Just at that moment, Sharapova busted out of the house. She seemed to have won the debate with her husband but there was another problem.Her eyes darted with an inquisitive bit of wonder as she wondered where Ivy had gone.“Ivy,” she spoke. “Where are you, Ivy?”There was no response as the whole place looked dry and without any sign of Ivy.Sharapova wondered what was going on. Ivy was just standing at this spot, she reasoned. Had she gone into the vehicle herself?She quickly rushed towards the front seat of the vehicle knowing that Ivy sometimes loved the front seat. “Ivy, have you started again with always wanting to sit in the front seat?”Sharapova pushed her head further and realized that Ivy wasn't in the front seat or the backseat. The air was getting thick with a frantic beat of tension and her heartbeat was increasing rapidly.“Ivy? Where are you? Come on, we need to get going?” Sharapova spoke out loudly this time but there was still no response. Her eyes darted back and
“Have you ever thought that perhaps things are that way because I don’t feel safe enough? You decided to do whatever it was that got an assassin chasing us, didn't you?” Sharapova queried. “All of that was all you and now you are blaming me for trivial things that don’t matter.Sharapova was insistent on striking a point with her words. “Whether I rush to do things or not isn't the issue here and even if it was part of the issue you have a huge blame to take in that. The main issue anyway is that you are the reason why an assassin is after us, not me. Our daughter has now been kidnapped as a result of that. How can you then claim that I am responsible for any of that?”Chester retreated with a deadly air of resignation. “You know what, I will leave you to think whatever you want to think.”“Oh, whatever!” Sharapova retorted. “Just make sure you find our daughter.”Chester, having no further words then angrily stormed out of the room to the garage where Alan was.Alan moving closer to
“Very good,” Alan remarked. “Do you have a laptop?” “Yes, I do,” Chester responded, reaching to his car as he brought out a laptop.Alan held the chip in his hands with a cold and calculating gesture, his gaze narrowing with precision as he offered the pill to Chester.Chester boldly received the pill and swallowed it immediately. A slight cough escaped his mouth as he took in the pill.Chester kissed his wife goodbye and assured her further that he would be back.He then stepped into the streets while Alan hid behind in the shadows and while using the laptop. With the aid of the chip, Alan was able to locate where Chester was and his surroundings. Alan was banking on the possibility that Grady was still somewhere hanging around and waiting to get Chester. He knew that kidnapping Ivy was only a ploy to lure Chester out so that he could kill him.Chester’s gaze darted around the street in a display of distress. His body language was disorganized as he panted heavily even though he tri
The restaurant erupted into a fuss of shouts and cries as everyone scrambled to understand the source of the chaos. The confusion exploded moved many of the people there to hide for safety.“Hey, hey. Keep your head down. It's a criminal attack.”“Watch, watch!”“Come back here, don’t go too close.”“My goodness, I was just about to leave.”“It's too late now. Just keep your head down.”The occupants of the restaurant had their voices filling the air in confusion as they sought to protect themselves.Alan’s face was a mask of menacing fury as he dragged the other man by the hair, his features hardened by the unforgiving snarl of anger.Alan dragged the man along until they got to the restaurant’s restroom.Thump!The man was welcomed with a powerful thump to the face the moment he was dragged into the restroom.“Where is Grady, eh?” Alan demanded, his lips curled into a fearsome scowl.“I have no idea what you are talking about, man,” he responded.Kpoom!Alan threaded another ferocio
Alan whispered. “Yeah, I think so.”Alan then pushed the window frame open after skillfully applying pressure to the edges until it gave way. He then held the window net in a way that it wasn't going to land on the bare ground and create a sound.When the net rested, Alan’s senses were attuned to the slightest of disturbances and his movements were as deliberate as a panther on the hunt as he crept through the window.Chester followed from behind after Alan had cautioned him not to make any sounds. They had entered through the kitchen windows and crept through the room until Sharapova’s pleading voice became more audible.“I swear I am telling the truth. If I knew where Chester is, I would tell you.”“I don’t know where he is. The only thing I want is my baby, she doesn't deserve this.”Alan recognized the voice and discovered that it wasn't Grady. Many questions were going on in his mind but there wasn't much time left for answers - he had to act quickly.Alan’s body was a coiled sp
Her face was contorted with a wrinkle of concern and her line of thought was hijacked by Alan’s speech.“Here, take this gun,” Alan spoke. “This is how you are going to use it. You just pull this place, it is called the trigger okay? But I assure you that there won't be any reason for you to shoot him. Look at him, he is properly tied up.”Sharapova’s face was still etched with worry. “But why don't you just kill him once and for all? If he is dead, we don't have to worry about him anymore right?”Alan swallowed. “That is not entirely correct, we might still need him and that is why we need to keep him alive just in case. Come on, take it.”Alan then handed the gun to Sharapova who was still shivering in fear before he gestured for Chester to follow him as they searched for Ivy.Chester, noticing that his wife was very much jittery moved closer to her with his voice hushed and his eyes soft in an expression of concern. “Hey, darling, I know you are scared right now but it would be alr
The man made a mockery of Sharapova’s threats, his eyes gleaming with a glint of amusement. “Are you still upset that I had you all tied up the other time? I just wanted Chester, that’s all. If we have Chester, you could be free. I didn't want to hurt you. To be honest, I was actually liking you.”“Damn you!” Sharapova seethed.“I think I am beginning to like you even more. I like it more when you talk. I was right about you being so much better than what the man you call your husband deserves.”Sharapova chose not to talk this time. Each statement the man was making was aimed at frustrating her and he was doing a great job at that.“I can keep a secret just in case you were wondering,” the man spoke, his voice laced with a sarcastic whisper as he nudged his head forward. “Tell me, is the girl really his daughter?”Sharapova’s face was contorted with a raw and explosive fury and her heart was pulsing dangerously. “How dare you?! Are you insane? Are you out of your mind? What kind of s
But just at that moment, the man who had dodged the bullet tore at the ropes like a best unleashed, his hands breaking free from the ropes and the chair as he charged towards Sharapova.The woman’s heart pounded with a frantic beat of terror and her blood raced with a pulse of panic as the man lashed at her.With primal aggression, the man twisted her hands and bent her wrist bone before his hands struck with a deadly grip of iron, and his fingers closed around the gun as he snatched it from her.Before Sharapova could know what was going on, she found her hands empty as the gun was now in the hands of the man.Sharapova’s eyes darted wildly with disbelief as her lungs burned with a rhythm of panic. She couldn't believe what had just happened to her. It was like one of those film tricks that happened on TV shows except this time it was happening to her.She stared at her hands for a few seconds and wondered how the gun had so quickly vanished from her hands.The man’s fingers tightene