The Escape
606 Words
CHAPTER THREE
Days later, at night...
"So, Dad, where did you first meet Mom?" Kitty asked, facing him. She was sitting on the bed next to him.
"Your mom was a beautiful, brave lady, very good at boxing," Grimm began. "But then I was on a mission to wipe out my enemy's entire family, and she was the third sister of my enemy....."
Just as he was about to continue, his phone rang, cutting him off.
"Let me pick this," he told Kitty and stepped out of the room into the bathroom.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Boss, this is Titus," a voice replied.
"I know," He said curtly.
"The Brandons attacked us in the drug cartel," Titus reported. "Eight of our men were shot dead, and they're still killing more."
His expression darkened. "What? Why? Are you telling me you guys have grown weaker?"
"No, boss," Titus protested. "They attacked us from behind."
"Cowards!" Grimm spat. "What did the Brandons say they want?"
Titus hesitated before responding, "They kept chanting, 'We want Hel's daughter'... but—"
His phone slipped from his hand as he realized it was shaking. "Boss! Boss! Boss, are you alright?" Titus's voice came from the phone.
He crushed the phone beneath his foot, his frustration boiling over. He sat on the edge of the jacuzzi, running his hands through his hair.
"Not again," he whispered, his eyes blazing with anger. "They took Hel away from me, and now Kitty?"
His tears fell, but he quickly composed himself as he heard Kitty approaching.
"Daddy, are you okay?" She asked through the door.
He washed his face and stepped out, forcing a smile. "My little cupcake," he said, lifting Kitty off the ground.
"Who are the Brandons, and why are they looking for me?" She asked, her eyes narrowing.
Hi smile faltered. "H-how did you hear that? Who told you? That person is a liar, or perhaps you misheard the conversation."
She stood her ground. "My ears don't deceive me."
His expression softened. "You heard it all wrong," he said gently, placing Kitty on the bed and covering her with a duvet. He kissed her hair softly.
"Goodnight, baby."
As he switched off the lamp, Kitty asked, "Are you going out?"
He wore a hoodie and smiled reassuringly. "No, I just... just sleep, baby. I'll see you tomorrow."
He closed the door, securing it with two padlocks. He knew Kitty's resourcefulness and determination.
He stepped on the accelerator as the guards opened the gate. "Vroom!" He sped away into the night.
"You're so dead, Brandon."
Meanwhile, Kitty turned on the lamp and tiptoed to the door. She peered through the keyhole, realizing it wasn't locked. A smile spread across her face.
"So, Dad trusted me."
But as she tried to open the door, she found out it was locked with padlocks. Her smile turned into a scowl.
"Agh! Grimm!"
Kitty stormed back to bed, switching off the lights.
Grimm chuckled to himself. "She would have realized how sharp her father's IQ is."
But his laughter was short-lived. The light flickered back on, and Kitty's face appeared on the hidden camera, a hammer clutched in her right hand.
"Hello, Dad! If you're watching me now, hear me break down the door, Dad!" She winked, laughing mischievously before covering the camera lens with chewing gum.
His eyes widened in shock. "What the...!" He slammed on the brakes.
His mouth hung wide open in astonishment. "Is she really my daughter?" he wondered aloud. "At this rate, I need to take a DNA test..." He muttered to himself, incredulous, as the sound of hammering echoed through the air.
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