The handsome Kidnapper

People who complain about Abuja and Mumbai’s traffic definitely haven’t set foot in SIN City yet. It has been 2 agonizing hours of me waiting and driving at the pace of a tortoise ever since I left work. My brothers are blowing up my phone because I dodge my bodyguards. I wonder when they are going to understand that I am a big girl now and that I know how to kiss ass if the need arises. I sighed, I was boringly tapping my fingers on the steering when I heard a child screaming. I quickly have- a -look-see around the cars surrounding me. The scream was coming from a white BMW a few cars ahead of me. I put on my jacket and started following the car, by the looks of it, whoever was in there is either trying to kidnap the kid or the kid is being rebellious. Either way, I am planning to find out just to make sure that this child is not in any danger.

I was following the car when it suddenly came to a halt in the white house driveway. I waited for anyone to get out of the car but after 5 minutes I decided I better just take things into my own hands. With my gun ready to make holes in the head of the motherfucker who’s trying to harm the poor child I knocked at the driver’s window. All the windows are taint pitch black so I couldn’t see a thing. I knocked again and nothing happened.

“Open this door now before I break this fucking window,” I was banging on the window to make my point. A few seconds later the door opened slowly. I first got a glimpse of his hair, properly combed into a perfect freighted style with a line, this kidnapper might just be classy. He slowly rose from the driver’s seat with so much class that I was almost transfixed on his movements only. He was a beautiful man I tell you, with tanned skin, which makes me think he must be from the Caribbean. He sure has a handsome-looking face, the one that every magazine wants to have as a cover. I am sure I must be drooling. He was putting up his hands to show that he doesn’t have a weapon while giving me a disconcerting look.

“Ms. Can I help you?” his voice is tender and gentle yet it has this huskiness in it that is arousing the butterflies in my stomach. I was surprised, what’s this kidnapper doing to me? I quickly snapped out of whatever trace that was in, I grabbed the collars of his shirt pointing my gun at his head.

“Where is the child?” he looks at me with that confounding expression again.

“I am not letting you have her.” He answered with arrogance. Oh, so he thinks him throwing that devilishly handsome face of his will automatically makes me back off is it? He might be drop-dead gorgeous but he is still a kidnapper and I don’t forgive those ever. Is that even a way to describe a man? I pulled him closer, god why does a kidnapper have to smell this good, taking a whiff of the deliriously wonderful smell, I scolded my hormones and looked at him threateningly.

“Listen to me, and listen very well because I am not fond of repeating myself. Unlock the door now before this gets ugly, and by ugly I mean you bleeding with a bullet hole inside your skull.” I smiled at him evilly. If he’s scared he sure is good at hiding it because all I see is worry in his eyes.

“I don’t know who you are but I am not letting you near that child, you just have to kill me before I let you touch her.” Is he an idiot? I kicked him in the balls with all my energy and pushed him out of the way, he was groaning in pain on the ground. I hit the window of the driver’s door with a stone I picked from the ground. I quickly put my gun behind me and approached the adorable girl that was crying quietly in the back seat. I will beat that handsome disgusting kidnapper to a pulp for making her cry like this. When I am done with him he will wish he never had brains that he used to think of kidnapping in the first place.

“Hey princess, do not be scared okay, I will not hurt you or let that awful man hurt you either. Now stop crying okay.” I tried reaching for her adorable cheeks to wipe her tears away but she flinched away from my hand and she started wailing. She is so pretty even when she is crying. I feel so sorry for her.

“Daddy, I am scared please save me.” she wailed on top of her little lungs.

“It’s okay sweetie, just come with me and I will take you to your dad okay?” she was still wailing and giving me a fear-filled glare.

“I promise that you’re safe with me princess what’s your na..” before I finished asking the little angel what her name was, I felt cold metal on the back of my head.

“Get out slowly with your hands in the air, and don’t you dare make me repeat myself either because you won’t like the consequences.” I got out just as slowly as I was told. Curse this handsome kidnapper. If he thinks he is winning he is so wrong. I quickly hit his hand and the gun fell to the ground. He looked at me with horror. I started punching him everywhere not giving him a chance to attack.

“Stop hitting me, or else you will force me to hit a woman.” He said between blows. He is lucky I am wearing this fucking high heels is or else I could have kicked the hell out of him.

“If you respect women so much why are you kidnapping a young girl?” I asked while delivering another blow to his perfect jaw and he groaned.

“Fuck, why does a girl have to hit so hard. By the way, are you insane? Why would I kidnap my own daughter?” his daughter, for a second I was taken back. Running all the possible scenarios in my head. I looked at him angrily.

“if she is your daughter then why was she screaming for help?” I narrowed my eyes at him. I was still in a karate ready position and if I dare smell a lie in his response he is going to pay for it.

“I will just prove it to you.” He walked towards the car and I picked up the gun and placed it at the back of his head.

“Any single mistake and you’re dead.” I saw him rolling his eyes at me through the mirror which just fed my frustration and I applied pressure to the gun causing him to duck forward and he huffed annoyingly.

“I always carry copies of my documents and hers in the car. Here is my id and her full birth certificate.” I looked at the documents, they looked genuine. Well, seems he was right after all. I looked at the little girl with puffy blue eyes, now that I looked at her she looks exactly like her dad except for the color of their eyes, his were blue. Oh shit, I can’t believe I made such a big mistake. I looked at him and he was smirking down at me, just great. If he expects an apology out of me then he better wait for hell to freeze, I don’t do apologies.

“WELL, This was an unfortunate incident, please lock all the windows of the car at all times when you’re with her in the car so that this will not happen again.” He looked at me as if I have two heads and I smirked.

“You just punched the hell out of me and frightened my daughter for fake kidnapping and now you don’t even have the guts to apologize? Unbelievable” he ran his hand through his hair in frustration and this makes him even hotter.

“I don’t do apologies, especially when I am not in the wrong. My intentions were good.” I stated while adjusting my clothes and wiping off the dust.

“You won’t even apologize to me?” how in the world isn’t she scared of me, she was just terrified a few seconds ago. I looked at her pouting face, aww, she is so damn adorable. Now how am I going to deny her with those pleading blue eyes looking right at me? I get down to her level and wipe out her tears.

“I will apologize only to you, but only you accept to be my friend and tell me your name.” she has this big smile on her face.

“My name is Mirabel and from now on you’re my beautiful friend.” She wrapped her small hands around me and hugged me. I couldn’t contain my happiness so I kissed her cheek. She also kissed mine and we start giggling. Her father fake coughed and we all looked at him.

“Well, aren’t you telling her your name?” I facepalmed myself from the lack of manners.

“My name is Patricia.” His eyes squinted with interest.