Make You Mine(Redemption 2) - Episode 30

 

Phillip:

"What are you doing?!" I snap my head to Benedicta as she matches towards me again. I carefully pull my shirt on. Everything still hurts.
"Take it off. You are not going anywhere!" Benedicta grabs the sleeve of the shirt and this on it. I use my free hand to drag it out of her grip but groan from the exertion. I'm sweating a little but it doesn't stop me.
"You are going to hurt yourself again!" She starts to cry and I stop on the last button on my shirt.
"Listen to me." I take her shoulders and shake her lightly . She sniffs back tears and lifts her eyes to mine. I brush the tears from her cheeks and sigh.
"I'll be fine. But I don't think your friend is." I tell her.
"What are you saying?" She asks quietly.
"I want you to take your son and go somewhere safe. Favour's house or even that guy who's always around you..."
"Lucas?" She asks on a sniff and I nod.
"Yeah. Lucas. I need you and Larry to be safe." My phone starts to buzz in my pocket and I pull it out. It's Cheryl's father. I connect him without thought.
"Something's wrong." My heart sinks at his first two words.
"How?" I ask and watch Benedicta mouth a few things to me. I put my hands up to stop her for a second.
"Sorry what?" I say into the phone.
"The detail on my wife

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. The ones she is supposed to not know is always tailing her for her protection. I was able to get information from them. She has been paying them secretly." He says and I know with the way his voice goes completely harsh​ that I really don't want to know how he got the information from them.
"Francisca bought a sniper rifle just a day to your wedding." He spits out.
"Sh*t." That's what the police suspect was used on me.
"Listen. These good for nothings only know that the wife bought a new house off the city the same day but they don't know where exactly. There's no certificate of ownership or any documents about it here and I've checked without her knowledge." He continues and I start to pace around the room.
"We can't just sit and wait." I tell him.
"Of course not. My time for sitting and waiting is over! I have my men spread out around the outskirts of town." He says. That doesn't satisfy me and I know it doesn't satisfy him either.
"That could take days. Maybe weeks."
"I know. I'm going to have a word with the wife as soon as I drop the phone. She has no clue her cover is blown and is currently waiting for me in our bedroom." He bites out.
"What are you going to do?" I ask him.
"The riffraff I beat information out of are bent on saying Cheryl ordered them and Francisca is just helping but I have no reason to believe that shit anymore. But to be sure...." He trails off.
"Did you get my message to her?" I ask him. That will make everything clear.
"About the building you bought? I couldn't reach Cheryl. The bastard said something about her not wanting to be disturbed. He got the message to her though. According to him, Cheryl said she doesn't want to live in the house you guys bought for your new life as a married couple since you guys didn't get married." I growl.
"What?" He asks.
"Wrong answer." I mutter.
"So we're sure. Something's wrong?" He asks.
"Very. Get the wife to talk. And send me Damon's address."
"I'll surely get her to talk. I just got some juicy information about her that I can't believe I missed from the day we met. This makes much sense now." His voice seems to go cold and calculating.
"The address." I demand.
"I'll have it texted as soon as I end this call. I have a few guys manning his house to make sure they get him in case he comes home. I have to go now." With that, he ends the call with a click. 

 My phone beeps with an address not too far from the hospital I am in right now.

"I have to go now" Benedicta blocks my path and I huff impatiently.
"Come back in one piece." She says softly. I place a quick peck on her temple to reassure both of us and she walks out of my path.
"Go to Logan!" I yell over my back as I rush out of the room.

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Cheryl's father POV:

