Chapter 5 Words Play

Nadia's POV

I got home with the police escort and saw my family gathered in the hall with worried and panic faces. I rushed to my father and hugged but he pulled me from his embrace and questioned,

"Hey baby, what happened to you? I had called your line several times but it was unreasonable. Why do you have bruises on your forehead and arms?"

I looked at him strangely and surprised. 'If it isn't me they are worried about then who are they worried for?' I thought confusedly and then asked my mother,

"Mom, what's happening here?"

She looked down the floor her eyes because of crying, but before she could utter a word, the police came and narrated the whole events to them. They looked on shock drawn on their faces, then my mother started looking at my body to check to see if I was hurt. This confirmed that I was right that it wasn't me they were worried about. I looked around to find everyone except my son so I inquired,

"Leo is sleeping in his room right? I will go and see him. "

I turned to leave but my mother's voice stopped me in my tracks, she cried louder and I shouted,

"Shit!! shit!! damn it!! that bastard has got my son once again. "

But my parents shook their heads silently and replied,

"No, he hasn't got him, your father even went to his place but he was nowhere to be found. This looks deadly this time, they even had the driver killed. "

"What? they killed Edward? who has the courage to kidnap my son?" I questioned angrily.

Then I remembered,

"Dad, why did you take my gun from me? I needed it so much this evening what if those bastards were able to take my life? Please don't be this careless next time. I will go in search of my son. "

"It was for your own good, please don't go anywhere, the police and his father are on the case. You have all those bruises on you, you look tired please have mercy on our poor hearts. " cried my mother.

"Okay then I will go and wash up but in an hours time if I don't hear anything about my son, then no one can stop me. " I proclaimed.

I turned to leave but my younger sister commented,

"Stop acting tough this isn't words play in your office. "

I sneered and made my way upstairs into my room.

I got into the room and rushed into the washroom, I let the water out but made it steam out then laid in it for fifteen minutes. I became energetic and got up and took my shower five minutes later and I got out of the washroom ready to scan the city for my missing son. I wore my jeans and shirt and put on a water proof cardigan and got out of the room through the window because I knew security would be at my door with my Father's permission to keep me indoors. But it seemed he had forgotten I couldn't be controlled, with the help of my robe, I sneaked down to the ground. And then the journey started.