Zeke's POVThat sly bitch had something cooking all along.I kept the little item I had retrieved from Ellen's room earlier on the bed and headed straight to the bathroom. The hot water running down my body did little to ease the tension in my muscles, but it was a start.Refreshed, I changed into a light shirt and comfortable pants, then stepped out of my closet. I walked over to the bed and picked up the pocket photograph of my kids. This photo had gone missing from my room a few months back, little did I know that Ellen had it all along. The photograph was right in my room, but since she got it anyway, it only meant one obvious thing.That meant someone in my house was feeding her information. She had known about the existence of my children all along. This was enough proof for me that Ellen and her father were behind the kidnapping of my kids.Earlier on after I had arrived at the mansion, I had barged into her room hoping to find her there, but she wasn't. I had Andrew, my Chief
Kamille's POVI stirred awake feeling better than the day before, but something felt off. My eyes were heavy, probably because I had slept for so long. I forced them open and sat up in bed, taking in my surroundings. Zeke's penthouse.Then, the memories of yesterday came flooding back. My kids were in danger, kidnapped, and I didn’t know where they were. How could I have slept so comfortably all through the night?Tears welled up in my eyes again, but I blinked them away. I had to be strong enough for them. If I was going to find them, then I would need all the composure I could muster up. I hurried into the bathroom, desperate to wash away the fear and guilt clinging to me. The hot water cascaded over me, but it did little to soothe my anxiety. After drying off, I slipped into a light shirt and shorts that Zeke had provided. He was always making available things in time of need and I could not help but begin to feel comfortable with it.I stepped out of the closet and back into th
Ellen's POV I stared at the taxi as Kamille drove off in it. I felt disgust twisting in my gut. I was not expecting to see her opening the door, but I'm glad I did. That would further destabilize her. I could feel Zeke’s eyes on me, burning with anger and frustration.“Get lost from my sight,” Zeke spat, his voice laced with venom.I didn't flinch. Instead, I gave him a cold, calculated smile. “I was about to leave anyway.”Turning on my heel, I walked to my car, my heart beating with a blend of rage and satisfaction. As I settled into the back seat, my driver started the engine and drove away from Zeke’s mansion.As we approached the gates, I noticed men clad in black attire and masks, crowd at the gate. “What the fuck are they doing there?” I muttered under my breath.Arriving at the gate, I noticed the taxi Kamille left in, was still at the gate. Then I realized Zeke had ordered the gate to be shut, but as my car neared the gate, it was opened for me to pass.I wound the window of
Zeke's POV After Ellen left, I wasted no time. I grabbed my phone and called the special operations team. “Stop the cab Kamille is in,” I ordered, my voice sharp.“We see Ellen’s car as well. What about her?” The leader asked.“Let the witch pass. Focus on Kamille,” I instructed, feeling the urgency in my veins.I hurried to the nearest car and jumped into it. As I drove, the tension in my body increased. I knew Kamille would be resistant, but I had no choice. She needed to know the truth of what really happened.When I arrived at the gate, my men had already stopped the cab. Kamille was still seated inside the cab, but her expression was a mix of anger and fear. The driver looked confused, his hands raised in a gesture of compliance.“What the hell is this, Zeke?” Kamille shouted as soon as she saw me.“I need to talk to you,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “Get in my car.”“I don’t care about you and Ellen,” she yelled back. “I just want to see my kids!”I took a deep breat
Kamille's POV After the meal, we got ready to leave. The food had barely passed down my throat, but Belle being the doctor that she was, prepared something else fast and quick that I could quickly eat up in time for our departure.“Are you alright?” Amanda asked.“Yeah, I'm fine,” I responded to her. I nodded, but I was far from being alright. My heartbeat was no longer stable as my thoughts were filled with so many possible outcomes of Zeke's journey to the abandoned warehouse.Belle came up behind us and we got into Amanda's car and drove away. Behind us were Zeke's security personnel and I could see some of them ahead.The sun was setting and soon enough, it would be dark. I prayed silently that all should be over by morning. We arrived in front of my apartment. The sight of it brought tears to my eyes.I stumbled out of the car up the steps to the house, my heart pounding and silent tears streaming down my face. Amanda unlocked the door and we stepped in. Outside we noticed the
Kamille's POV Grateful that I acted calm around Belle and Amanda, making them believe I had resigned myself to wait for Zeke’s return, I went into the shower and had a cold bath.As I stepped out of the shower into my room, I noticed Belle standing there. “Sorry, I heard the sound of water and decided to come see what's up,” “Thank you, but I was just having my bath,” I replied and looked away.“Kamille, are you sure you're okay?” Belle asked, her eyes filled with concern.I nodded, forcing a smile. “Yes, Belle. I just need to rest. Maybe sleep will help.”Belle squeezed my hand. “We'll be here if you need anything.”“Thanks,” I replied, feeling guilty for deceiving her. “I appreciate it.”I walked to my bed and pretended to sleep. I lay still, counting the minutes until the house grew silent. When I was certain everyone was asleep, I slipped out of bed and quietly grabbed my phone and the note the driver had given me earlier. My hands trembled as I dialed his number.“Hello?” the d
Zeke's POV We arrived at the warehouse just as the sky was darkening. We had to be very discreet, to not get caught by the men involved. Anything that would lead to a shootout without first securing my kids was what I was trying to avoid.Arriving at the doorway leading into the warehouse, I felt a strange chill in the air. The place was eerily quiet, and as I stepped inside, my heart sank. The warehouse had been cleared out completely. There was no sign of Ellen or anyone else. I walked further in, the emptiness echoing my footsteps.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, pulling out my phone. I dialed my father’s number, needing his guidance.“What’s the situation?” he answered, his voice stern and filled with authority.“The warehouse is empty,” I reported, frustration seeping into my tone. “It looks like they just moved out. The place is freshly cleaned.”There was a pause before he responded. “They couldn't have left town. We can use this to our advantage. Look for any clues th
Zeke's POV “Drop any fucking weapon you have on you,” They commanded. I took out the two silencers I had in my back pocket and threw them at them. They picked it up as they approached me and brushed over me in search of any other weapon.Of course, they carried out a blind search. That's the moment one of them recognized me. “Mr. Reid?” He asked, looking surprised.“Seems like I have some fans down here,” I smirked.“Doesn't matter anywhere, since you may not make it out alive,” another said and they pushed me into the room with a shotgun hidden perfectly in my boots.I saw Kamille standing over some papers on the table. Tears were streaming down her face. Relief washed over me as I rushed to her side.“Kamille,” I said softly, enveloping her in my arms. “Thank heavens you’re okay.”She looked up at me, her eyes red and swollen from crying. “Zeke, I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just couldn’t sit there and do nothing.”I pulled her into my arms, holding her tight. “It’s okay. I’m her