"Come to bed honey." The usual sweet voice of my wife only serve to grate on my already fucking deprived senses! I place the silencer on my little gun and waltz into the room like I own the damn thing. I do actually.
 Francisca's beautiful body draped over the sheets do nothing for me as I stand in front of her and watch her for any sign of the viper that she is. Of course I thought as much that a young woman marrying me was for my money but this... It's just not acceptable.
"The Moon is full tonight." I say coldly, my voice dripping with the venom spilling out of me. She raise her head at my voice and cock it to the side with a seductive look. Her fingers gesture to me invitingly and I take the few steps to get to her on the bed. I sit on the edge.
"Have you ever thought about the condition in which you'll die Francisca?" I coo into her ear. She stiffens but her face does not give anything away.
"What are you talking about? You're scaring me. Is this one of our role play? Am I to be the damsel in distress tonight?" Her shiny eyes pin me and I shake my head on a deep and pained chuckle.
"No. I think my daughter is the damsel in distress tonight, Rachael Obaro." I see just as her eyes register my words and as her body twist so quickly. The silver of the knife she pulls out of no where has me jumping back but then I pull my gun up to her face. She freezes with the knife in mid air, her mouth agape.
"Rachael Obaro. I should have known." I grind out. She just looks at the gun in her face with calculating eyes. I know that look.
"Drop the knife. You don't want to die like your father I tell you." A shrill cry is pulled out of her and her slim limbs pull her up so quickly, she's almost on me with her knife before I release the trigger of the gun. The sound shocks both of us as the force of the bullet push her back away from me, the knife falling off her hands. Blood cover her blouse just below her shoulder.
"You shot me!" She screams at me, her eyes crazy.
"And I'll do it again if you move a fucking inch." I seethe. She knows I'll do it. Her hand goes to her shoulder and she groan like a wounded animal.
"Put your hands up, Rachael." I instruct her clearly. Her eyes are defiant but when the gun goes up to her face again she slowly starts to raise her hands.
"Now you're going to bind yourself with this." I throw my cotton tie lying on the bedside table at her.
"Fuck you." She seethes.
"Do it." I push the gun into the hole it's already put in her and she cries out with immense pain, her eyes watering but not crying.
"Now." I move back a little and point to the tie. She takes it with her good hand and binds one of her hand, she eyes me questioningly and I point to the headboard.
"Tie it to that. Securely." I instruct. She does so not so quickly but I can wait just a few seconds to get what I need from her.
"Good." I check the ties to make sure they are secure and nod satisfactorily.
"Now you're going to tell me where Cheryl is." I say slowly so I make myself damn clear to her. She watches me like a little cat.
"Do you understand me?" I ask her.
"Was this how you had him tie himself?" She asks out of the blue and I know what she's talking about.
"I don't have time for that. Now you will tell me where your little boyfriend has my daughter or I'm going to put a hole in you for every time I ask and not get the answer."
"Did he beg? For his life?" She asks like she didn't hear everything I just spelt out for her.
"Francisca don't..."
"No! This is probably the best time for this. Your daughter's life depends on this if you don't already know." She says casually like she's not the one tied to a stupid bed, bleeding out with a gun in her face.
"Franc.."
"Shut up and tell me the truth old man!" She screams.
"Fine! He didn't! He didn't beg okay? Do you want to know what he begged for the last few seconds of his life? He begged for you. For his little daughter. She's a saint in all of this he said. You didn't do nothing. I should take care of you he said. Not a fucking saint anymore now are you?!" I yell at her.
"You killed my father you old fart!" The bed shake with her struggling and I actually laugh at the irony of it all.
"I can't believe I never recognized you. I sent a big ass check every last day of the month for the past fifteen years." I say and she sneers at me.
"You think those big fat checks would wipe the blood off your hands?" She asks me and I shake my head.
"I did kill your father but not by pulling the trigger."
"What? You sent one of your minions to do it. Does that make you innocent?"
"What are you talking about?" I ask her.
"Don't play dumb. You killed him didn't you?"
"Yes he died in my stead but he was my motherfucking partner! My friend!"
"What?" She spits.
"You're lying." She continues when I don't say a thing but scrub the sweat from my face frustratingly.
"You sent all checks every month. I was sure you killed him to take over his company. You. You are the enemy. Mother said you were the devil's spurn. That you took her husband from her. She wanted me to revenge." She insists.
"Your mother was never mentally stable!" I spit and it was true. The woman was in and out of a psychiatric ward for years. Yes Obaro and I had a few misunderstandings before he died but we were always friends. Those men who kidnapped me that  day only took him along because he was at the wrong place at the wrong  time. They killed  him to get to me. That's why  I never stopped sending his daughter money. Last I heard she was in the States. I can't deal with this no more.
" I'm done with this. Where's my daughter Rachael? Don't make me ask again." I point the gun at her ready to pull the trigger on her leg next but the door to my bedroom bursts open at that very moment.
"Drop the gun! Now! This is the police! I won't say it again?" My mouth drops to the floor as a dozen police men swarm my room. Who the f*ck alerted them?!
"Put it down!" One of them scream when I don't lower the gun.
"Arrgghhh!!!!!" I scream as I raise the gun up and shoot into the ceiling.

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. Someone push me to the ground and I land with a thud. My head spin just as I'm put in handcuffs.
"Get off me! She's got my daughter. She's got my daughter!" I scream as they try to drag me away.
"We know. We got the call. Your son in law called us. We have your daughter sir. Just calm the fuck down. We've got you." I hear screaming from my side and turn to find Francisca fighting with handcuffs on. Two beefy police men hold her and drag her away.
"He killed my father. He killed him!" She yells as she gets dragged in front of me. Now that I hear Cheryl is safe, I let the police men drag me away.