FATHER AND SON’S OBSESSION

THE KIDNAP

Chapter 1

TWENTY-THREE YEARS AGO

BOOM! The bomb exploded, trapping over ten to fifteen police officers.

"Help me please," He stretched out his hands, but I couldn't help, not with that document about to go up in flames.

"Jones! Jones!" He screamed, but I was out already; I knew he was going to survive; he was already one step to being a chief of staff, so getting trapped under a burning drum meant nothing.

"You gonna let me die?"

"My wife is pregnant; I'm sorry I can't help," I screamed in response and dashed out of the room. Thankfully the papers weren't burnt yet, but immediately I stepped out of that building, I heard another BOOM! Sound.

"May their souls rest in peace," I muttered and threw my badge into the fire.

I thought they were all dead, but who knew Nemesis would catch up with me one day?

.......PRESENT.......

Emily’s POV

"Alright, I will see you tomorrow," I waved at Betty and took the opposite direction. I knew the man in black pants was following me, but I wasn't sure; he was probably going in the same direction as me.

Just as I was about to stop a taxi, a car pulled in front of me and the next fifteen seconds felt like a nightmare.

I had never known fear like I felt that night.

My throat burned from screaming, but the masked men didn’t seem to care. They carried me like I weighed nothing, shoving me into the back of a black SUV. My nails scraped against the door as I struggled, while my heart pounded against my chest.

“Let me go!” I shouted, hoping someone would hear me and thrashing against the rough grip of the man beside me. “Please! You have the wrong person!”

I got no response and that even scared me the most.

The car sped through the streets, the city lights flashing past the tinted windows. My hands trembled as one of them put duct tape around my wrists.

What did they want from me? Who were they? I whispered. Poor mom, she would cry out her eyes once she found out I'd been kidnapped.

Finally, the car slowed, then stopped. The doors swung open, and before I could resist, strong hands yanked me out. My eyes darted around, I was in front of a massive mansion, its towering iron gates shutting behind us with a menacing clang. It looked like something out of a Gothic nightmare, all dark stone and arched windows. A place where secrets were buried.

I was dragged through the grand doors and into a dimly lit hallway.

Then, they dumped me inside a huge well-decorated room, which was quite the opposite of what I had expected.

I crawled to the door and fumbled with the knob, but it was locked.

Tears welled up in my eyes. My chest tightened as I realized I was completely alone.

Minutes later, the door creaked open, and my breath caught in my throat.

A man stepped inside; He was young, maybe mid-twenties, but damn! He was f*****g handsome, I could swear that I had seen him in the Allure magazine.

Though he looked dangerous, His black shirt clung to his lean, muscular frame, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms adorned with a watch that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. His dark hair was slightly tousled as if he hadn’t bothered to fix it, yet somehow, it made him look even more effortlessly striking.

But it was his eyes that scared me the most. Scared me? No, interested me the most. It was the perfect eyes for afternoon s*x, piercing, searching and dark.

“Do you like your room?” He asked, smiling. "I prepared it specially for you, heard you like pink."

I pressed myself against the wall. “Who are you?” I whispered, fear evident in my tone.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled out his phone and dialled a number.

I watched in horror as he put the phone to his ear.

“Mr. Jones,” he said coolly.

My blood turned to ice. He was talking to my father.

“You have seventy-two hours to send the documents. If not," he paused, his gaze flickering to me, “you’ll never see your daughter again. In fact, I will kill her and make you watch!”

A strangled cry escaped my lips. “No! Please, don’t do this!”

He ignored me. But a smirk suddenly appeared on his face, I didn't hear what my dad said, but whatever it was amused him.

“I suggest you don’t waste my time,” he said, then ended the call.

I swallowed hard, my pulse erratic. “Please,” I tried again, my voice shaking. “I don’t know what you want, but my father will do what you ask. Just let me go.”

A sly grin spread across the corner of his lips; the young man was handsome, but his dimples were not even helping matters; for a second, I forgot about the fear gnawing in my chest and stared at his lips as he spoke.

Suddenly, He crouched in front of me, his dark eyes boring into mine. “Do you think begging will change anything?”

Tears slipped down my cheeks. “I don’t want to die.”

He tilted his head slightly. “Then hope your father doesn’t disappoint me.”

"What did he do?" I asked

"Sweetheart, it's none of your business, but if your father does not surrender those documents, I swear, I will cut you piece by piece and mail it to him. And if after that he refuses, I will take your mom, you know she's carrying your junior brother? So pray he coporates with us."

I bit my lower lips as they quivered, what if Dad insists on not giving him the documents? Dad has always put work and money first, he knows nothing about me, and I fear I might be dead in 72 hours.

"Please, what do you want? I can do anything for you, please; leave my mom out of this; she's suffered a lot."

"Oh, what a sweet girl you are."

He stood up and made to leave but his eyes fell on my boobs, then he bent again and whispered.

"You said you would do anything I want?"

I nodded eagerly in response.

"Anything I want?" He asked again.

"Yes, anything you want," I replied.

"I see," he chuckled.