You are mine now, Deal?

Chapter 2

The Kidnap

“Hey honey bee, how did it go? Zoya, my best friend since we were five, asked with one hand on her waist and the other hand had shears on it.

“It was good but loaded with a dose of skepticism,” I heaved, cutting through a line of overgrown flowers.

“The right dose of skepticism is needed in some decision making process.”

“I guess. The color of these flowers are becoming boring. One of these days we uproot them and put something else,” I suggested picking up a watering can to soil the ones I have trimmed already.

“I think flowers have souls. They are so adorable. Uprooting them is a no for me. I suggest selling them to someone who would care for them since we won't anymore,”

She had an idea but I thought about the unavailability of buyers. What shall we do then?

The heavens frowned. The bright morning immediately went dark and gloomy. The changing weather came with a heavy breeze that blew away some clothes we hanged on the rail.

Zoya hurriedly packed them up and picked up Fleur who sat on the step playing with the cut down overgrown flowers. They both run inside leaving me to pack the gardening equipment littered around.

I wasn't done packing when the windy weather came with a heavy downpour. I vanished into the house with the few I managed to pick up.

I looked through the window, staring at the splattering of rain on the sandy floor. It hadn't rained for days, Fleur, my daughter, was so excited for this one.

She took a blanket and buried herself in it. She holds on to the idea that sleep and relaxation is better when it's raining.

Now I have to worry about how I will go about her given that the contract I just signed had already messed up my schedules.

“You will take Fleur with you,” she suggested knitting a head cap she had in her hand.

“Why,” I asked, shocked at the statement.

“I can't take care of her in your absence.”

“Why? What changed?” Fleur had always been both our responsibility. Zoya was her godmother.

“You seem to have figured yourself out already. Being a nanny forever is not what I planned for.”

“Nanny? When did…,”

“Yes nanny. You leave to your pretend-husbands mansion while I stick here, in this one room outdated apartment, alone with your 7 year old daughter. What is it for me?”

“Of course you won't do it alone. I will cater for her finances. You need not worry about a thing.”

“I was right about everything. I was right about you.”

“How?”

“Look at you saying “I will cater for her finances,” what about my finances,” she fummed pointing her both hands to her chest

“I can take that up as well. Why are you so salty all of a sudden? This is something you can bring up on a different day for a smooth conversation and we talk it out,” I burst out throwing the piece of cloth I was holding on the floor.

“Well, I choose now. So what about that?”

“You are so out of reality than I thought. You seriously don't see anything wrong in the way you brought this up?”

Fleur stood close to Zoya staring at us going back at each other. She scowled at Zoya and bent her face to her fingernails which she fumbled with the whole argument.

“I don't see anything wrong, especially for the fact that you seem to listen more to an outburst than you would in a smooth discussion.”

My family with the exception of my father was already a pain in the ass. Zoya, who I leaned on, was trying to become one too.

I dashed to the closet with rage, staring at the vanity mirror glued to the closet wall for a while. Hot tears made it's way to my cheek. I leaned on the tiled walls with my hand on my forehead, then slowly melted downwards till I was ass flat on the floor.

From the bathroom, I can hear Fleur sobbing silently in the bedroom.

Her sobs broke my heart especially seeing me and Zoya go back and forth about her in that manner.

Dejection is the worst feeling and Fleur was the wrong person to feel that especially because we just successfully came out of a phase in her life when she had a severe dejection of appetite I haven't seen since her birth.

I stormed out of the bathroom when my rage had reduced. I am now more in control of the situation. I turned to her and said, “you know what, I'll figure this s**t out.”

“Of course you will. You always will, while those of us who can't will go to hell,” she responded with a frown.

I picked up Fleur and headed into the room when I suddenly heard a car horn.

Looking out of the window stood a fully electric Lamborghini Lanzador with tinted glasses making me unable to see who was inside.

I dropped Fleur on the floor. Zoya jumped off the bed to the window peering through the blinds. After a few minutes no one came out. I lost interest and went inside my room.

A man alighted from the car bearing an envelope. I watched him walk to the door and knock.

We all kept mute waiting for him to knock the second time. He knocked once more, Zoya rushed to the door.

“Good day, may I speak with Miss. Dana?” The strange man requested.

Zoya screamed my name in order to create the impression that I wasn't standing close to her.

I came out to meet the hefty bald headed man with pale skin tone.

“I am here to deliver this,” he said, handing over the white envelope he was holding to me, “from Mr. Talis,” he revealed.

I took the envelope and opened it running through the words as fast as I could to save the guards time.

The content summoned me to Mr. Talis' mansion with my properties.

“When he hasn't fulfilled his own end of the deal first?”

“Shall we?” the guard said pointing towards the car for me to follow suit.

I scowled at him and blurted, “because?”

“He asked that we bring you with us. So, let's go,” he ordered.

“No.”

Before I could run inside, he grabbed me by my arm, threw me over his shoulder, bundled me into the car and drove off.