로그인“Kidnap? What do you mean?” My voice was low, but sharp.“I don't know, ma'am. She just asked me to give her Imogen.”“What the hell?!” I growled so loudly, Imogen flinched from where she had dozed off on the couch.I sucked in a breath, fingers dragging through my hair, the other hand moving to my hip as I stood. “What did she say? What does she want to do with her?”“I… I didn't ask. When my surprise on the money wore out, I just told her I wasn't doing it. There-There wasn't really the space to ask questions.”My jaw tightened so hard, it hurt.But that was the least of my concern as I started to pace.Cassie wanted to kidnap Imogen.She wanted to take my daughter away.The thought alone sent a wave of nausea. She could try everything else, but touching my child? My daughter? Heck, I swear I would make her regret it.“Why didn't you just call the cops?” I snapped, tone low and eerie.Irea flinched. “She disappeared before I could even call anyone… I'm so sorry, ma'am.”My lips purs
– Lisa Red –*You and Imogen should stay at my place tonight.*A smile pulled up my lips as I read Drex's message that afternoon.We hadn't seen each other since Saturday where we stayed at his house and his mom found out about Imogen.Kelesky had been a little emotional and clearly wanted to spend more time, but I wasn't sure if I was ready to put Imogen out there yet, so I didn't allow it.After she left, I had breakfast with Drex and Imogen, then we talked for a while, before I left back home, taking my daughter with me.We hadn't seen each other on Sunday, and I figured that I missed him more than I'd have expected.*And why should we?*His reply came almost immediately. *I guess I just miss you two already.* Then he sent another after. *And Imogen loved my house the last time, I'm sure she'll be excited to have a sleepover.**If it's a sleepover you want, I don't have to be there.**You have to. I want you near me. I always do actually, but you get the point 😉**You sure that's
– Irea –“Imogen will close from school soon. Go pick her up.” Lisa ordered that Monday afternoon.“Okay, ma'am.” Because tell me, what else could I say?With a short head bow, I left her office to mine where I grabbed my bag and went to my car.A small sigh left my lips as I hopped in, started the car and drove off to Imogen's school.Now, don't get it wrong, I liked my job. I mean, it paid me enough money. More than any job I'd ever worked.But when I did things like this —going to pick my boss's daughter— it became exhausting.Especially since this was ‘not' supposed to be a part of my job.But the moment Miss Red's daughter started school, I became her personal driver. Even when we were still in New York.Imogen was fun and all, but she was still my boss's daughter, which meant I had to treat her with a lot of respect.And believe me, that could be embarrassing.I steered into the parking lot and hit the brakes.I glanced at the time on my watch. Five minutes early.Still, I pushe
“J-Jack?” “It's nice to know you still remember my name. I thought you'd wiped me out of your memory.”No. Shit, no.My heart slammed hard, especially at the gun pointed right at me.“Now, I saw something interesting on the internet.” His voice was low in a way that gave me shivers. Not the good kind.“It says you're pregnant. And your stomach's got a bump, so that means it's true.”I didn't respond. Because I couldn't. Not with how my insides were trembling.“What a coincidence that you're pregnant exactly after we have sex.” When he continued, his voice was sharp. “Tell me, Cassie, whose child is it?”A shaky breath left my lips, eyes squeezed shut, because heck, this was a gun.He wouldn't actually shoot, would he?A part of me said he wouldn't, considering our relationship together, but his tone… his grip… and heck the fact he was a serial killer… It made me think twice.My lips parted, but only a shaky breath left it.“I've been watching you these past weeks, I just couldn't d
– Drex Drane –Of all the days she thought to visit, it had to be today? When I was bringing my family to my house for the first time?“What are you doing here?” I asked as she walked over, but my mom's eyes were wide in shock, locked on Imogen.“Who is she? Why did she call you ‘daddy'?”I glanced at Lisa who stared at me too, and when I raised a questioning brow, she just shrugged.“We'll wait inside.” She said, taking Imogen's hand and the two left to my house.Mom's arms were crossed over her chest when I returned my gaze to her.“You have to answer my questions, Drex.”I held back the urge to sigh, before nodding. “Yes, the little girl you saw is my daughter. Imogen.”Her jaw dropped. “What the—? Are you kidding me right now?”“I'm serious.”“But… But I…” she ran a disbelieving hand through her hair, “I don't understand. How is this possible? When did this happen? Why—?”“Calm down, mom.”“Don't tell me to calm down.” She snapped. “You know how much I really want a grandchild, an
I shrugged, eyes following her till she was out of sight.“I think it has something to do with her boyfriend.” I said, turning to him. “They haven't talked to each other for a month now.” Maybe he broke up with her, or maybe she sensed that he wanted to.Either way, I knew she'd be really down, so I made a mental note to send her a message sometime to let her know that I was here if she wanted to talk.“Is the boyfriend her child's dad?”I nodded. “They've been together for seven years already.”“Wow, that's a long time to date.”And it'd be worse if he ended that many years of relationship. Especially with Rick in the picture.I sighed. “So, do you know what the update is on Cassie? Have they found her yet?”His expression turned serious. “The cops haven't updated me yet, but I don't think so. They'd have called if they had.”My hand dragged through my hair. “What exactly is going on? I mean, she couldn't have gone far, right?” Did they check Trish's house? It was possible that she'd







