We were all gathered in the living room at my parents’ house. Nita’s parents were beside themselves. Mrs Williams hadn’t stopped crying, and Mr Williams sat on the sofa, every once in a while grabbing his chest. Yeah, my chest hurt too.
I downed glass after glass of whiskey to dull my pain. My mother couldn’t bear the torture and was already losing herself. She kept mixing things up like assuming Gwen was Nita and wondering why we were looking for her.
Yeah, Gwen was there too. For what reason, I had no idea.
We had no lead, and the people watching Sam had nothing to report. The police had no evidence he took her and couldn’t do anything. I was stranded.
My dad called in every favor in law enforcent he could. Nothing was working. The security caras in the hotel were no help either. There was no record of her leaving.
I was just about to go outside to scream at the skies when my phone vibrated; everyone perked up instantly, hoping for news.
I checked my phone; it was an unknown number. Martin had already set up a tracer in the living room area, and he signaled to pick up. I did and put it on loudspeaker.
"Hello."
"Richard?" Her beautiful voice wafted through the speaker, and hope filled my heart.
"Nita? Nita, where are you? I’ve been going out of my mind."
"Don’t do what he says... ah." I heard the sound of a slap and Nita crying out in pain. My blood ran cold.
"Whoever you are, I will find you, and I will kill you with my own hands."
I heard a sinister chuckle first, and then he said, "Threatening the man who has the life of your wife in his hands. I thought you were a smart businessman, Richard." The voice sounded very familiar, but it wasn’t Sam’s.
"What do you want?"
"You have forty-eight hours to sign the ownership of Nuro Companies to Sam." The voice said, and the call ended.
I looked to my dad; in that mont, I wasn’t thinking of anything else but my wife.
"Richard, no! calm down; we haven’t exhausted our options yet."
"Dad... it’s my wife. She’s carrying our child, your grandchild. Dad, please."
"Son, we still have forty-eight hours. If we don’t have any other options, I will do it." He turned to Martin. "Anything?"
"Call was too short. I was only able to ping the area but not the exact location."
I hurried to the screen where everything was set up and looked at the map. The area was too wide to search.
One of the guards stationed outside walked into the house and said a Mr. Franklin was outside and said it was very important.
"Tell him to fuck off!" I shouted. Was he here to gloat? To remind how much better off Nita is without . I fucking know that already. All I have done was put her in danger since I married her.
"Who is Mr. Franklin?" Gwen asked, but I ignored her. Why was she here again? My mother had her around more frequently so she wouldn’t feel alone. Her pregnancy was in its final trister, and my mother didn’t want to miss a mont.
She didn’t like Gwen, but she already adored the child.
The guard ca back in a few minutes later.
"I’m sorry, but he says he may know where Mrs. Nuro is."
What the fuck!
I raced outside instantly to find him outside the gate.
"Did you take her? Did you take my wife?" I shouted.
He scratched his eyebrows, looking at as he always did, like I was stupid.
"Would I be here if I did?... never mind... I think I know where she might be, but I need to know if your main suspect is Sam."
"I will take anything you got, Spill."
"Well, I had my suspicions about Sam when I was doing my evaluation. He was inciting the board against Nita and, well... you, so I thought to look further into him."
"I don’t need to know how you know; I just need to know what you know."
"He rents a warehouse at the seaport!" he announced.
"That’s the area the call pinged from."
"I will call the police." My dad said.
"I’m not waiting for that. Martin?"
"I’ll get the car." Martin turned back into the compound, and a few minutes later, he was driving out. I got in the front seat, nodded at Victor, who revved his own engine and drove off while we followed behind.
Wait for , my love. I’m coming!
*****
Nita’s POV
Everything hurt, but I preserved my strength for my child. I needed to stay alive for my child. I don’t know how, but I am going to get out of this.
My wrist and shoulders hurt from being tied to the back of the chair I was bound on. Damon in constant watch. My muscles ached, and my throat was parched.
I slowed my breathing to conserve my energy.
Damon wasn’t working alone; he was working with Sam. I don’t understand how Sam can be so stupid to do sothing so obvious, unless he planned on killing Damon and as soon as the company is signed over to him.
I had to get out of here, but how? I didn’t even know where we were. There was just one window in the cargo container, and the damn thing was so freaking hot.
Damon kept glancing towards the entrance like he was expecting soone.
I looked around once more and saw a movent by the window. It was like a mirage; I thought my mind was playing tricks on . I bent my head to my chest, pretending I was tired, and looked again through the corner of my eyes.
It was Martin.
They found .
There was no way to get in without Damon noticing him, I had to help.
"Hey, errand boy! Can I get a glass of water?" I called to him in the corner.
"I am beginning to think you have a death wish! How does your husband handle that mouth?" He stood up from his seat and went to the water dispenser they had deed fit to put in the heat can. He filled a disposable cup and brought it to .
I made sure his back was properly turned to the entrance. He fed the water, and I made a big show of being noisy with drinking it.
It gave Martin the opportunity to break into the space. In that distracting mont, Martin fired his gun hitting Damon in the chest.
The sound of the gun echoing in the room frightened , and I scread. Damon fell to the floor, the life leaving his eyes, blood pooling at my feet.
Martin entered, his eyes and gun scanning the room.
"Clear, sir!" Martin ran towards , and Richard rushed in behind him. My heart swelled at the sight of him. My husband, but he looked like he had lost half his weight in just a few hours. His eyes were red and sunken with worry and exhaustion.
He reached for , but Martin stopped him.
"I need to check for traps, sir," Martin said.
Richard snapped. "Well hurry the fuck up. I need to hug my wife!"
Richard stepped aside while Martin got to work on checking my bindings and around the seat I had been in for hours.
I bent over, checking to see if he hadn’t missed anything.
It happened so quickly, I barely even saw what happened. A loud smack echoed through the room. I looked up and saw Richard’s fra fall to the floor, his mouth spitting blood.
"Richard!!!"
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