Secrets - A slave to my father

Chapter eight

Dylan’s POV

It’s been two days since I brought Ally home. My mom and dad were absolutely horrified when they saw her. The doctors spent a few hours checking her and patching her up. They gave her head 12 stitches and told us that besides blood loss, she suffered from 3 cracked ribs, a small brain bleed that needed to be monitored but wasn’t severe, and a dislocated shoulder due to pressure. Probably from when her father chained her down. She luckily didn’t have any internal bleeding, but she was very dehydrated, and her body had almost shut down due to the cold. She was lucky to be alive. My mom burst into tears after the doctors left. She sat next to Ally’s bed for hours and just held her hand while my dad and I did everything we could, to find Mr. Kent. 

“I don’t understand why anyone would do this,” she sniffled. 

“Let alone to their own daughter.” 

She looked at Ally before looking back at my dad and me. 

“You two need to find him and bring him to justice! What he did to her is way out of line and I want to bring him twice as much pain as she endured, you hear me?!” She half yelled, half cried. 

My dad and I shared a look before turning our attention back to her. 

My mom is the kindest most loving woman on earth but there are a few things she won’t tolerate and when one of those things happens, she turns into the scariest and most cold-hearted person I’ve ever met. It's way worse than my dad and I combined. And right now, she was furious. 

“What are you two still standing around here for!” She shrieked as we didn’t make any movement. 

As on cue my dad and I both turned around and walked straight out of the house and into the car. 

“She is scary when she is like that,” my dad said. 

“She is your wife,” I stated. 

“That she is,” my dad laughed. “Will you call Brody and get him and Connor to meet us at the warehouse?”

“Already on it,” I said as I dialed the number. 

I’m currently sitting by Ally’s bed. 

I haven’t been in here since we brought her here, but my mother was needed elsewhere and therefore I had to step up. Well, I didn’t exactly have to, but just as much as one part of me didn’t care, the other part did. And the part that cared won.

So now I’m trying to figure out what my next move would be. My dad and I had no luck in finding Mr. Kent which frustrated not only us but my mom deeply. She’s been on a rampage ever since we got back that day. 

“Damn it!” I yelled getting frustrated. 

“No luck?” Brody asked looking at me. 

“No, and I’m not in the f*****g mood for an earful when I get home,” I said as I paced back and forth.

“An earful?” 

“My mother,” I explained. 

“Oh,” Brody said as he started to laugh. 

“What are you laughing about boy? It will be you as much as us,” my dad chipped in as he walked past us.

“s**t,” he mumbled looking at me like I could do anything about it. I just shrugged. 

Returning home without a single clue, was not fun at all but we had to go back at some point. 

“Did you find him?” My mom asked the second we walked through the door.

“No, it looks like he went completely underground.” My dad said.

“You can’t be serious.” My mom sighed and took her coat.

“Woah where do you think you are going?” My dad asked stepping in front of her. 

“To get the f*****g job done.”

“Honey that won’t help. We will find him eventually. He can’t hide forever,” my dad tried to reason with her. 

“He was right there, Alexander! Right there in front of us saying how proud he was of her and what not!” she cried out. 

“How is it that neither of us noticed anything?”

At that moment I felt terrible. My mom’s words hit me, and they hit me hard. 

I noticed, but I didn’t do anything. I would have loved to say that I didn’t notice. That I couldn’t have stopped it. But I could. I could have asked her about it, pulled her aside. For f**k sake I’m the heir to the Italian American mafia! I could have even made up some lame excuse. But I chose not to. I chose to see right through it, and this is what came out of it. 

As much as I would love to not care about her, I simply couldn’t help it. Since I met her, she was stuck in my mind and it annoyed the s**t out of me. She made an impact on me. An impact no one else had been able to achieve before. 

Growing up I looked at my mom’s and dad’s love for each other and it’s not like I don’t want that someday, but in this line of work, the risk is too grave. As much as love is a strength, it has also proven to be a weakness. A weakness that turns every move you make, into a risk. And that’s a risk I’ve never been willing to take. So why do I suddenly care now? Why is she so different? Because she made me laugh? Because she made me feel normal for a while? Or because her personality lit up the darkness of the garden the second, she was let out of the cage her father had been holding her in? 

My thoughts were interrupted by a hand suddenly gripping tightly onto mine. I looked at Ally and saw that she was awake. Her face was scrunched up and her eyes screamed for help. 

“Ally!” I said as I got up from the chair and gave her hand a squeeze. “You are safe! Relax!” 

She didn’t look like she fully understood what was going on and she had a pained expression on her face.

“It’s me, Dylan,” I tried. “Hang on I’m going to get the doctor!” I tried to let go of her hand to find the doctor and my mother, but she wouldn’t let me go. 

“Don’t go,” she whispered barely audible. 

I can’t leave her. Not like this. Damn it. 

“Hang on,” I said to her as I took out my phone. 

“Brody, she is awake, bring the doctor and my mother here,” I said before hanging up.