BABY'S POINT OF VIEW Hiding my fear was very difficult, with my voice shaking coming out tiny. "Please, Charles... Please don't hurt him. He's just a baby." I say, my tears are falling nonstop. "I will not hurt my son, but I can't say the same for you," Charles says, gently putting our tiny son back to sleep and laying him in the crib. He sprayed something on him, in my conclusion, one of those sedative sprays. I felt a sudden urge to run and grab my son, but he was quicker than me when I felt his arms wrap around my waist to stop me from reaching my son. He grabbed my wet hair with a very tight grip, burning my scalp. I'm full of fear even to fight back. He quickly drags my small frame compared to his to the bed. "What did you do?" I started crying loudly. I'm sure someone heard my cries. "Don't worry; our son is safe. "Charles issues an air swipe command, a movement that I haven't seen in a while, it railed in all my traumas back into my system. Suddenly, the noise downstairs
Dear readers,As much as I want to welcome everyone to my madness... WARNING this is a dark romance book and if you are underage I encourage you to delete my novel as I only wrote this for adults and purely for a short while escape from our reality.BABY'S POINT OF VIEWThere's always a situation involving exposure to danger. It's called risk.We've known it ever since our parents died, and we were taken in by our fathers' sister, an assassin in the underworld.The first time we met was at the cemetery. Her name is Madonna."Aunt Madonna," I say this in amusement while she plays with my long hair, curling it in her fingers lightly.Our aunt is a girl version of our dad, having the same facial structure and has the same eyes and hair color.Her beauty is very intriguing. I was enamored right away. She's unlike anyone I've ever met. Her eyes, on the other hand, were a brighter green than my father's, and the dark brown of her hair provided a nice contrast, allowing it to stand out eve
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWTwo years laterDressed in a faded brown men's suit matching it with a hat. I carefully scratched the fake thick white mustache on my face while I look at the billboard I paid for, 8 men in their uniform slowly working on installing a huge platform on a medium-rise orphanage building.All this work, to send out a message that I'm doing fine to my Aunt Madonna and Carly. I've been stressing about this thing all week, I'm just glad that it'll be over with. The people who owned the building are extremely old-fashioned, and they prefer that I come in at all times to resolve disputes and provide approval to any changes. It's on the same building I'm designated to use for this purpose. We all have our own designated buildings in this city. I just recently checked my aunt Madonna and Carly's whereabouts and am glad they're doing okay in their own set of cities but other than that no detail on what their life is like, I still have to wait three years to be reunited as
CARLY2 years ago (Carly's point of view)Regaining possession of the job's information is easy with my sister's impressive mastery of hacking. I couldn't have been happier that she agreed to do this one last time.I'm getting excited about finishing this pledge and enjoying my retirement. I stop myself from touching my flat belly that houses the growing fetus before my sister Baby questions me. I wish I could tell her I'm pregnant but this might not sit well with her. I don't know how bad she's gonna react if she were to find out that I hooked up with rival retriever. It also doesn't help how Dave gave her a bad impression by trying to get me killed in one of the pledges but we were able to sort it out when our path has crossed and the rest is history. It's not the most romantic love story but its a real one however I will marry Dave not because he has a gorgeous face with a body that can make me wet in seconds, but because he makes an effort to make me stay longer in his arms. I
BABYPRESENTA white flare and cheese-like smell wake me up. My lids weren't heavy. I'm able to open them elegantly. A familiar lady in white prompting my brain with a serotonin drug whiffing a bottle of it for me to inhale some more.My heart raised for I couldn't help but feel something nostalgic but I know better than to react harshly to what I'm feeling with my current situation. I look around on my surrounding, I see a huge window, a radio next to it playing an old school song from my childhood. I'm placed on what looks like a custody room. Moving my body up on a sitting position I find myself on a comfy bed with blue bedsheets just like my old bedroom from our first house.The lady earlier offers me water to drink, taking the cup that had stickers exactly like the one my father had bought me. The water tasting like watermelon as a drop slips on my lips. Strange but this was the same refreshment we used to drink back when my mother was still living. I wiped my lips slowly wit
BABY Not in a million years would I ever have thought that I would be in a condition of being confined. Not after being so good at what we do, never failing at any pledges. This is such an unprecedented experience. where did I make a mistake? I thought back hard, even if I was slacking, it was only minor. As I wait to feel my body's sensation come back and so as all my questions rush through my head. As long as Carly and Aunt Madonna are safe, I should be okay. I reassure myself, thinking everything will be fine. Perhaps I'll let them torture me for a while and just give in to anything they want me to be, a spy or an enemy of the state or a terrorist or whatever they call it these days. It doesn't matter. Once I'm settled in one of the cells, all I have to do now is wait for Carly to discover my whereabouts. From there, devising a plan for my prison break should be simple. Shit, I just sent the message that I'm fine; I have a year to wait for her rescue, and who knows what the
BABY'S POINT OF VIEW Depriving my sight was never done, although my hands are bound in the car by built-in cuffs. These cuffs aren't the usual design they might look thin and flimsy, I have noticed how every hard tug it becomes tighter around my skin. I'm glad I am driven to a location with no blindfold. This man shows me exactly how to get to where we are going. It just goes to show this is not his first time and he is very confident that I will not be alive if I attempt to escape. I need to start calculating his next move fast If I want to get out of here alive. One thing is for sure, he is a savage. Arrogant Savage. The secret roads have tons of high-tech disguises that camouflage the pathway to wherever we're going. I am very familiar on how to disengage this, enough to confuse them for about fifteen minutes. He is showing me or more like challenging me to try to get out of this illusion maze. This is a mistake on his part in underestimating my capabilities. I happen to t
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWThe smell of burnt wood filled the room the moment the door opened. It's somewhat sour from the chemical involved making me cough. Certain parts of this enormous mansion are still on fire and you could hear the crackling pine burning, suggesting that the arson occurred just a few hours ago. While the smoke could be seen for miles, the camouflage device would conceal everything.He made his men use a fire squelching agent to separate half of the smoke. There's also a grey sand-like material being thrown to pave the way in the mansion, disipating the black smoke.I look back as I hear more vehicles and see loaded trucks with the same powdery substance backing in, so it seems that his whole team came in prepaid for this plan.When we moved forward in the mansion. Me following his footstep, I didn't realize how broad his shoulders were, his built we're define giving his attire a more intimidating vibe.My eyes were teary as we walk in more and my cough seemed to pop i