Anya picked up Caleb from his crib and sniffed his diaper. Never in her life she imagined she'd be sniffing someone's butt like a dog, but here she was. Good thing Caleb was only a few months old and his poop didn't reach the solid state yet.
She put him down immediately. The diaper was full, alright.
"Connor! Get over here!" she called and thanked her lucky stars that he was home.
"What is it, sweetheart? Is there something wrong?" Connor asked.
"Yes. Something is terribly wrong. Your son exploded." She held Caleb up. "And it's your turn to get rid of the evidence."
Connor winced. "There's no way it's my turn already. I feel I did it the last two times already."
"Well, no one asked you to ejaculate inside me, so now you pay the price, dummy!" Anya declared.
Connor sighed. "You are a pain in my ass. I'm going to do it one last time. Then it's all you, buddy."
Anya handed Caleb to Connor and danced her way out. She had t
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Elisa felt like she couldn't breathe. Her whole world came crashing down her head. She knew Audre wasn't just missing. He has her. Gerald has her little girl. "Elisa, please calm down. Everything is going to be okay. We will figure something out," Anya said and rubbed her back in an attempt to calm her down. "Everything is not okay. He took my little girl. He will hurt her!" Elisa sobbed incessantly. "I'm calling the police to go to the school and question the teacher. I'll call Ansel to meet us there," Connor said. "I wish I could go too, but I have to be here with my baby," Anya sighed. "I understand. I just want her home again," Elisa wiped her tears and hugged Anya. She knew Gerald could do the most heinous things, but she didn't imagine he would kidnap his own daughter. He must be doing this to punish her, Elisa thought. That means he would call her soon. Elisa knew Gerald wouldn't be satisfied with only taking Audre. He w
"We received a tip from a gas station clerk about a man who matched Gerald's description," Police detective Andrew Sweeney said. He is the detective in charge of Audre's case. He had called Ansel the following day with an update. Ansel headed to the police station right away alongside Connor, who insisted on coming with him. Ansel straightened his back against the chair, his eyes fully alert. "What did he say?" "Well,shesaid that the guy who matched Gerald's description was getting gas, and he was driving a white SUV. He appeared to be in a rush when paying in cash at the register. We looked at the CCTV and confirmed it was him. The clerk said he headed east," Det. Sweeney said. "What happens now?" Connor asked. "We blocked the roadway further down east and they will stop and check any vehicles that are white SUVs or anyone that looked suspicious. Although, let me tell you this. If Gerald was smart, he would change his car
Ansel stared at the laptop screen. Connor had successfully access the dark web, so Ansel was able to look at some of the underground sites. He felt sick to his stomach when he found a site that had women and children for sale. "Sick bastards," he murmured under his breath, but Connor heard him. "Agreed," he said. "These poor children don't stand a chance with these depraved assholes preying on them." "Can't we report this to the FBI?" Ansel asked. "Unfortunately, these sites are almost impossible to track. You won't know where they are unless they want to tell you," Connor said. "I see," Ansel went quiet and continued to search the site. His heart leaped to his throat as he found what he was looking for. "Sick bastard. I'm going to kill him when I see him, I swear to god," he roared. Connor quickly leaned down to see what Ansel was looking at. He scowled. "I don't believe this shit," he cursed out as he saw the picture of Audre
Elisa looked at the address and frowned. It was only half an hour away from Ansel's house. To think Audre was so close made her want to scream and cry. And now, she was about to walk right into Lion's den and present herself to Michael like some sort of sacrifice. But if it meant she'd get the chance to see her daughter and possibly rescue her from a terrible fate, so be it. She would die for that little girl. But what about Ansel? Elisa felt like she was deceiving him by sneaking away without telling anyone. And that was the last thing she wanted to do, not after all that he was doing for the child that wasn't even his. She wrote a quick note and placed it on top of the pillow. She didn't write down the address as Michael instructed, but she put his name down. That way, if something happened to her, Ansel would know who to blame. She sneaked out through the back door without anyone noticing. Good thing Ansel told her the code to the alarm system, she thought
No one said anything for a while. "What the hell are you talking about?" Gerald spoke first. Michael's grip tightened on Elisa's shoulder. He wasn't saying anything but Elisa could feel the anger radiating from inside him. He was just about ready to explode. "Liar...you are lying," he hissed after a moment. "Yeah, Elisa. That's a good one. You are real funny. There's no way Mikey's her father. He told me he was infertile," Gerald barked. "That's what I thought at first, but it's not true. So now what do you have to say? Still don't care if someone has her?" Elisa looked into his eyes and challenged him. Michael moved quickly all of a sudden and grabbed her throat. He pushed her towards the wall then pressed her against it so she wouldn't be able to move. Elisa tried to untangle his fingers from her throat, but he was too strong. "You fucking bitch! You better stop before I kill you! She is Gerald's daughter. She has to be! The doctor t
Ansel was instructed to meet someone inside a busy café. That surprised him as he didn't expect to do this type of business amongst a crowd. What if someone hears them and calls the police? But he didn't have time to ponder. He needed to get to Audre as fast as he could. Ansel looked around the café to find the guy that matched the description provided in the email. He spotted him at the last booth against the wall. He was wearing a red shirt and black jeans. "The weather is perfect, isn't it?" Ansel repeated the quote sent in email he had to use as some kind of code. The man looked up and stared at the two men behind Ansel. His eyes turned dark. He must be suspicious of me, Ansel thought. "Don't worry about these guys. They are my bodyguards. I don't feel safe without them. Being a billionaire comes with risks," Ansel said. The man nodded and motioned him to sit down. "I am Nick. You will park your car in the parking lot behind the restaurant
The thundering noise of the gun explosion made Elisa's ears ring, and she couldn't hear anything for a while. She closed her eyes and pressed her palms on her ears, trying to make the pain go away. Hopefully, she wasn't deaf now. "Elisa! Eli..." She heard someone calling her name. Oh good...she didn't go deaf after all. She opened her eyes to find Michael hovering over her face. He used one of his hands to put pressure on his shoulder, which was bleeding profusely. Elisa looked around the room and gasped as she finally saw Gerald sprawled across the floor. The front of his shirt was soaked in red, and his face looked pale and unresponsive. Dead... That was the first thing she thought. Gerald is dead. Mikey shot him like an animal, and now he is covered. In his own blood. "He is dead," she said flatly. "You killed him." she couldn't look away. She had never seen a dead body up close like this. This used to be a m
Ansel was momentarily confused about Michael's desire to help him, but he didn't want to waste his time thinking about it. He looked at Elisa and proceeded to walk toward them, but someone grabbed him from behind before he could move forward. Oh, for fucks sake, give me a break! Ansel thought and tried to fight off the person who had his arms around his neck, choking him. Malachi managed to turn around and punch Michael off him, then kicked Michael on his ribs. "You just destroyed the good business relationship we had going, and for some puny little girl? Why? What's so special about her, hmm? Are you fucking his mother or what?" he barked. "That's my daughter, you asshole! You can't take her," Michael snarled. He was holding his sides like he was in pain, but he tried to stay standing up anyway. Ansel's eyes turned wide. What the hell is he saying? Audre was Gerald's daughter, wasn't she? He wiggled out of the man's chokehold and elbowed him