Ridian.
It had been two days since Cilla started training with Brody and it was not sitting well with me. I knew that she wasn’t going to do anything with him. I think I was more annoyed by the fact that she had opted to ask him to train her and not me. I was so much better than Brody in everything. It hurt me that she opted to ask him, as if she trusted him more than me. I tried to distract myself with other things but it was hard to stop thinking about the fact that they were both training together.
When we were together, everything was mechanical. We did almost everything together and even slept on the same bed but we failed to connect like before. Cilla spent most of her attention on her phone and I ended up doing the same. We were like two strangers living in the same house. Cilla was so depressed that I barely knew what to do with her. I tried to help her but she never seemed receptive or interested in fixing the issues that were bothering us.
The only good thing happening was that the two packs in my control were doing well. Moonshine pack had surprisingly become very cooperative and the proceeds from the minerals were benefiting both of us. Moonshine pack was fast developing and I knew that in no time, it was going to start doing very well. I ensured that it never grew too fast though. I had to make sure that it didn’t grow faster than my own pack.
I got off the bed before Cilla and went to take a quick shower before having my breakfast which had already been prepared and delivered from the main kitchen downstairs. After breakfast, I went to sit on the couch and read the daily paper. I nearly gasped when I saw the face on the front page.
It was my ex-fiancée. Jane Willow walking out of the building with two police men. She was handcuffed and looked annoyed. Her hair was tied up into a tight ponytail.
“Child Kidnapper caught,” the headline read. I looked at an enclosed photo and saw two children, their faces blurred. I could tell from the bodies that those where the Markle twins. Jumping off the couch, I went and threw the bedroom door open. Cilla pretended she was not awake. I went and threw the paper on the bed, forcing her to open her eyes.
“What is it?”
“Check the paper,” I said. “They’re alive.”
Cilla grabbed the paper and sat down, gasping when she saw Jane’s photo.
“Oh my goodness, Ridian. They’re actually alive.”
I sat next to her and we quickly skimmed through the second page of the paper which had the full story. We found out that Jane willow had been arrested the previous day and was taken to a police station while the kids with her were taken to a children’s shelter. The children had given their real names.
The paper also said the police were called by Tom Mathers who claimed the lady had been referred to his house by a friend. He did not know she was holding children hostage until she arrived. Tom did not like mistreatment of children so he didn’t want to be party to what was happening so he called the cops. He warned them that she was unnaturally strong and very dangerous. The police had sent enough men to take her down which they successfully did. They were looking for family members of the children so as to proceed.
“This is dangerous,” Cilla said. “I hope Ron and Rose don’t tell them who we are and where we can be found. We have to go to that shelter right now.”
“Do you think they’ll let us take them?”
“Of course.”
“But you will have to go to court and testify against Jane Willow.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s dangerous. We have to think of a way to handle this.”
“Fine. Whatever. We’ll think of it on the way.” She jumped out of bed. She ran towards the bathroom but stopped. I frowned and watched as she ran back. She kissed my lips before returning. I smiled, shaking my head slightly as I stood up. I linked to Kenny and told him to get a car ready plus some men to go with us. I went and sat in the living room and we tried to figure out a plan while communicating through our minds.
Eventually, we decided the best thing to do was to break out the kids and then Jane. Without the accused, the case would have no direction and would go cold. We had to do both on the same night. When Cilla came out of the bedroom dressed, I told her about the plan and she seemed to be in agreement with it. She grabbed a banana from the dining table and quickly ate it before drinking some juice.
“Let’s go,” she said. “I don’t care how we do it. All I want is for us to get the kids and bring them back.”
We met Camilla downstairs and told her what was going on before proceeding to the waiting truck. Two men were loading some weapons in the truck. We got inside and the driver waited for the truck to be closed before setting off. A group of warriors followed us in another car. Cilla looked anxious. I was anxious, too.
“I’m going to kill that b! tch,” Cilla said. “How dare she throw my sister out of the window? If that cop hadn’t caught her, she would have died. I can’t wait to get my hands on that woman.”
“Relax,” I told her. “We will get her, and you’ll be able to do whatever you want to her.”
I realized I had missed those children so much. They had become my family, as if they were my own. We had driven for a few kilometers when Cilla asked the driver to stop the car. She quickly got out and threw up outside.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She drank some water from the water bottle she was holding and swished in her mouth before spiting. After washing her mouth, she stepped back in.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I think it’s just the anxiety.”
“Okay,” I said, feeling relived. I wasn’t sure she had recovered from the poisoning that had got her bedridden but she didn’t like to speak about it. I hoped she had.