“Damien,” the man on the other side of the phone answered with surety after I asked him what it would take for me to get my mother, and I fell into an abyss of confusion. “What do you mean by that? How do you know his name? Just tell me what you want,” I asked, knowing fully well that I was getting glances from the driver seated beside me but not caring anyway. “I want to put you on a mission, Lauren, and your mother is the prize if you do things right. Are you ready to do what I ask of you?” he asked as if he was talking to a child, but I shoved my annoyance in the back of my mind. “What do you want me to do?” I asked after giving a sigh of defeat and closing my eyes, preparing to hear the worst. “Since that man trusts you enough now, you will have to gather substantial information about his business. Take pictures of his documents and files and send them to me through this number. Of course, you don’t need me to tell you that he must never know abo
Damien and I gave each other looks of confusion as Detective Sam just told us that the person behind everything that was happening with my mother knew us both, which made me have some doubt in her. “I don’t think you understand,” I argued, shaking my head, even though I wasn’t sure that saying something like that to a detective was the smartest thing I could do. “My mother was taken away from me before I fully got introduced to Damien.” Detective Sam glanced at me as I explained the situation before glancing at Damien, who nodded to confirm that what I had said was true. “If that’s the case, then this person might not be someone you both know, but someone who knows you two. I can tell that they have been keeping their eyes on you two, and they probably know that you’re in here right now.” The fear that came from that thought hit me, and I shook my head. “No, they can’t. They’re never going to release her to me if they know that we’re working w
“What?” I asked, stunned at the emergence of the new order that was never in the picture in the first place. “Did you not hear me the first time? How clear do I have to make myself?” He cleared his throat comically and spoke as if trying to break something down to a child. “I want you to put some tiny microphones all over Damien’s house just for me to be sure that you’re not telling him anything.” “How do you expect me to do all that? It’s not even my house. He knows the place more than I do, he’s definitely going to find half of them even if he doesn’t find them all.” At this, Damien looked at me consciously with a raised brow, and I blinked slowly to let him know that I would tell him when I hung up. “You have to find good hiding places in there, Lauren. Don’t make me be the one to give you ideas. I don’t know the exact layout of the old man’s house, but if you want me to break in…” “No, you can’t,” I said, shaking my head as if he could see me.
“What do you have to say about my mother, Conrad?” I questioned, wiping my tears as if that would help in not letting him know that I had just been crying some seconds ago. “You didn’t tell me about it. How am I just finding out about it from someone in the family?” He questioned. I didn’t know which one to react to first – the fact that the news was still being passed around in the family and me being the point of discussion between everybody, or the audacity that Conrad had to be telling me something like that after everything. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know that I was supposed to confide in you when any small thing happens to me, Conrad,” I said, the bitterness so obvious on my tongue that I could taste it. “This is not something small, Lauren. I know you’re still processing the shock of it, but you could have told me. Granted, I may not be the best person to tell about something like this as you understandably don’t trust me, but what about Shirley?”
I almost gasped when mine and Damien’s lips touched that night, but I held it in the way I held my breath when I felt his hand snaking around my waist and holding me steady. His lips were warm and soft, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to kiss them every day. When we pulled away, I finally took a deep breath as I finally caught myself, and the first thing that came out of my mouth was, “I’m so sorry.” “Why are you apologizing?” He questioned, and I made the words dance in my head for a moment as I asked myself the same thing – what was there to apologize for? It had been completely mutual, after all. “I think we should go to sleep,” I whispered, closing my eyes and closing the window of ever discussing what had just happened. I didn’t want to talk about it just yet as I wanted it to linger until the next morning when I was clear-headed enough to say something that made sense. “Goodnight, Lauren,” Damien said, and I could hear the
“What do you want?” Damien asked without even turning around to see what was happening, his voice cool and calm. It was almost as if he had expected it to happen and had seen it one too many times to be fazed by it. “Turn around with that bag,” he ordered, and Damien did exactly as he said, his eyes going towards my face immediately. He gave me a slow blink of assurance, and I could only nod at him as I chose to believe that he knew what he was doing and how to handle the situation without anyone having to get hurt. “Again, what do you want?” Damien repeated. This time, his voice was stern, as if he was indirectly letting the man know that his patience was wearing thin. I wanted to remind him so badly that he was not the one with the knife, and this man could easily have me killed in front of him if he smelled anything that seemed like a threat. I didn’t want to die before getting my mother back. Not like that. “What’s in the bag?” the man ask
Damien and I stared at each other for a moment as we silently processed the fact that we no longer had access to privacy in the house anymore. I picked up my phone and dialed the number of the kidnapper to tell him that I had done the job for added measure. “I know, I know. You have done quite okay with the setup. If I have any complaints against it, I will not hide it from you,” he informed. “Is there anything you want from me right now? I’m willing to do it if it means I can see my mother sooner.” I looked at Damien as I said that, and he gave me a nod of approval to let the kidnapper hear the desperation in my voice for him to trust that I would not disappoint him. “Do not get too eager, Lauren. Your mother can wait, and I still have to know that the old man of yours does not know about this little arrangement of ours. I’ll call you anytime soon. If you do not pick up, I’ll take it as a sign that you are ignoring me.” I took a deep breath,
It didn’t surprise me too much that Darla’s apology to me was not genuine, but getting proof of it still had a certain hit to it that took me aback for a moment after she told me to leave her brother alone. “I don’t think I understand,” I said, shaking my head as she frowned even deeper at me. “I don’t know what little agreement you both have with each other, but I already told you I’m protective over my brother. You look like a lot of trouble, from how young you are to the situation your mother is in. Not to mention that you were once Conrad’s girlfriend. Don’t you get a sense of shame when you remember that Damien is Conrad’s uncle?” I stared at her for a moment as I tried to come up with words that would not sound too disrespectful when I said them out loud, no matter how hard it was. “Damien is an adult,” I lectured, feeling strange about telling her something that was brazenly obvious. “He knows what he’s doing, even more than I am. I don’t understand w