ugh
Kevin's eyes opened abruptly, filled with a ferocity that matched an angered beast.
The scene of him being shot just before losing consciousness replayed in his mind along with which came anger toward the unknown enemy who shot him.
His anger does not remain for even a few seconds before it gets replaced by determination to never suffer a loss like his again and keep himself ready for any variable in any situation.
Of course, not before making a note to have his revenge on that coward in the back of his mind.
"Where am I?" The first thought came into his mind when he looked around himself to get a better understanding of his situation.
He is trapped inside a dark black cage, which appears to be made from some unknown metal covered with a cloth to block his outside view, but the constant vibration and slight sway of the cage tell him the story of his current condition.
"Am I inside a vehicle? F##k, are they taking me somewhere?"
Kevin tried to move, but his body betrayed him when a sharp pain shot up to his brain, reminding him to reevaluate his body state.
He looked toward himself only to find that his clothes had been changed. Heck, even his inner clothes have been changed with a hospital gown.
Everything he carried with himself has been taken away, from his purse to his ring, which he wore just for show.
"Who the hell robs a person so cleanly?"
Kevin can not help but feel a little violated.
When he opened the gown to check his body, an injury with fourteen stitches on his back came into view along with the injury on his leg, which was not treated carefully; instead, the work was just done by using superglue after disinfecting the cut.
Looking at his overall condition, a few points became crystal clear in Kevin's mind: he is not being robbed; instead, he is being kidnapped. As for why, the only thing that rings a bell in his brain is human trafficking. After all, as a professional surgeon and geneticist, he knew very well just how costly human organs are.
He is being smuggled to somewhere else outside the city or even the country, keeping the constantly moving vehicle in mind.
Last but not least, from the condition of his wounds, he can be sure that at least more than one whole day has passed since he received this treatment.
Kevin tried to stand, but the cage turned out to be much smaller than his height; the only movement he could perform was crawling inside the cage.
Looking at his own condition, Kevin felt humiliated. Since the moment he became self-dependent, not a single instant was there where he truly felt humiliation.
It's not that there was a shortage of people who wished to show him his place by pressuring him through their influence or through public character execution, but he simply never cared enough about them to affect himself.
He proved himself through his actions, reaching a point in his profession where very few can look down on him only because they are older than him with more practical experience.
"I don't know who you are, and I don't care, but you will pay for this very dearly," Kevin thought while fuming in anger.
He moved toward the gate of the cage, ignoring the constant pain spikes he was feeling; his anger was enough to drown any other emotion he was currently feeling.
The moment he touched the gate, an alarm began to ring.
"Sh#t," Kevin's mind began to process every possible result, trying to find a way out of this shi##y situation.
He tried to push the cloth covering his cage to look around, but his luck betrayed him once more.
A voice entered his ears, tearing the covering of cloth filled with creepy happiness:
"Ho ho, my goose has woken up. You are truly exceptional. To think you would wake up even though the dose of tranquilizer was enough to keep a normal human unconscious for more than three days, but here you are, jumping like a healthy goose in just one day."
contrary to the masked man's expectation of a reply filled with anger or pleas to let him go.
Kevin replied with a calm voice, "I don't know who you are, but I hope that you keep yourself safe and wait for me because I will come for you to take your head."
Kevin's voice was so calm that it chilled the masked man's heart, but instead of fear, he felt excited and relieved that Kevin had not seen his face; otherwise, who knows if this crazy man's hand would truly reach his neck?
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha, I will wait for you." Kevin received his reply.
"That's it; this is what I need to get my promotion. A subject like him is much more useful for them compared to a coward," the masked man thought with a wide smile covered beneath his mask.
"Now go to sleep."
The sound of gas leaking began to ring in Kevin's ear.
He understood what this man was trying to do, but he could do nothing except cover his face with his gown that could only slow down the effect of the gas.
Just as both Kevin and the masked man were waiting for the gas to do its work, a voice resounded in both of their ears.
"KEVIN, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, BITCH?"
"KEVIN, ANSWER ME!"
Kevin recognizes this voice very well.
A smile appeared on his face on its own. He does not care how his friend has appeared here or how he was able to scream so loudly that his voice is passing through this metallic vehicle. The only thing that matters is that his brother-like friend is here for him.
8 hours after Kevin's kidnapping: Morning Time
Ring~ ring~ ring~ ring~
Anora woke up due to the constant ringing of her smartphone, her body still sore from the previous night's activities.
"F#ck, who's calling me so early?" Anora groaned.
She glanced at still-sleeping David, who was more exhausted than her due to all the hard work; a smile appeared on her face unconsciously before it became a cold look at the still-ringing phone on the side table.
The mattress slipped off her curves as she moved toward the table to pick up her smartphone. Looking at the name flickering on the screen, her brows furrowed.
It's her butler, calling with the official family number.
Her mind began to spin, thinking about any possible problem that may have appeared due to her sudden marriage, even though she knew that her father must have already known about it, considering the fact that no problem reached their door till now.
She picked up the call. "speak"
Her one word was enough.
"Young miss, there is a problem."
Anora rolled her eyes. "Of course, what else could it be?" she thought.
"Tell me what my father ordered, or are we in any danger right now?" She asked while picking up a glass filled with dark red wine to soothe her throat that had gone hoarse.
"Young miss, it's not about other families or family head order."
"Then what?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"It's about Kevin."
"What happened to Kevin?" She asked with a slightly raised voice; for some reason, she did not have a good feeling about what was coming.
"young miss According to our intel, it appears that Kevin Ashcroft has been kidnapped by that shady organization."
"F#ck!" The glass of wine slipped from her hand, painting the clear floor crimson.
just as she was struggling to conclude how she would tell David about it.
"What happened, my love?" A voice entered her ear from behind her; before she could reply, two arms took her in their embrace along with a soft touch of lips that kissed her shoulder.
Again a whisper entered her ear, just enough to not reach the smartphone.
"Don't tell me your father kicked you out of the family," David joked, trying to lift her mood.
She turned toward him after cutting the ongoing call.
"David, you have to stay calm before I tell you something very important."
"What happened?" David also became serious, looking at his wife's serious expression.
Anora took a deep breath before she spoke, "Kevin, have—"
David interrupted her mid-sentence. He gripped both her shoulders, his voice turned cold, and he asked, "What happened to Kevin?"
"Kidnapped"
"Kidnapped?" David's hands shook due to anger.
Anora just nodded her head.
"Who did this?"
"We don't know much about them; all we know is that this organization kidnaps normal humans and works in the darkness. We never gave them much importance because they always kept their distance from every matter that involved families."
"So you know nothing about them? I mean completely nothing." David asked again.
"All we know is that they transport kidnapped humans to different countries. As for their purpose, we don't have much intel about it; when a family member tried to investigate this matter, they burned the whole container along with all the humans inside it."
"I will help him, Anora; he is like a brother to me."
"I will ask my father for help," Anora said.
"Who did this?"
"Midnight Cartel"