II

DELILAH

"Hm?" His brow arches up, daring me to deny him. I keep looking at him blankly, my mind filled with numerous thoughts. I cannot give my mobile to him because he is going to call my father and probably force me to have a normal conversation with him and in the midst of all that, he wants me to ask about his current location so they can get what they want. 

Movies are indeed different from reality. I cannot bear this shit for long, I swear. 

If they could guarantee me that they would not do anything to my dad, maybe I would have worked upon their commands but now, seeing that they have hit me and threatened me with force, I cannot expect something soft for my father. 

"Girl, are you sleeping with your eyes open?" He asks sarcastically and I resist the urge to roll my eyes hard. I know they would not be able to bear that bitch look on my face. 

"No," I say quietly. 

"Your mobile?" Does he think that I will tell him everything? Does he think after whatever he has to me, I am going to inform him about my dad? What makes him so sure? 

"Speak," he says gruffly, putting the nozzle of the gun on my temple. Okay, I got the answer to my last question! 

"First… first remove that g-gun!" From the corner of my eye, I see him stretching his hand back. I sigh. I sigh full of relief. I am glad he is even listening to me. 

I look up at him and say, "I don't believe you." 

His brow arches up as his eyes narrow. I nod my head. "How can I be sure that you know my father and he has deceived you? I know that in order to loot, goons like you collect data of random people and rob them." I complete myself in one breath. He breathes audibly, pinching the bridge of his nose. I think I annoyed him to the brink, no? He shakes his head, stepping back and grumbling, "I don't think this girl wants a normal conversation. Carlos, you should handle her!" 

My eyes widen as I stare up at the murderous man. He glares at me and takes a step when I yell, "No, no! I can't talk to him in his language!" 

He does not stop. Instead, he reaches to hold my jaw and I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for his hold to break my jaw when he gets interrupted, "Stop." 

The touch never comes my way and I open my eyes, finding the same man standing in front of me. His face is blank but his jaw is clenched. I gulp. 

"I already told you we don't want to share further with you because you have to die after knowing the whole truth—"

"Why should we even care, Mad? Let her know and then die!" That violent man named Carlos interrupts him.

"N-No, I don't want to die!" I quickly jump in between. 

"Hm, wise decision." He passes me a smirk. "So, where's the phone? We'll call him and you'll ask him where he is, okay?" He tells me the plan which I already knew. 

"What will you do to my dad after knowing his location?" I ask carefully, the corner of my right eye takes care of Carlos because I think he has a habit of attacking every damn time. 

"You don't have to know this," he says with a sigh. "Now, the mobile? Or we might have to check your room." 

No! After taking a bath in the morning, I spent a lot of time looking for a dress due to which my clothes were scattered all over the floor of my room. Even my undergarments! I thought that I would put those clothes in their place later, but before that, these wild people entered my house, and now till I tell them about my father, I cannot think of a moment of freedom. 

"You don't have to," I shake my head slowly, adding, "it's on the nightstand in my room." 

"Morgan!" He looks at someone behind me whom I cannot see. He then gives him a nod, I think they are talking with their faces, so I instantly cut in, "Hey! You won't dig further in my room!" 

"Oh?" His lips curl into a smirk as he asks, "And why is that, little girl?" 

"Because… because my room is clean," I look down in shame. Due to being under an Indian babysitter, I learned manners quickly and vigorously, so it is a shame that someone else has to look in my room when it is not even cleaned. 

"Keep that in mind," he says again to the man behind me. I sigh. Oh god, please save me. Send an angel and or an officer who can help me to get out of this situation. 

"We got it." You should not have. I wish my mobile would die right now or explode. 

Mad — I think this is what Carlos called him? Whatever. He goes to hold my mobile and then searches inside it. My eyes widen as I stare up at him, uttering, "Did you just unlock it?" 

He smirks in response, glancing down at me. 

"How?!" 

"I've my ways, baby girl," he says and a wink comes in my direction, with that evil smirk spreading on his lips. 

Babygirl? I cannot help but roll my eyes. Though he is handsome and smells spicy, I cannot forget he slapped me and that made him so uneducated in my eyes. 

"Here, answer him." He puts the device in front of me. I stare at the screen. It is ringing and with each ring, my heartbeats are increasing. I can feel my palms turning cold due to apprehension. I do not want my father to pick up the call. 

It keeps ringing while my eyes are stuck on the screen. And finally, he does not pick up. 

I hide the urge to release a sigh of relief and look up at him. His brows are scrunched in distaste. 

"Let's try again," he says and once again I wait in anticipation. 

Like last time, this time also the ring echoes but dad does not pick up the call. I do not know what is happening on the other side but I also do not want my dad to answer. 

"Why the damn he isn't answering!" Carlos grumbles under his breath while I am happy inside. 

"I-I think he's busy," I say, stuttering a bit. 

Mad hums. "I think he knows we're here," he says, looking around. "Do you guys have cameras fitted around?" He asks, not looking at me. 

"No." My answer is in a normal tone, though I feel like punching him. Has he considered us to be a prisoner or a criminal who will keep cameras in our house out of fear? 

He sits on a couch which is near me. The position is like an alpha, his arms spreading and he is checking on my mobile. 

What!

"What are you doing? Give it back to me!" I yell, my eyes glaring at him and my hands turning into fists. 

"Easy there! I'm not spying. I'm just trying to contact him through you," he says but still, that does not let me sit peacefully. He is looking into my mobile, for god's sake! To date, even my father has not tried to peep into my phone! 

"Angry much, huh? Now don't tell me you have nudes in your gallery!" He chuckles, while I curse him inwardly. My face feels hot and I grind my teeth together. 

"You're blushing, am I right? Then I should check it!" He beams. Carlos laughs for an unknown reason while I look away, muttering, "You're highly wrong." 

"Hm, don't worry, I'm checking your nudes —"

"I don't have any, you insolent idiot!" I yell, unable to hold myself back. I think I had enough of his nonsense. 

Suddenly, the playful charm on his face fades away as he glares at me. His jaw flexes and he asks, "What did you call me?" 

I gulp. Okay, I should not have called him that. 

"I dare you to repeat that shit," he growls, coming closer. I cower back into the couch. After all, what is the point of coming close to me again and again? He scares me more like this. 

"Didn't you hear me?" He is dangerously calm before he grips my jaw and applies pressure on it. His fingers dig into my cheeks, causing a horrible twinge to run out. I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to move my jaw because of his inhuman grip. 

"Repeat it!" He yells, now practically crushing my jawbones. The unbearable pain forces my tears to spill out through the corners of my eyes and my face becomes numb. 

"Do it, or it'll end up with your broken mouth!" He jerks me closer and a whimper escapes my lips. So he wants me to repeat that. 

"I-Insolent… jerk!" I say quickly and hear him humming before he mutters, "Now say sorry." 

More tears slid down, staining my face and probably wetting his fingers and thumb. I whimper out, "Sorry!" 

"Good," with that, he leaves my face. I breathe greedily, whimpering in the meantime. That was cruel. I do not want to tolerate the same thing anymore. I want them to leave. 

"We're standing around you wielding guns, you should be careful with your tongue, shouldn't you? But you're being your daddy's little brat! Delilah, it won't end well if you keep behaving like this. None of us tolerate bratty asses, keep that in mind!" 

Like I can tolerate their violent ass? 

A moment of silence passes between us before my mobile rings and my heart skips a beat. Is he…

"Oh, your dad. Glad he called back. Now Papa's princess, answer nicely, okay?" He says while putting the screen near my chin and pressing his thumb against the green button, while I do not breathe in anticipation. I do not know how I am going to handle everything after that.