All Chapters of Little Emily: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The PlanKamsy barely slept that night, his mind racing with plans and contingencies. By dawn, he was up, already going over the map Angelo had provided. The mansion was a flurry of activity as their team prepared for the mission. Inishola's connections had come through, and a small, skilled group had assembled, ready to rescue Emily.In the dim light of the early morning, Kamsy and Angelo stood by the table, finalizing their strategy. The tension between them had eased, replaced by a shared resolve."We'll split into two teams," Angelo said, tracing a path on the map. "One creates a distraction at the front gate, while the other enters through the sewer system."Kamsy nodded. "The sewer entrance is here," he pointed. "We’ll need to be quick and silent. Any noise could alert the guards."Inishola joined them, his face set in determination. "I've arranged for a truck to be waiting near the docks. Once you get Emily, we’ll make a fast exit."The team gathered in the main hall, going ov

Hard DecisionsThe truck rattled over the uneven road as they sped away from the docks. Kamsy kept a watchful eye on Emily, who had fallen into an exhausted sleep. Angelo sat across from him, his eyes scanning the surroundings, ever alert. The tension between them was still there, but it was muted by the relief of having Emily back.When they finally arrived at the safehouse, Inishola was waiting. His face was lined with worry, but he visibly relaxed when he saw Emily being carried inside. Kamsy and Angelo helped settle her on a couch, covering her with a blanket."She’ll need rest," Inishola said, his voice soft but firm. "And medical attention. I’ll call the doctor."Kamsy nodded, his exhaustion showing. "I’ll stay with her."Inishola looked at his son with a mixture of pride and concern. "You did well, Kamsy. Both of you," he added, glancing at Angelo.Angelo merely nodded, his expression unreadable. "It was a team effort."As the doctor arrived and began tending to Emily, Inishola

Amy sat on the worn couch in her small apartment, staring blankly at the flickering television. The noise of the city outside seemed distant, a faint hum that barely registered in her mind. She was lost in her thoughts, the weight of everything that had happened pressing down on her. Emily's ordeal with the mafia had been harrowing, and the news of her disappearance had hit Amy hard.Her boyfriend, Mikey, entered the room, carrying two mugs of hot chocolate. He handed one to Amy and sat down beside her, his eyes filled with concern. "You've been really quiet lately," he said softly. "What's going on?"Amy took a sip of the hot chocolate, the warmth doing little to ease the chill in her heart. She sighed, trying to find the words. "It's about Emily," she began, her voice trembling. "She's been through so much with the mafia, and now she's gone. I can't stop thinking about her."Mikey's expression grew more serious. "I remember you mentioning her before. She’s the one who got caught up

Inishola stood outside Emily's bedroom door, his hand poised to knock. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. This was not an easy conversation to have, but it was necessary. He had made his decision, but he needed Emily to understand why. With a determined nod, he knocked softly and waited for her response."Come in," Emily's voice called from within.Inishola opened the door and stepped inside. Emily was sitting on her bed, a book open in her lap. She looked up as he entered, her eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and apprehension."Hi, Emily," Inishola said, closing the door behind him."Hi," she replied, her tone guarded. "What's going on?"Inishola sat down on the edge of the bed, facing her. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking. "Emily, we need to talk about your future. About what's best for you."Emily's brow furrowed, and she closed the book, setting it aside. "What do you mean?"Inishola sighed, feeling the weight of his words. "Emily, you've been t

The mansion was cloaked in silence, the kind that only comes in the dead of night. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale light over the grounds. Inside, Inishola moved quietly through the hallways, his footsteps barely making a sound on the plush carpets. He knew what he had to do, and there was no time to waste.Reaching Emily’s door, he knocked softly, not wanting to startle her. After a few moments, he heard her sleepy voice call out, "Who is it?""It’s me, Inishola. We need to talk," he replied, keeping his voice low.Emily opened the door, rubbing her eyes. She was still in her pajamas, her hair tousled from sleep. "What’s going on?""We need to leave, Emily. Now. It’s not safe for you here any longer," Inishola said, his tone urgent.Emily's eyes widened in surprise and confusion. "Leave? Where are we going?"Inishola gently took her hand. "We’re leaving the country. It’s the best way to keep you safe. Get dressed and pack only what you need. I'll go wake Amy."Emily nod