As they stepped into the evening, the air was cool and crisp. Kamsy led Emily to the car, opening the door for her with a gentlemanly gesture. Once they were both inside, he started the engine and began driving, the city lights casting a warm glow on the streets. "Are you going to tell me where we're going?" Emily asked, a playful smile on her lips. Kamsy glanced at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Nope, it's a surprise. But I promise you'll love it." Emily settled back in her seat, feeling a mix of curiosity and excitement. The drive was peaceful, and she found herself relaxing in Kamsy's presence. After a short while, they pulled up to a quaint little wooden house nestled in a grove of trees. Fairy lights adorned the exterior, casting a magical glow. Kamsy helped Emily out of the car, guiding her towards the house. "This place is special to me," he said softly. "I wanted to share it with you." As they walked inside, Emily's eyes widened in awe. The interior was cozy and
Angelo sat in his dimly lit study, the flickering light of a solitary lamp casting shadows on the walls. The room was filled with pictures of Emily, each one capturing a different moment of her life since she was taken away. Photos of her at school, in the garden, and even candid shots of her when she thought no one was watching. Angelo stared at these images, a mixture of longing and anger coursing through him.He couldn’t understand why things had gone so wrong. Emily was supposed to be with him, not in the hands of another man. The thought of Kamsy being close to her, touching her, made Angelo's blood boil. He clenched his fists, trying to control the rage that threatened to consume him.Since the day Emily was taken, Angelo had men following her everywhere. They reported back to him daily, giving him detailed accounts of her movements, her interactions, her moods. He knew she was struggling, that she missed her family and friends. He knew she thought about him, too. The way she so
The morning sun cast a soft glow over the mansion as Emily prepared for school. She felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension, her mind still replaying the events of the previous evening. She dressed quickly, choosing a simple but comfortable outfit, and made her way downstairs. Kamsy was already waiting by the car, a concerned expression on his face.As they drove towards the school, Kamsy glanced at her repeatedly, his eyes searching for answers. “Emily,” he began, his voice soft but insistent, “about yesterday… You seemed really off when we got back. Did something happen? Why did you pull away so suddenly?”Emily bit her lip, trying to find the right words. She didn’t want to burden Kamsy with her confusion and doubts. “I’m sorry, Kamsy,” she finally said, forcing a smile. “I was just feeling a bit overwhelmed, that’s all. It’s nothing serious, really.”Kamsy looked unconvinced but nodded, respecting her wish to drop the subject. He pulled the car to a stop in front of the scho
The police arrived swiftly, questioning Emily and Jake about the incident. Emily provided as much information as she could, describing the hooded man and his threatening demeanor. After taking their statements, the officers assured them they would investigate the matter thoroughly. Emily felt a slight sense of relief, knowing the authorities were involved, but the nagging worry in the back of her mind remained.Once the police left, Emily and Jake headed to their first class. She tried to focus on the lessons, but her mind kept drifting back to the incident. During lunch, she met up with Aaron and filled him in on what had happened."I can't believe it," Aaron said, his brow furrowed with concern. "Are you sure you're okay, Emily?"She nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, thanks to Jake. I just can't shake the feeling that there's more to this."Jake put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We'll keep an eye out for anything suspicious. You have us, Emily. You're not alone."The rest of
Kamsy stood in his father’s office, the tension in the air thick and suffocating. He watched Inishola, his father, pace back and forth, his movements sharp and agitated. The weight of his father’s frustration pressed heavily on Kamsy’s shoulders.“Why didn’t she tell us about the note?” Inishola asked again, his voice a low growl. He adjusted his blue suit jacket, a briefcase ready by his side for his trip to Florida. He had a mission to attend to, but now this unexpected issue with Emily was throwing everything off balance.“She didn’t think much about it,” Kamsy replied, trying to keep his tone steady. “And the other day, she got attacked at school by a hooded man.”Inishola’s eyes flashed with anger. “And you are just telling me this now?” he roared, making Kamsy flinch. The intensity of his father’s fury was palpable.“Sorry, Father,” Kamsy said quickly. “I thought I could handle everything. You’re busy, and I didn’t want to involve you.”Inishola took a deep breath, trying to cal
The hum of the jet engines filled the cabin, a constant reminder of the urgency and gravity of their situation. Kamsy held Emily close, feeling the tension in her body slowly begin to ease as the minutes ticked by. He glanced over at his father, who was still deep in conversation on his phone, his face a mask of concentration and determination.Kamsy’s mind raced with a million thoughts. He couldn’t shake the guilt of not involving his father sooner, and the worry of what might come next weighed heavily on him. Yet, amidst the chaos, he found solace in Emily’s presence. Her trust in him, despite everything, gave him the strength to face the challenges ahead.After what felt like hours, Inishola finally ended his call and walked over to where Kamsy and Emily were sitting. He looked at them both, his expression softening slightly as he spoke.“We’re heading to one of our safe houses in Florida. It’s well-secured and off the grid,” Inishola explained. “We’ll be safe there while we figure
Angelo sat in his dimly lit office, his mind consumed with thoughts of Emily. He couldn't shake the image of her being attacked, and the rage that simmered just beneath the surface threatened to boil over. He had been relentless in his search for the man responsible, and now, finally, he had him.The hooded man was bound to a chair in the middle of the room, his head hanging low. Angelo stood before him, a cold, calculating expression on his face. The man had a wild look in his eyes, a twisted smile playing at his lips as he stared back at Angelo."Who sent you to hurt Emily?" Angelo's voice was low and dangerous, filled with barely contained fury.The man laughed, a high, manic sound that echoed off the walls. "You think you scare me?" he taunted, his voice dripping with derision. "You're just a lovesick fool."Angelo's jaw tightened, but he didn't react. He had dealt with men like this before—men who thrived on fear and chaos. He knew that showing anger would only fuel the man's def
Angelo sat at his mahogany desk, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and plans. The realization that Victor Serkov was after Emily had set a fire within him. He couldn't let her be harmed, and he certainly couldn't let her brothers or anyone else get involved. This was his responsibility, his burden to bear.He picked up his phone and dialed his most trusted associate. "Marco, I need you to send a message to Inishola. Tell him I want to make a deal and that I have critical information for him. Make sure it reaches him by tonight. We're moving to Florida."Marco's voice crackled on the other end. "Understood, boss. I'll handle it personally."Angelo hung up and leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. The weight of the situation pressed down on him. Emily's safety was paramount, but dealing with Serkov would not be easy. Serkov was known for his ruthlessness and would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. Angelo needed to be one step ahead at all times.He rose from his chair and