Grand escape

Yolanda's standpoint

   I whimpered as I struggled with the rope tying my hands together behind my back. You'll think they'll afford a child a decent imprisonment. They didn't have to be so rude with the refrain. Three men sat in the SUV to watch me, though playing cards and distracting themselves. My father's men were fool, but they could do better than this. At least, if you're going to insult me, tie me up properly and place more intelligent guards, not the four sacks of nails.

   We had been moving from one place to another in vehicles, boats, helicopters, and trains. The men were trying their very best to make it difficult for dad to find me, and I hand it to them, that's the only proper thing they had done so far. I had no idea of my location, neither had I seen the sun because they took the honor of blindfolding me every time I stepped out. It was either they knew I wasn't just a small kid, or they were simply cruel to children. I mean, who starves a kid? And if I remember correctly, when you want to use a living body to blackmail another, you need that collateral alive. If I was a regular stupid kid, I'd be dead and so would they.

With the rate at which they were moving, dad would never find me on time.

   'Will you stop whimpering,' the taller one with a face as hideous as a mole, snapped. I scoffed, successfully unbinding my hands. If dad can't get to me in time, he'd be expecting me to set myself free and contact him.

   'Will you get your mouth washed? It smells worse than my kitty's poop.' I snorted, more to the fact that I didn't even own a cat. Well, as expected from the big bad men, they growled.

   'Brat,' so I'm told.

   'Tell that to your mother, idiot. I'm sure she even abandoned you because of your ugliness and bad luck. If I were her, I would do the same thing. No one wants a child born to be a robber—'

   'Why, you insolent, little bastard!' They were easier to provoke than I thought. Made my escape plan easy. He made to slap me, but I shifted my face at the last minute, catching his pinky finger with my sharp teeth. I thought dad was insane when he took me to a dentist and insisted he change my canines to long fangs. He said his natural ones saved his life more than he can count. I will never argue with him again. Without wasting time, I sank my teeth into his fingers, feeling the delicate bone grazing my fangs.

   He screamed out with pain, struggling to get free. 'Let go of my finger!'

   'Let go, witch!' The remaining two yelled, hitting my back and head but I refused to let go. I tightened my jaw and snapped my neck backward, ripping his skin along. He screamed along with them, shock overriding their faces. I spat his fleshy skin out and vomited his hideous blood. Ignoring the hard slap to my face that had me hitting my head on the metallic floor, I coughed to swallow my cry. I refuse to cry. A true Allen doesn't cry. Dad hammered that into my head.

   'Park the truck!' The last one shouted. SUV, you nitwit. They parked the vehicle and all stepped out to examine the damage. How many people does it take to examine mini damage? See what I mean by sack of nails? Well, it was to my favor. 'I can't believe this little bitch did this. How! What happened?'

   'She's just like her father, ruthless, a monster…' I removed the bind, no need pretending. I quickly untied my legs as they continued to scream curses at me and father. 'I'm going to kill her!'

   'Boss wants her in shape, remember?' And yet, I was starved.

   'Fuck that!'

   'I know what will really break her, let's show her how big a real man's dick is.' I don't know who suggested that but I certainly didn't like it. I crawled over to the driver's seat, good thing they foolishly left the key. Dad taught me how to drive, fortunately. I started the truck. With a few adjustments, I was ready to go. They were arguing about continuing on their way or punishing me by rape. Idiots.

   'Who's starting the… Oh, no!' I drove off immediately.

   'Stop her! Get in the other car!'

   'Crap!' I yelled, hitting the steering wheel. I couldn't call, dad had a mole in there. More than one. That was how his enemy found out he had a daughter safely hidden in China. I huffed and stepped on the gas, they were catching up.

Gun, it has to be here somewhere!

   I risked it, leaving the wheel to search the compartment for a gun or two. Father usually kept three there all the time in his own car, and he taught me all the places to look for weapons in any vehicle. I whooped with joy when I found one, returning quickly to the wheel. I checked the bullet, just one. It was more than enough. Leaving the wheel again, I pointed the gun out of the window, using the mirror to perfect my aim. I pulled the trigger.

   The force of releasing the bullet with one hand made me hit the steering wheel with my chest, but I still hit my target; I never miss. 'Heehaw!' I exclaimed laughingly and took over the wheel again. I shot the engine, the car was going to explode. Now, to get to town, find a place to stay for a while and figure out how to reach dad without the moles finding out. The problem is how.

Ted's standpoint

   I turned my desk over with frustration, my baby girl was missing, my only sunshine. She was taken, and her caretakers thought hiding it from me was the best way to save their lives. Foolish. If they informed me earlier, I would have tracked her down sooner. I still didn't know how Mercy found out about her, I could swear with my life that no one except Carlos (my right-hand man) knew about her existence and location. If anything should happen to her, forgiving myself was not an action. Even though she was the mini version of me, she held the only light and sanity I had left.

   'Boss,' Carlos called softly. I looked over my shoulder, his sad face giving me the answer. 'I'm sorry.'

   'How, how did he find out! How! Carlos, you know how much my sister meant to me, what I went through when she died. If it wasn't for Yolanda, I would have gone mad—'

   'I know, Ted, I know. Please don't be like this again.'

   'Did you tell anyone that I have a daughter?'

   'You know I will never tell anyone about Yolanda, she's like a sister to me, even if she's a spoiled brat. She's far too precious to me and you know that.' True, Carlos has been there for me through thick and thin. We were there for each other ever since we started this path since childhood. We didn't have a choice, my father was the king of all mobsters, believe it or not, he ruled them all and Carlos's father was his right-hand man. It was naturally my duty to become the heir after he was killed. I didn't care much because I love what I do. However, what I do doesn't work with care or emotions, I learned that the hard way when my father killed my mother for snitching, I watched her die the cruelest way a woman could die.

   Since then, my sister was my only love, the only one I cared about before she died after giving birth to Yolanda; poisoned. My mother's last wish was to never lose sight of the light that dwells in me, to always find a way to hold on to it, so my emotions won't bury itself completely. Her words set itself in my head, the reason I always found something to give me a bit of happiness. I could never stop myself from caring about her mother and then her, my little black-hearted angel; the only almost good thing I care about.

   'What do we do now?'

   'I say you be patient. Yolanda is a very clever girl, I know that because you raised her, and she has two dark bloods running through her veins. She'll find a way to get back.'

   'And if she doesn't?' I growled. On a serious note, she ought to have set herself free by now, what is taking her so long?

   'If she's still under captivity, then there are three possibilities. They are being very watchful of her, she's finding it difficult to contact us or…' he trailed off, expecting me to complete the statement.

   'There's another mole among us, and she knows who that mole is,' I completed for him. 'She's going to find a way, the secret symbol. Set the satellite to pick up any of the frequency or symbol if in sight, and we better start watching the movement of everyone in the main house.' He nodded and walked out. When I get that mole, I'll kill him or her, resurrect and kill him or her again. But for now, be safe, Yolanda, I pray you do.