Rodney POV
I rushed to my room, slamming the door very hard behind me.
F*ck! “She was threatened all along?” I muttered as I slumped on a couch.
But who the f*ck would have threatened her to leave me? I buried my face in my palms as water stung my eyes. Her pleas and tears reeled through my mind; I ran a hand through my hair as more tears came streaming down my cheeks.
I'm sorry mom;
I really so sorry.
“Are you okay?” Dad asked, alarmed while I approached him on his seat.
He rose to his feet, watching my face, perturbed. “What's wrong?” He asked tenderly, I sniffed back a tear as I hugged him tightly.
“Rodney” He called as he patted my back and the tears were now rushing down, profusely.
“You were right, Dad” I said while I disengaged from the short embrace, he couldn't hide his confusion look as he stared at my face.
“You were right about Mum; you said she wouldn't have left without a genuine reason” I paused, he stood properly as he watches me, with a solemn expression.
I fetched the old letter from my trouser pocket and stretched it out to him; he glanced at the letter in my hand before taking his eyes back to my face.
“Margaret was threatened?” He mumbled after he had finish reading the letter.
“But the question is, who threatened her to leave?” He asked inaudibly, but I just stared down at the marble floor.
“She knelt down before me,” I started, with a bile in my throat as I lifted my head to look at Dad.
“She pleaded for a chance dad; just a chance so she could explain everything to me” I yelled, causing dad to move closer to me and began to pat my shoulder, lightly.
“But I didn't give her a chance to explained herself, I sent my mother away instead while she was protecting me,” I said calmly as I leaned in my father's chest. “It's okay for you to have acted like that Rodney, she would definitely understand” He said soothingly, but I willingly allow my tears to roll down my cheeks.
Roman POV
I grinned from ear to ear, hugging the papers to myself. Well, I already took care of everything perfectly beforehand; but it's nothing compared to how I would handle things now.
I mean, I have the whole access to absolutely everything from now and forever. And as for her, I really don't care about her; she should go to hell for all I care. I allowed her to stay under my roof all because of this, so that I could have her signature.
I should go see the lawyer,
I just hope he doesn't question me.
I stepped out of the building, I fetched my cellphone from my trouser pocket and quickly placed a call through Jason.
Immediately he picked the phone “Hi boss” I say to the phone, I heard him scoffed.
Such an asshole!
“Where on earth are you, Roman?” He snarled, upon hearing that, a light smirk formed on my lips. “It's done, boss,” I told him with a triumph smile, swaying on my face.
I pulled the car door open and settled down behind the wheel, “Then where's she?” He asked impatiently, I chuckled out lightly.
“Keep it down boss; I will forward the address to you soon” as soon as I said that to him, I ignited the car engine. “I'm waiting,” He growled before hanging up on me. Jerk.
Tamara POV
I curled up like a soccer ball on the bare floor, with my kneels hugged to myself.
I stared at the meal in front of me; It doesn't look appetizing, and it made me want to gag, but that was my least problem at the moment.
Who's he to me if he's not my father?
And those papers I signed; what does it mean to him? One look at his face earlier, one could, he was happy; like he had won a prize beyond price.
Gosh!
I'm losing my mind.
“Father Lord please, I need your help”
I prayed silently, looking up at the wooden ceiling.
Rodney, I wonder how he's faring.
I'm very sure he would be searching for me already. I'm missing him so badly, just when I was starting to get closer to him. I released a deep rueful breath as my eyes travelled back to the disgusting food in front of me, I will rather stay hungry than to eat that.
But seriously,
If truly he's not my father; then he's going to hear from me. I won't stop until I have him lock up-I fumed.
He's not my father?
But how?
How the heck did I end up with him?
Does that tell the reason he doesn't care about me and uses me? I think It's becoming clear now. I slowly stood on my feet, while staring into space.
Someone suddenly barged into the room; interrupting my thoughts.
Hold on…
I know him.
Jason?
He stood at the entrance door with his hands in his pocket as he watches my face, and I couldn't look away either. What's his business with my father?
Darn it,
I'm really going crazy.
He strode closer to me,, but I didn't budge, I folded my arms beneath my chest. He was now standing very close to me, watching my face with a gloomy expression; he then slowly trailed his right thumb on my torn lip, I swat his hand away. “Stay away from me, you jackass” I yelled ferociously, heaving up and down. With my eyes burning fury, I watched as his face grew in bewilderment.
Yes,
He was damn surprise.
“But I missed you,” He said lowly while leaning closer, our breath fanning against each other faces. I huffed. “So, is that the reason you asked my father to kidnap me?” I threw the question at him, and he took his time to stand properly, as he watches my face with confusion written all over his face.