Forced love

Chapter forty

Chapter forty.
Kathrine's pov:

I park the van in my old houses garage, under the house itself. My nerves have yet to kick in. It's weird how I haven't gotten cold feet yet.

Silas is literally laying in a casket in the back of my truck right now playing dead. He's heavily armed in case we hit any complications in our plan.

The plan is originally for me to go in alone, get my father and go back to the car where Silas will have his finger on the trigger. I will have a knife ready incase he misses or something goes wrong.

This should be easy really. If everything goes as planned that is. But I'm not so stupid as to think that it will go this smoothly. Therefore we have to be prepared for the worse.

I shut the car door behind me and walk towards the entrance where a guard is standing. I remember him from my past nineteen years in this house. It's a shame what I'll have to do to him.

His face is blank as I approach. I put on a sly smile and stop in front of him. "My father is expecting me." It stings to call him father now. I don't ever want to have to call him that again.

"Please remove all weapons from your body before entering." He says flatly as if it's a rehearsed line. He's standing tall, dressed in all black. Were it not for my boldness right now and lack of patience I'd find him intimidating.

"Oh, really?" I speak in a playful tone. Reaching out a hand I grab his also black tie and swirl in around in my hand. He clears his throat, clearly uncomfortable and straightens up.

"Orders form your father, Miss." The cameras are frozen for a short period of time. I fixed that before we came here. It's a good thing to have friends who can hack.

I open my coat and hand him a gun without bullets, and another, and two more after that. "Mrs." I correct him.

His hands are full when I pull out a knife in one hand and a needle in the other. I draw his attention to the knife debating where to put it. "Your hands seem a bit full. Let me just—" I carefully lifts the knife to put it in his pocket, and use the other hand to plant the needle in his neck.

He gasps and drops three guns to the floor and pulls the trigger of one. If it had any bullets I would have one in between my eyebrows right now. I can't help but smile at his failed attempt.

His eyelids begin to flutter closed as he glances wildly between me and the gun in his hand. He's about to grab a phone from one of his pockets, but it falls to the floor and soon so does he.

I nudge him with the tip of my heel to check is he's fully unconscious. Then I try to drag him by the arms, but realize it's much more of a struggle than I'd thought. "Fuck, you're heavy big guy." I curse debating where to put him.

I decide to drag him behind the nearest truck and it takes me a few minutes to get him there. He's one heavy body of muscles.

When I've managed to get him all hidden I straighten my dress and drag in a deep breath. He'll be out for a few hours, hopefully that's enough time. It should be plenty of time if this all goes as planned.

I grab the keycard from his pocket and head towards the door. One swipe and I'm in. The familiarity of the halls I'm met by hits me. The basement.

I walk through the halls and pass familiar rooms. Rooms I've been locked up in, starved in and hit in. All by a man who turns out to be nothing to me. I'm proud I no longer have to call him my father.

I walk up a broad staircase and enter another door with help from the keycard. I'm met by another hallway, but at the end of this one I'll find Barons office.