The Revenge

James Aleshinloye

His girl is a tough cookie to break. She has always held his heart in her palm since the moment he set his eyes on her wrinkled pink body twenty-eight years ago. Her mother, Elizabeth Evans, was just a means to an end for him, the perfect opportunity to become a British citizen but he loved his girl and was happy to have her custody when her mother died. Freya got into all sorts of trouble as a kid and as a teenager. He was tempted so many times to take her to an Orphanage and left her there until he realised she took after him. She may resemble her mother in skin and beauty but Freya was his own daughter in character. She was a rebel. She kicked against any form of rules or discipline. Whatever Freya wanted, she would get by all means possible. She had rebelled against everything he assumed a girl wanted and acted like a tomboy. 

A particular incident that happened when she was fifteen stood out in his mind. He had invited guests over for his friday nights party as usual and given specific instructions to her to stay in the other wing of the house. She was a beautiful girl and he didn't want any of his guests to be sniffing around her. Unknown to him, she had sneaked out of the house and came to where the party was taking place. Unfortunately for her, one of the male guests had sighted her and decided he must have her. His girl had run into his office, pulled open his drawer and pulled a gun on the guest. Her skin was pale and her hands were shaking but she had stood her ground. The gunshot which scattered the party had brought his attention to his office. The matter had been settled amicably and he had made sure she was trained on how to use a gun.

"What are you doing with my girl?" His terror is well masked in his chilly voice.

"I finally got your attention, right? You were about to flick me off like a pesky fly." 

"Well, you have my attention now. What is the problem? Why are you holding my girl?" 

"Get me my loaves of bread and I will release your girl."

"What makes you think I have the loaves of bread? I already told you I am working on tracing its whereabouts."

"Hmm. Interesting. Look at your girl. She still has all the body parts intact,right?" The smile on Jamal's face makes his blood run cold. "I am giving you 24 hours to return them to me or the rightful owners. Otherwise, I will start cutting her body parts and sending them to you in pieces everyday." 

"What! Are you Crazy?" Ice-cold fear clutches at his heart.

"No, I am not Crazy. Just giving you heads up on what to expect in the next few days. That is more than Edafe and his goons didn't give me any warning before they acted. Goodnight." The phone went off. 

"Cameron!" 

"I'm right here, boss." Cameron appears from the shadows.

"That bastard has my girl. I want to know his present location. I want to know everything about him. I mean everything." Cameron also owns a private investigation company and his clients are mostly high profile. 

"Noted, boss."

"By the way, have the loaves gotten to their destination? I have not heard from Santino." Santino is the rightman of his international client, kuwailla groups, he sells the arms to.

"No, I have not heard from him. I have tried reaching him but there was no response." Cameron told him as he dials a number on his phone and starts calling. 

James lowers his bum to the seat and stares at the ceiling for a while. He needs to know how his girl was taken in the first place. She is not careless and wouldn't have gone without a fight. She is security conscious and can take care of herself. Whoever is involved with this abduction will pay through their nose. His lips stretch into a ruthless smile. 

/\/\/\/\/\

James Benson

The vulnerability and raw fear in Freya's eyes tear into his heart but he refuses to acknowledge it. She is not supposed to be involved in this but life is what it is. His own life, and properties are at stake and her father puts him in this messy spot. She is the only leverage he has over James for now and he will use it. Without guilt or shame. 

He ends the call and heads to the door. He feels her gaze on him and he tries not to jerk the collar of his t-shirt. 

"Faro, remove the bind from her mouth and move her wrists to the front of her body." He didn't wait to see if he obeys his order before he leaves the room. The moment he is alone, he leans against the door and takes a deep breath. He hates hurting innocent people. He wishes he has enough evidence to take hold of James Aleshinloye and strangles the life out of the bastard. 

Hissing through clenched teeth, he moves away from the door and takes the steps three at a time. He is ruminating through the kitchen, looking for what he can cook when Faro comes in. 

"Boss, I would like to retire for the night. What else do you want me to do?"

"Wait to take dinner to our guest. I don't want her to fall sick or die in my custody. At least not until I get my loaves of bread back."

"I always look forward to your food, boss. Hope mine will be included?" Faro' s hungry gaze takes in the bowls of soup on the kitchen counter. 

"You didn't go to Iya Basirah's place today?" 

"No time, boss. Moreover, Iya Basirah's food no fit stand beside your own nah."Faro flashes a smile, revealing a mouth missing a tooth at the front. 

"Flattery will get you nowhere. Come over here and get to work if you really want to eat."

"Yes, boss." Faro locks the key at his waist, washes his hands thoroughly at the sink and puts an apron over his clothes. He knows his boss's rules in the kitchen and won't dare flaunt it. 

James hides a smile and puts a pan of water on fire. 

/\/\/\/\/\

Freya Aleshinloye 

Time for self pity is over. Time to take action is here. If she wants to get out of this place, she needs to tackle that bully called Faro first before she deals with Jamal Aleshinloye. 

That man is hot abeg. Even in his most ruthless mood, he messes with her senses. Just looking at him makes her body react in a way she didn't understand. Under the hard facade, she has a feeling there is a heart somewhere and she can make him see reason if only she has the opportunity to talk to him. The memory of the last encounter comes to fore and she has to believe she will be able to convince. But first, he needs to know she is not totally helpless neither is she a complete dunce. 

She needs to use the loo urgently and hopes to God he comes back soon. The room has been thrown into darkness again but she is trained to see every object in the dark. Her eyes move around and memorise the position of every object in the room. Unfortunately, there is no window and the only way to escape is through the door. 

Well, she is not about to give up and determined to get out of this place alive. Few minutes later, the key turns in the lock and the door swings open. Faro comes in, carrying a tray of food and the aroma wafts into her nostrils. Her mouth salivates and her stomach chooses that moment to rumble in protest. Faro chuckles, it is a harsh cackle that makes her skin crawl but she keeps the disgust away from her face. Riling him isn't the best way to free herself.

"Daddy's girl is hungry, aren't we?" He sets the tray in front of her and bends so they are at eye level. She can see the lust in his eyes and she lowers her eyes to hide the anger, brewing in them. At least he has to unlock her before he can do anything to her. He reaches over and squeezes one of her breasts.

God! This man is so dead. She takes a deep calming breath and looks at him with an exaggerated vulnerability. "Please,I need to use the restroom. I am pressed."

"How about you pee on yourself?" He laughs at his own dark joke.

"Please." Groveling is not her strong point and it is making her see red. Calm yourself, Freya. She rubs her thighs together frantically, drawing his attention to her shapely laps and he practically licks his lips.

"I will take you to the restroom. How about we have some fun when you come back from the loo? Boss doesn't have to know." Kneeling on his hunches, he squeezes her breasts again before he brings out the Key and uncuffs her.

"Thank you." She is a picture of submission as he draws her to feet and she stumbles. He holds her against him and she feels him against her bum.

This man is so dead! She swears!