"Leave us" The creepy old guy said.
The two beefy men in black stepped away from the desk and exited the room.
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A few minutes ago, I'd woken up and found my self on a highchair in a fairly empty room with two beefy guys and an old dude with a cane staring at me from across the small coffee table seperating us. It wasn't hard to tell that the old dude's the one who arranged my kidnapping... He also looks a lot like me, just like that creepy blondie that showed up at my school.
Once the guys left, the old dude's stony gaze on me soften... I frowned.
"I've been looking for you... I can't believe how much you've grown" He said, each word causing my frown to deepen.
I opened my mouth to speak but quickly decided against it...Nate had drilled his safety rules in to me.
#1. There were times giving a rebuttal would be my own disadvantage.
Judging by the man's face, if he really is who I think he might be... Then-
"I see Madonna's been taking good care of you, you look well" he tried again....I swallowed.
-Doughnut could be in danger.
Images of my sister's smiling face rushed through my mind...I suddenly felt suffocated.
"Son, is there a reason you're not responding to me? Is the drug still in your system? maybe your experiencing a side effect?" He asked, his brows knitted with worry like a parent actually concerned for his child's wellbeing... I nodded quietly and he swiftly took his phone and dialed a number. Seconds later, warm milk and cookies were placed in front me by a brown-haired woman in a maid's uniform, once she was done, she quickly exited the room.
He stared at me expectantly while I eyed the milk and cookies, looking between him and the treat with obvious suspicion.
He smirked at me and reached out to grab a cookie and ate it whole. I wait for what I think should be upto a minute before taking one for myself.
#2. Go along with their request so it looks like your guard is down.
"Are you feeling any better?'' he asked, I nodded quietly, using my slow chewing as an excuse to not speak.
"You must be confused by all this...I admit, when I asked your sister to go get you, I didn't think she'd handle you so... roughly... I'm sorry about that"
So the Kidnapper lady is a sister...why would I need a kidnapper when I've already got a badass gunslinger con artist? She's seriously under qualified.
"My men found out that Madonna works as a mover...I highly doubt she was a able to give you a proper childhood-" Maybe not proper, but a happy one... Definitely better than a child drugging father would.
"-so, now that we've found you at last, what do you think about returning to the Knight estate? Madonna is the reason you haven't come home before...she stole you away from me the day we were to go home to your mother" He explained.
"W-wait-what?" I blurted out.
The old man smiled sadly.
"I bet Madonna told you I killed your mother... didn't she?" he asked, for some reason, my chest felt tight.
"Madonna's mother and yours are different. Her mother did birth you, but as a surrogate. That makes you and Madonna half-siblings. I can't fault her for feeding you lies since it is what she honestly believes" he explained in an irritated tone, I frowned at him.
"That looks tells me you're curious... Just ask me, I want to hear more of my son's voice. Ask me anything and I'll answer honestly." He promised, his face flushed with excitement as he clasped his hands above his legs.
#3. Take any advantage to know more about your situation.
"Uhm... why doesn't Big Sis Maddy know that we don't have the same mother?" I asked faking an innocent tone i'd heard a classmate use once. His nose scrunched and lips pulled downward in disgust, but I'm guessing it's because of how I referred to Doughnut, I'd been feeling weird about the way he says her name, his reaction now definitely confirms it.
He still wants her dead...Another pesky dipshit tryna off my Doughnut!
"Her mother didn't tell her". He answered without dropping the ugly look.
"Why?" I asked and took a gulp of the warm milk.
"Because she also didn't know".
I spat out my drink, most of it landing on the cookies we were sharing.
"Why- *cough*, why- * cough* *cough*" I tried.
He picked his walking cane and hurried, staggering a bit, to my back and patted me till I calmed, and drank a bit more without spilling this time. He stepped away to get a something to clean my face with while I quickly undid the emergency knot in my hair.
He returned with a handkerchief and we continued our Question and answer session.
"I told Rachel about being a surrogate for my wife but she refused, however, she owed me for letting her kept her child so, I figured I could leverage that and had her birth you." he said as he took his seat.
"..."
"I drugged her and had it done before Madonna returned home from school, naturally, she thought I'd slipped up like last time and insisted on keeping her pregnancy... Our situation started when she realised what had happened after childbirth... She knew you weren't hers and still insisted on keeping you with her, pretending to be ignorant of the whole ordeal and sending that stupid little girl on a fool's errand.
Audrey, I'll admit I made a mistake. I should have gotten somebody else. Even a maid should have been fine... But , your mother wouldn't have been able to tolerate it. She'd suffered food poisoning before a show in New Orleans and collapsed on international television, naturally the media was everywhere so having a surrogate in the city would have gone public no matter what i did. Unfortunately, even as we go back now, you wouldn't meet her... She passed away 5 years ago" he told me, pain etched into his voice.
I wonder what Doughnut looked like in a school uniform...I bet she was adorable. Suddenly, an image of my sister in my school uniform flashes through my head.
Yeah, super adorable- "-drey?"
"Audrey?"
"AUDREY?!"
"Huh?!" I responded, snapping back to reality.
"You were... smiling, after everything I said" he said with that concerned look on his face again
"Oh right, yeah, I understand " He basically just told a kid he's a good-for-nothing psychopath that likes to drug people.
"Anyway...like I said earlier, I'd like you to come live with us, your real sister and I, at the Knight Estate. Leave this dreary and tasteless life behind" he said with a gentle smile.
"What about Big Sis Maddy?" I asked flashing a rather sweet puppy act at the mention of my sister, at least to enjoy the ugly look on his old wrinkly face.
"Her... She'll be... well compensated for her troubles"
In other words, killed. Well I doubt there's more investigation needed at this point.
I pretended to fidget in my chair and look around the room uncomfortably.
"It's okay Audrey, your daddy's here now, there's nothing to be afraid-" As he rushed toward me, I whipped out a pin from my hair and jabbed it into his hand, slamming it on the table. The old man began to wheeze violently and used his other hand to drag me over to him by my shirt, his eyes filled with rage, surprise and dizziness.
I broke into a wide grin. "Why da hell would I want to live with a Mummy-killing freak like you?" I asked, staring down at his pathetic face. I let out a loud laugh as we crumpled to the floor.
A while ago, Alex had given me this pin with a special needle in it incase of emergencies like this. The needle was soaked in unique blend of poison only a handful of doctors in the world can treat... it won't kill, but it's definitely going to leave the victim in a world of pain.
The door flung open and beefy men in black rushed in to the room...along with my so-called sister.
"You little BRAT!"