Chapter Fifty Aliyah’s POV I could tell from the way the vehicle bounced up and down that we were on a bumpy path. The journey had been a long one since I woke up with my legs tied and eyes closed with an duffel bag and I had tried not to shut my eyes again. My hands and feet hurt from the grip the binding ropes had on them, but more especially, my eyes needed to see sunlight. If I wasn’t mistaken, it’s been over an hour forty-five minutes since I woke, and it wasn’t ending soon from the accelerating speed my abductors were using. I tried to recall the events that had happened, but I was only stuck with those I remembered before I was grabbed from behind at the mansion. I had returned from getting the drugs Jason and Carey had sent me for his mom, and found no one at home. I called out their names, walking into their respective rooms. Then, I decided to check on Kelan when I couldn’t find anyone, including the maids. I slowly entered having seen the door open from afar. It was scar

Kelan POVTwo officers who had been stationed at the counter walked towards us, their hands to the gun holsters, having heardme raise my voice at their commander. I didn’t care. I was asking for my right. “I need to speak to my lawyer now or this entire building will have no rest,” “Young man, you don’t need to add to the crimes you have labelled on you already,” the commander started. I shot him a dangerous stare, but it didn’t budge him one bit, and he continued. “This matter is a simple case if you cooperate with us, though. For now, Mr, Jason, Madam Rosa, and Lady Carey, you are free to go. We will call you if we need more confirmation and clearance," He gave a nod and gestured his hand in the direction of the exit. Jason stood up first, then my mom next. I watched her actions; this was the point she could redeem herself if she wanted to. She didn’t. She walked past me, squeezing to avoid contact with me standing in the way, my back behind the exit door. Carey was next, her l

Aliyah POV"Aliyah, be calm. Don't worry about that," he stood up. "But..." I stuttered."Sweetheart, I'll take care of that," he said as he placed his hands on my shoulder. "Really?" I asked, as I breathed unsteadily. "Sure. Everything will be fine. Kelan will be out before nightfall tomorrow," his face broke into a smile, a genuine one, and I believed him. "Okay," I nodded. "Now come here. I've really missed you my dearest Aliyah," he said as he pulled me in for a hug. "Dad, I've missed you more," I said in a teary voice as I delivered soft punches on his back. “How about we have dinner first, and you tell me about everything I’ve missed later at night?” he suggested. “That’s fine by me, Dad.” “Alright. Chop chop,” He clapped his hands like a gesture to the men in the kitchen, and the aroma of whatever they started dishing out called out to me. I was famished. The long trip had weakened me and since I was trying to settle old scores, my appetite had to be subdued till thi

Aliyah's POVI closed the laptop which I used to surf social media with, got up from my bed and marched to the living room where my father sat watching the news on TV."Dad," I called as I sat beside him. "Sweetheart," he answered without taking his eyes off the screen.I snatched the remote from the center table and pressed the off button."Aliyah," he turned sharply."What's the matter?" he furrowed his brows."Dad," I frowned."You said that Kelan wouldn't spend another night in the cell. You promised to bring him out yesterday," I blinked repeatedly."Child, yes I did. I know I promised to get him out of there. However, things didn't really align yesterday. They didn't go as planned. I'm sorry about that. But, I've got it all planned out now," he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "Really?" I grin."Yes, my princess.""Thank you daddy," I curved my lips into a smile."Uhh... Dad," I called again."Yeah," "How about that guy? Could you release him?" I pleaded. "Hell no! Ple

Kelan's POV"Aliyah," I called softly as I sat cross-legged on the couch, feeding my eyes by staring at the pictures of her family on the wall. In one of the pictures, she was sitting comfortably on her dad's shoulder smiling gracefully. "Yes," she emerged from the kitchen holding the class of water I had requested the moment we got into the house. "Thank you," I said, as I collected the glass and emptied it in one gulp. "Do you need another glass?" she asked, with concern written all over her face. "No. I'm fine," I smiled. "You called me, right?" "Yeah," I nodded. "I was going to ask how old you were in that picture," I pointed at the picture I was referring to. "I was three," she chuckled. "It was my first day at school. Little Aliyah," she chuckled again. "Then, you looked so cute and innocent... Of course you also look so cute and innocent now," I added quickly as I knew some soft blows could descend on me. "Yeah, I do," she glanced at the picture."The food would soon b