I guess,” his voice was scratchy, he looked rough, like he didn't take a bath before coming to work that day. Staying at home and drowning himself in thinking will do no good for him either.“Are you sure you are fine, man?” Evans asked again, taking a good look at him.“Yeah,” his voice came out so lowly, reminding him of his current situation. His phone beeped and he lunged for it, startling Evans. The message was from Earl. It said: ‘have you gotten any message about ransom from anyone? We think your wife was really kidnapped. Her car was found at the said location.’A location was t
For the upteempth time, Jason paced around the house with his phone in his hand, still in his office attire. Worry and fear was beginning to take a hold of him. The wall clock chimed, telling the time as 7pm. In all his days of being married to her, by this time, she would always welcome him with a kiss on his lips and if possible they'd take it further, basking in their emotions. The aroma of whatever delicacy she was preparing at his time of arrival made him yearn for her more. But today, none of it was happening.He was confused, there was no one to call. Calling Evans would leave him more worried than him and Amber, Amber might take it worse. He could see his world starting to crash. Where could she be? What prank was she playing at? He changed his mindset. There's no way she would be playing pranks with Mason too; she knew how much he adored his little boy.He continued dialing her line and it would ring for a while and then straight to voicemail. The car he bought for her was al