Abducted

Frank Gotham glared at the screen, cursing internally as he watched the CCTV footage of his office. The most important thing was stolen from his office and he had secrets that should remain hidden.

"Fucking hell!" He growled when he recognised who the robber was. It was none other than his enemy. Most people were unaware of this man's connections with the underworld, however, Frank was well aware of it and he wasn't going to let him get away with it. 

Stealing from him was his worst mistake and if Frank has to teach him a lesson, he will not hesitate. Grabbing his gun, he stormed out of his room, gesturing his men to follow. 

Soon the three well-dressed men were racing towards Walter's residence, fully armed and ready to invade Walter's privacy. However, when they barged into their 3 bedroom apartment, all he saw was an empty house. A clean and tidy apartment where everything was arranged neatly. Not even the tiniest bit of dust could be seen. 

"Gah!" He screamed and kicked a ceramic vase at one side, shattering it into tiny pieces, and disrupting the peace of the house. 

"Who is it?" A middle-aged woman who was wearing an apron ran into the living room, holding a spatula in her hand. 

"Where is he?" Frank clasped onto his cold gun, gritting his teeth, as he glared at the woman who was apparently confused and startled.

"He is…. not…. home." She stammered, as her eyes darted from his hands to his face. Gulping, she studied the faces of the three men, who looked like they were dangerous men. They looked sophisticated. However, they gave her the creeps. Their angry expressions coupled with the guns in their hands could only mean trouble.

Her heart pounded frantically when they sauntered over to her. Her breathing came out in deep gasps as she took a step back involuntarily. She glanced from Frank to the ones who stood behind him, worried about what was about to happen.

"Wha….what do you want?" She asked in a little voice after mustering up all the courage she could. Frank didn't reply. Instead, he mercilessly grabbed her hair, making her scream in pain and pointed the pistol in his hands to her temple. 

"Tell me where the fuck he is!" He growled through his gritted teeth. 

"I….I don't know…" she cried, flinching. "He has not come home for two weeks! Even his daughter has started to worry about him!" Tears were now streaming down her cheeks, as she winced in pain. However, Frank didn't feel even the slightest bit of sympathy towards her. 

"Lies!" He bellowed and pushed her to the floor. She let out a cry, as she fell onto the tiled floor. "I don't believe in all of this nonsense and drama! I have my reasons not to! Now fucking tell me where he is or else I'll kill you!" He threatened, cocking his gun at her as she kneeled in front of him, holding her hands together and begging him to let her go. 

"Please….have mercy! I am just a maid… I have a family…..." She was crying hysterically, begging for her life. 

Frank felt his anger skyrocket, and his patience ran thin. He was about to pull the trigger when he thought he heard footsteps. It was then he noticed that the maid's eyes were fixed at the space over his shoulders, right before it darted back to his face. Realising that something wasn't right, he suddenly grabbed the maid's hair and turned around, so that he was holding the older woman as a shield. 

His eyes focused on a petite, slim female, who was holding a chair over her head, ready to strike.

Smirking, he pressed his gun against the maid's temple and motioned to her to keep the chair.

"Jenny! Run!" The maid begged however, the young girl who had entered didn't have any intention of running away from the obviously dangerous situation. 

"What in the world is going on in my house!" She demanded. 

"You don't have the right to barge into my house and threaten my nanny like that!" She screamed, scowling at Frank. 

"Let her go!" She clenched her fists 

Amused by her courage, Frank raised an eyebrow, however, he was too pissed off about what Rudolph had done, so he narrowed his eyes at the brown-haired beauty in front of him. 

"Listen, young lady, I don't have time for nonsense. Your father is a wretched thief. Now tell me where he is!" 

He growled menacingly. However, it didn't scare Jennifer. She was ready to protect her maid, and her father with her life if she had to. Her father was the only family she had, despite his absence in her life and her nanny was the closest to a mother she had since her real mother had died during childbirth. 

"You know what? Whatever you are saying, makes no sense at all." She hissed, glaring back at the well-built man, her eyes burning with rage. With dark hair that was neatly slicked back and a smile that could murder hearts, Jennifer thought he was indeed handsome. However, he most certainly has gotten on her nerves for her to care about his looks.

"Do you think I give a fuck?" His whisper was low toned and would have made Jennifer shiver in fear, however, she was way too determined on saving her family. She made sure that her facial expressions confirmed it.

"Fine! You have two choices. Either I kill your precious nanny or you come with me as my prisoner, until you stupid father returns what is mine!" He hissed, pressing his gun against her nanny's head. Wide-eyed, her nanny looked at Jenny and shook her head. 

"No, Jenny! Run! Don't go with him!" She begged, not caring about her safety. 

Jennifer glanced from her nanny to the ruthless man who stood in front of her and took in a deep, shaky breath. 

"I am ready." She said, low-toned as she narrowed her eyes at the well-built man, who had his face clean shaved and his jet black hair slicked back. 

Smirking in triumph, he gestured to his men to take Jennifer away. Frowning, Jennifer stared at her nanny as her hands were tied behind her back and was dragged out of the apartment. Just as they were about to drag her away from the entrance, she shouted. 

"Wait! Leave my nanny alone!" She demanded. Still smirking, Frank slowly backed off. 

"Of course. She will have to call and inform your idiotic father about how I have abducted you, anyway." He chuckled. 

He still had his gun pointed at the middle-aged maid, until all of them got out of the apartment and dashed towards the car, which was parked right outside the apartment building. 

The entire ride was filled with silence, where Jennifer kept memorising the features of all three of them. 

"What did my father steal from you, anyway?" She asked them, as soon as they entered Frank's house. 

"My laptop. And I have proof." Frank firmly replied, facing her. Their eyes made contact and their gazes burnt into each other. There was nothing except hatred for each other in their orbs. 

"Release her hands and lock her up in the attic," Frank ordered his men, as he stared at her. Her hands were untied. She glared back at Frank the entire time. She wasn't scared of him. And she will prove it!

Narrowing her eyes at Frank, she kicked his balls, making him crouch, groaning in pain. 

"Hey! You bitch!" One of his guards yelled, slapping Jennifer on the back of her head. However, it didn't waver her determination. 

"I'm not scared of you, asshole!" She hissed at them. 

Gritting their teeth, Frank's men were about to take their guns when Frank suddenly gestured to them to stop. 

"No! We need her! She is our prisoner and we will use her as bait! So just lock her up and do as I say." He said, standing up. "No one kills her until I say so." He added in a hushed whisper, scowling at the pretty, young woman who had dared show any kind of resistance towards the dreaded mafia leader. 

"Take her away!" He ordered and his men grabbed her hands and started to drag her up the stairs, towards the attic. 

"She is a lovely kitten." One of them snickered. 

"Oh yeah. It would be a shame if that body goes to waste." The other agreed, chuckling darkly. 

Jennifer shuddered, fear suddenly gripping her heart. They pushed her into a dark and damp attic where cobwebs and dust made her nose itch. However, their conversation had got her worried much more than anything else. 

"What do you mean?" She asked, looking at them with wide eyes. 

"Oh, we won't do anything to you yet. We will wait till the boss allows us to get rid of you." One of them flashed a lopsided grin before slamming the door shut, leaving Jennifer all alone in the dark, with her heart hammering in her chest.