Chapter 66 Better be late than be late

Chapter sixty-six
Dave
I look up at Michael again, "I've located them. We should move immediately."
He picks up his phone and quickly dials a number, " Hello. Yes, we are ready to move out. We have the location already, we just need your assistance," he stops for a moment and looks at me, " I will send it to you now," he hung up and looked back at his phone. Then he stretches it out to me, "Here, send the address to him."
I take the phone from him and see that it's on a messaging app. I quickly type in the location and send it immediately," I stretch the phone back to him.
I've been on this site since this morning. After my encounter with my father, I've been trying to locate the chips in my men's phone.
And I just found out where they are.
I believe I will be able to get Jones out if I can find my men.
"We need to move now," Michael informs me and hurries out. I follow immediately. Michael has been so supportive. He's the best and I'm grateful we've settled our disputes.
If not, then I wouldn't have been able to think it through now. No, what am I even saying?
If Michael wasn't beside me, Jones might never have been mine.
I owe a lot to him.
We rush out of the company. I canceled all my appointments for today. And I wouldn't get back to it if I don't find Jones.
It's five already. And I've not eaten anything asides from breakfast.
I'm done even if I have the appetite. I feel so stressed and so worried. I just hope my Jones is alright.
We enter the car with Steven.
"We drive to Nicky street immediately as fast as you can."
" Yes sir," he says and guns the engine of the car.
I relax my head on the chair and close my eyes.
What if my dad is the one that kidnapped Jones? What would I do?
Gosh, I'm never going to forgive him if that's the case.
I will never forgive anyone that harms her. I will never forget anyone if a hair of her is harmed.
Jones
I open my eyes slowly. I feel so tired and so exhausted. My body aches all over.
I've been here for a day now, I think.
I've not seen anyone since last night. And I've not been offered anything be it food or water.
I feel so thirsty and my throat feels so patchy and sour. My hands hurt from the pressure of the rope.
Who have I offended? Why will someone leave me in this state? What have I done to deserve such treatment?
These people as I've reasoned aren't random kidnappers. They didn't even ask me for ransoms or the contacts of people close to me.
And they didn't plan to kill me immediately. If they planned to, they would have shot me down.
I try to keep my eyes open but they feel so sticky and gluing. I close it and lay my head on the chair. Even with this position, I feel so many pains. I just don't have the choice. I had to decide between hurting my head or hurting my neck.
Nothing matters at this moment, I just want to leave here.
"Is she still breathing?" A soft and low voice asks. That voice sounds familiar but I can't put a name to it.
As my eyes are still closed, they won't be able to ascertain if I'm sleeping or if I'm dead.
"She's breathing well. She just slept off," a deep strange voice replied.
Soft footsteps move closer to me.
I try to keep my eyes closed and the footsteps got nearer. A familiar perfume hit my nose.
Seriously, it feels like I know this person moving near to me.
"Should we wake her?" That deep voice asks
"No don't, let her be. I don't need anything from her at this moment."
I use the opportunity to open my eyes slightly. Suddenly, my eyes went wider and darker on their own as I stare at Cynthia exchanging words with the huge man.
What! Why? I can't even think about it because it's seriously making no sense to me. Why will Cynthia know I'm here and she's doing nothing. Wait for a second, she acts like a boss.
Does that mean she's the mastermind of this whole thing? Did she kidnap me?
I can't believe this just happened to me. I was taken last night and left to starve to death.
I'm supposed to wait for death either from the pressure of the ropes all around me or the fact that I've not been offered anything since last night.
And I just got to know Cynthia is the one behind it all?
"I will call for you when I need to," she looks towards me again and I quickly close my eyes, " I need her to learn her place. Still tomorrow will do. Give her water by today's evening," she says and whirls around to walk away.
" Yes boss," the man says and turns to follow her.
I couldn't wait any longer, I just can't sit still and do nothing about the fact that I'm aware of her.
"Do you know why Dave hates you?"I plan to keep shut until she decides to leave me. Then, I can tell Dave everything she said. But my mouth open and the words came out before I can stop it.
She stops walking and whirl around to look at me again. There was a smirk on her face, "I see you are awake."
I scoff and raise my head to be able to look at her very well, " Because you are so full of evil. It's like satan woke up one day, saw you, admire you and pour his spirit into you!" I scream the last one out for her. I feel so angry now. If only I'm not caged like a bird here, I would have destroyed her face with my fist. Gosh, I'm so damn angry.
The frown starts appearing on her face and I knew my words made her upset. At least, I was able to do that.
"Seems you still have strength still left in you," she looks over at the strange-looking man beside him, " No water or food for her until I say otherwise."
"I shouldn't give her any water this evening?"
" Yes, you shouldn't," Cynthia notes and smile now, " Let's see how long you last. I can't wait to see you cry out and beg me to spare your life!".
" Never!" I yell at her, " I will never do that, I will never!"
" No, you will darling. I will make you," she laughs.
"Why?" I asks her, my voice went lower this time around. It felt like I'd exhausted all the air in me. I feel so weak inside, "Why are you doing this?" I seriously want to know why she's treating me so so much like trash. Is it because she's rich? And more influential?
"You want to know?"
I nod slowly and stare up at her again, "You seriously don't need all this. You don't need to be wicked. You can get whatever you want at any time you want it."
" That's it!" She screams at me suddenly, " you said I can get whatever I want at any time I want it. And that's what I'm trying to do. I'm trying to get what pleases my heart!"
I give her a skeptical look. She's not even making sense. I don't have anything she wants, "What has that got to do with me?"
She stares at me for a while, " it has a lot to do with you because you have what I want."
I raise a brow, unable to comprehend what she meant, " I don't understand you."
I'm neither rich nor influential. There's no way what she wants would be with me. Wait for a moment, unless she meant Dave.
My eyes narrow as realization dawns on me suddenly.
She nods her head slowly, "That's right. You already know what I want. You know what is mine! Why are you keeping him to yourself? He's mine! Why did you take him away from me?"
I'm still looking at her, at her furious gaze, "I didn't take him away, I didn't," I manage to say and rest my head against the hard chair again, " You pushed him off yourself."
"And now, I'm back. If it wasn't for you. He wouldn't think twice before accepting me back. You didn't have to be in the picture. You messed up everything!"
God, I'm in so much pain.
" Please, let me go," I beseech her softly. My eyes were closing again and I can't keep them open.
"I won't," she says into my ear, "I won't let you off unless you promise to leave him alone! Dave is mine and will always be."
I hear the last part but it seems so distant before I drift back into the darkness.
Maybe I'm finally going to die.