Classic Novel
96
Kayla’s p. o. v
I slam my fist against the steering wheel, driving recklessly to Gordon’s mansion. ‘Shit’, I curse under my breath. The bug makes a buzz and I hastily fix it on my ear. I couldn’t hear anything other than the sound of moving vehicles.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
“Shit! They’re taking her in their car.” I know that much, if it’s Melanie’s car they’re taking I would have gotten the location by now.
It’s all my fault! She trusted me with her life and I betrayed her. My best friend is in danger and the only thing I could do is to go on a stupid date. How nice of me!
“Melanie will be so scared; she doesn’t have the mind for all this.” I sniffle back my tears. This is not the time to wail, but I couldn’t stop my tears, they have a mind of their own.
“I won’t forgive myself if they hurt Mel.” I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, boiling in anger. I grab my phone from the passenger seat and stare at the blank screen for a while.
I punch in some digits and put a call across to the PI I have in the Gordons’ firm. She picks up the call at the second ring and her tired voice sounds ‘hello’ from the other side.
“Hi, Detective March, please meet me at the Gordon mansion. Clad in your armour, I think Melanie is in danger.” I drop the phone before she could give a reply.
Honestly, March is not from here, I think her team are digging into the organisation and I’m not interested in any shit they are up to; it’s their business. I met her a month ago and she has been helping me keep an eye on everyone around Melanie at the office.
I pull over in front of the big gate and rush down from the car. I press the doorbell for a nth time until I hear a rustling sound from the inside.
After waiting for about five minutes the gate finally pulls open to reveal a miserable Alfred by the door. He looks like someone that hasn’t slept a wink for the past few months. And that’s not my business.
Upon seeing me he arches his brows, wondering what I’m doing at his house. “What the hell…”
I grab hold of Alfred Gordon before he could complete his sentence, he may be friends with my cousin but I don’t care. I land a punch on his face which send him flying to the floor. I guess he wasn’t expecting me to go violence but I’m more than furious to let his pretty face go without getting some bruises.
I jump on him and grab his collar. “You this son of a gun!” I yell, sending a few punches to his face.
He didn’t duck my punch, neither did he stop me from hitting him, I think he’s too weak to do anything. “How dare you do this to her?” I cry, my tears roll down to his face and I watch him stare blankly at my face, confusion is written all over his face.
“Her?” he groans, trying to sit up on the floor. “Who the heck is that ‘her’?”
I stand up and kick him with my leg which sends him back to the floor.
“Don’t you dare try to pretend to me, you know what you did? Don’t you?” I spat angrily. He’s the one to be blamed for all this shit that’s happening to Melanie. If he hadn’t thrown her out like a piece of shit she wouldn’t have been abducted now.
“Did something happen to Harley?” he asked, his brows meeting in a deep frown.
“Are you a fool?” I scoff, not believing this idiot.
Does money make someone become a fool, huh?
“Do I look like someone who’d come running to you if anything should happen to my cousin? Who do you think you are?” I roll my eyes at him.
“If not about Harley…” Alfred stands up to his feet, dusting his butt as he is now facing me. “Why are you here, beating me up in my house? Are you a maniac?” he laughs as he wipes blood off his lips, smirking down at me.
Ouch! Seeing that blood makes a wave of guilt flash through me but I don’t give a fuck about him, Melanie is in danger and it’s because of him.
“Don’t just stand there zooming out in my house. What brought you by?” Impatience Alfred glares hard at me.
I sigh, guess he doesn’t know me with Melanie. “I’m here because of my friend, Melanie. The woman you sent parking in the middle of the night.”
Alfred moves back in shock at the mention of Melanie. Guess it’s true, he doesn’t know me with Melanie.
“What… What about her?” he asks like the fool that he is.
“She’s in danger. If not, why else would I be here?”
“Danger? How? Why? When?” He gasps with his mouth hanging open.
“Listen, don’t kill me with your neverending questions, this is what happened,” I say, filling him about how it all started to this moment. I am too occupied with the tale that I didn’t notice Alfred has been in tears all this while.
“Alfred, what are you doing?”
“I… I need to contact some law enforcement officers. We need to rescue her before they try anything stupid with her.” he says quickly.
I watch him walk a few steps away from me to make a call to the so-called law officers. I sighs, for the first time as a cop I didn’t know what to do and it baffle me. I’ve rescued a lot of people in my four years in this job and now that it comes to my friend, my brain decides to go on a hiatus.
‘Fuck!’ I groan, moving back and forth. A thought flashes through my mind and I pick up my phone. I put a call across to my team at the office, I give them some necessary details and they begin to track her down.
“I just called the officers now and they’re working on my request. I swear I’m going to kill them if they lay a finger on my woman.” Alfred ranted, and he walks up to me fuming in anger as he speaks.
“Your woman?” My tone is ironic and I did not care if my tone hurt his feelings or not. “She’s truly your woman. And it shows that you adore her, isn’t that why you sent her out?! you son of a gun!” I scoff, not believing this confused human in front of me.
Alfred opens his mouth to talk but gets interrupted by the ding of the doorbell. “Go get the door, we have a visitor.” I sigh as I nod for Alfred to go get the door for March. He wanted to protest but after giving him a deadly glare, he shut his mouth and drag his feet to the door.
“Do you have a plan, Miss Dean?” March practically yells as she walks up to me. “Here is the stuff I could fetch.” she dump a black backpack on the floor beside my legs and I squat to check what was inside.
“Excuse me, aren’t you Melanie’s assistant? What are you doing here?” Alfred asks, walking up to us after shutting the gate.
I roll my eyes at him. “How does that matter? My friend, her boss and your supposed fiancee is in danger and all you care about is asking an unnecessary question.” I fire at him, picking up a firearm and throwing it at him.
“March brought some weapons that’ll be useful for the night,” I throw a bulletproof vest at him and he catches it, staring darkly at me.
“Wear that I have a plan,” I say in my command tone; a tone I use only when I’m set for a mission.
A message pop on my phone screen and I check to see that it’s a message from my team. “I think I know where they’re taking her. C’mon guys let’s go.” I yell, pick up the bag and rush up to the gate.