CHAPTER 14

GIVE ME MY DAUGHTER!

Mr. Grant was eyeing the man before him with his hands rolled up in fists, ready to strike his sharp nose. How could he fumble such a simple task?

“You were supposed to bring me back my daughter and leave them the signal!!” He grabbed the vase on the table and violently threw it against the wall.

The man before him retreated and raised his hands to cover his face as the vase turned into fragments right next to him. He intentionally spared the man before him from his wrath.

“It was out of fear, sir. I need this to save my family.” His hands were shaking uncontrollably. Fear had engulfed him.

The angered man who had hired him to kidnap his daughter seemed to be a man of influence. He could get away with anything, even getting rid of him.

The tension in the room kept building up, one man too stunned to speak, the other man enraged beyond recognition. His veins stood out against his deep ebony skin, a silent threat.

Mr. Grant walked past the terrified man, throwing a stash of hundred-dollar bills in his face. “I should never set eyes on you again.”

He was relieved he had not kicked him out of the motel yet. Part of the deal was that he would get him a place to stay while he worked for him.

This unfortunate man, unfortunate to work for an entitled politician whom he had never heard of, was Scott. A man was rendered homeless after the wildfires engulfed his home.

He saw this opportunity as a quick way to help his family. As he counted the dollar bills once his employer left the motel, he realized he had only received half the agreed payment.

He was disheartened by this revelation but decided to look at the bright side. The amount would sustain his family for a while longer as he looked for a stable source of income.

Mr. Grant trudged out of there, instilling fear in everyone who set eyes on his displeased face.

Once at the parking lot, he pulled out a cigarette and leisurely lit it, leaning on the wall. He enjoyed the sensation and laughed at nothing in particular.

“Rough day?” He heard the deep, reverberating voice that irked him.

“You lost?” He was not in the mood for banter.

“Nope. But your daughter is.” The man now stood beside him.

The mention of his daughter caught his attention. Who was this? How did they know about his daughter?

“If you’re gonna get something from that entitled billionaire, might as well make the right connections. I’m Abel Wright.” He handed him his business card.

Mr. Grant stared at it suspiciously, as though it held a secret. “Is this some sick prank? How did you?”

“I’m a prominent name in the field of successful wrongdoings. An enemy to the family that has taken your daughter away.” Abel was unfazed by the smoke he let out into the air.

“They didn’t have to take my dumb daughter away! She just availed herself.” The thought of her betrayal fueled his rage.

“I don’t care about the story, Mr. Grant. Let me know when you want to get your daughter.”

Mr. Grant watched as the mysterious man took long strides to a red Bentley parked not so far away. He seemed to know what he wanted.

He looked at the card in his hand, contemplating his next step. This was what it would take to get his daughter back. He needed to keep Tyson’s mouth shut.

What disappointed him most was the fact that his power was not recognized here. He would already have his daughter back had they been back at home. No one knew him here, and that made his plan harder to execute.

Was Abel Wright the fearsome force he claimed he was? He would make everything so much easier.

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Savannah got back from campus feeling exhausted. She immediately decided to run a cold shower to soothe herself.

A week had passed, and things were calmer around the mansion. There were so many safety measures introduced since she was attacked. The measures alone presumably scared off her father since he was yet to strike again.

She closed her eyes to feel the water over her face. She was momentarily in a world of her own. Feeling his hands all over her body. His voice praises her body.

She was still in a towel when Mr. Andrew walked in, looking exhausted. He was momentarily stunned to see her like that and smirked suggestively.

He grabbed the cocoa butter lotion from her dresser. “Let me help you out, baby.”

“I can’t say no.” She dropped the towel and lay on the bed with her face down.

Mr. Andrew had not expected her to accept his offer. He was nonetheless pleased by her reaction.

He slowly squeezed some lotion onto his palms and spread it on her soft skin. He made his way from her back down to her legs. After that, he turned her relaxed body.

Savannah was already feeling wet. He was so gentle with her, and she loved it.

He was massaging her breasts when she reached for his face. He knew what she wanted and lowered himself for a kiss.

“Not so fast, my love, we’re not done here.” He squeezed more lotion onto his palms.

He went on to the lower parts of her body, intentionally leaving the area between her legs untouched. He could tell he was driving her crazy.

Javyn had just finished massaging her thighs when she spread her legs wide open. He could see how wet she was, and it appealed to him.

“Please don’t say no. I need you, Javyn.”

He nodded his head and got on top of her. They kissed as he ran his hands all over her body. She was grasping for air as they made out.

He could feel the erection, and she thought it too. She helped him undress and reached for it. She sucked on it as he let out soft moans.

“Fuck baby, this feels amazing.”

She sucked on it till she tasted his precum.

“My turn, lie down.” He commanded, and she obliged.

He slowly let in his fingers and moved them methodically. He was going in deep and touching the walls.

“Ah! Yes Javyn. Ah!” She was lost in his touch.

He did this until she let out her juices onto the sheets, then slowly let himself inside her. Feeling the warmth. Soon, all that filled the room was the sound of their pleasure moans and skin beating against each other.

Savannah’s juices had already soaked the sheets, but they were both still full of so much energy.

“I’m going to…” He abruptly pulled out and covered her stomach with his juices.

Even after that, he was not yet tired. They went on for a long time until they fell asleep.

They woke up with him still inside her. Feeling satisfied from the night’s events.

“Let’s go take a shower, beautiful.” He said as he broke from their kiss.

He carried her to the shower, where they freshened up together. He wore his pajamas and left her to prepare for school.

“I’ll give you a ride today, so take your time.” He had kissed her once more before he left.

Savannah could not help but smile as the night’s memories flashed through her mind. It was better than she had imagined.

The car ride that morning was full of laughter as they listened to music and sang along.

Mr. Andrew watched as Savannah walked into the university’s vicinity. She met up with Melody, and they walked away excitedly. He watched her till she was out of sight.

Sure of her safety, he drove off.

The guard who had just helped Savannah check in took out his phone. The target had arrived.

“She just arrived, sir.” That was all that was required for action to be taken.