🥀 ABELIA'S POV 🥀
I stared at him for a while, confused.
"Nemo!" I yelled out, elbowing him out of his iced thoughts.
"Huh?" he answered, blinking repeatedly in awkwardness.
"Kidnap who?" I asked, trying to understand the cause of his sudden drama.
"Hm, never mind. It's morning already, I will go make breakfast. We can talk about it over chops," he blurted out, and with that, he dashed out of the room.
"What the heck is wrong with him? He's acting like a cork," I whispered and scoffed.
"Older than me with twelve years but still acts like a baby," I added and giggled in amazement.
"Freshen up, I'll come pick you up for breakfast in thirty minutes," he yelled from the kitchen, and I simply nodded like he was watching me.
Soon, we were done with breakfast, and it was time to get down to business. Even though he suddenly suggested we push on with the kidnapping, I could still feel him being reluctant about it. But either way, I wanted revenge.
"I will organize the kidnapping," Nemo blurted out, pausing his lips.
"You? fuck no! I'll get someone to do the job. I have an agent who secretly works for me, his name is Antonio. That leaves us where we would keep her after the kidnapping," I responded with a serious face.
"I think he can bring her here blindfolded," Nemo suggested, biting his lips.
"Here?" I asked, unsure I heard him well. How can someone so frightened about every little things suggest such a dangerous thing?
"Oh lord, I keep putting myself in problems," he muttered slowly, slamming his eyes shut. "Yes, you can barely move around, so I think it's more comfortable if she's here with us," he reasoned out, giggling sadly.
Smiling, he added. "Hurry up and call your agent, we are running out of time."
Promptly, I picked up my phone and dialed my agent's number, and he picked up on the second ring.
"Hi, boss, it's been a while, I have been searching everywhere for you. I heard you were kidnapped, are you alright?" my agent, Antonio's voice sounded at the other end of the call, worried.
"Hey, Antonio. You don't need to be worried about me, I need you back on track, there is something I need you to do for me." I blurted out in a serious tone.
"Alright, boss. It's nice having you back. Please send me the details of the job, I will be pleased to work with you again; Miss Abelia," he retorted promptly and ended the call.
I puffed out a sigh of relief, if not anyone, at least I still had Antonio to run my errands.
"Please send the lawyer's information over to Antonio so he can get the job done," I said to Nemo as he walked back into the room.
"And- don't forget to add our house address," I added wheeling myself into the bathroom and shutting the door before Nemo changes his mind.
Soon, a speeding car pulled up outside, and I already knew it was Antonio.
"Nemo… hurry, get the door!" I yelled from where I sat, unable to move. Immediately, Nemo rushed towards the door, and Antonio walked in carrying a woman with a sack on her face.
"Why on earth did you have to blindfold her so brutally? Just why?" Nemo asked with a squeezed face.
"It's for the better," I retorted, sending Nemo a warning sign to shut his mouth.
"Hurry, that room," I added, pointing in a direction for Antonio to take her into.
After dropping and tying her to a chair, Antonio proceeded to leave.
"Boss…a wheelchair?" Antonio asked in shock, ogling at my legs at a rate that made it uncomfortable.
"It's a long story. Thank you for today," I responded with a sad smile.
"Your brother did this, right? Either way… It's better than being dead," Antonio blurted out truthfully, tapping my shoulder.
"It's time for you to go now," Nemo warned through gritted teeth and a serious face.
"Thank you, Antonio," I said as he left the house.
***🥀***
Hours later, we stayed at the entrance to the room where Cain's lawyer was kept, we stared at the blindfolded lady who wasn't even attempting to escape.
"Take off her blindfold," I stated, turning towards Nemo, whose face was covered in disgust and dissatisfaction.
"Me? Hell no! Wheel your sited ass over there and take it off yourself," Nemo retorted with a questioning face that said "Meeee?"
"Nemo, you know I can't walk, and my arms hurt too from wheeling around," I responded, taking a deep breath to calm myself.
"True. Then crawl over, I'll help you get down from your power bike," he suggested, pulling my arms in an attempt to help me get on the floor.
"Are you serious right now? I didn't ask you to kill anyone… Yet. Just take the fucking blindfold off," I yelled furiously, ready to pounce on him.
"Alright, alright! Stop yelling- my ear hurts," he said as he walked closer to the lady to take off the blindfold.
Immediately, her face was set free, I already knew Antonio had made a mistake, "But how?" I asked myself as I stood there, stunned, confused, and disappointed.
"Wait!" I exclaimed, wheeling over.
"What is it?" Nemo asked, turning in my direction.
"She's… different," I reasoned out, staring at the young lady.
"Yes- she's pretty," Nemo stated, pouting.
"No. She's not Cain's Lawyer," I blurted out, as I and Nemo passed glances.
"What is your name?" I asked, going closer to her.
"Brina," she answered calmly.
"Brina, what?" I retorted in expectation.
"Brina Leysa," she responded, looking away.
"Fuck! We kidnapped the wrong person. Cain's lawyer's name is Brina Margot. Antonio confused her identity," I declared in disappointment, slamming my fist on my forehead.
"Okay, so…" Nemo asked, still finding it hard to understand the complication of kidnapping the wrong person.
"What's the big deal? We just throw her out and get the real Brina," he added, reasoning out.
"I'm not a fake," She defended, sending Nemo a warning stare.
"Keep quiet," I screamed, trying to think.
"Okay… why are you not trying to escape?" I asked with raised eyebrows, and she answered with a weird smile.
"Because it's the other way around. You should be running. Kidnapping me saved me but brought calamity to your home," she blurted out truthfully and chucked.
"No! This is not good… ohh lord I'm going to die today!!!" Nemo cried out, and I just sat there, staring at Brina's laughing face, scared of what was going to happen next.