Her Little Helper

Chapter 28

*Dina's POV*

What the fuck even was today? One moment, we were all together having a nice lunch with Erin and Molly. Then the next, Savannah is being forced out of our home by two thugs and their boss. Needless to say, it was a lot to take. 

What didn't help was the text that I received just moments after the front door slammed shut after Savannah's departure.

"If you follow us, you'll never see her again."

I had assumed it was from Samuel. I never liked that guy, but I didn't think he had this in him. To threaten the life is his former little just to kidnap Savannah. How insane does a person have to be to do that?

I didn't know what to do. Receiving that message stopped me in my tracks as I was about to chase after them. I want Savannah back more than anything but if following her captors would put her in further danger, I didn't want to risk it. Not yet. 

Abigail has been clung onto me ever since her Mama was taken, nestling her tearful face into my chest every few minutes. Having my partner abducted was hard enough for me to take, but seeing how hard it was hitting Abigail made it all the more difficult. There were many times today that we cried together, unsure of what to do with all of the feelings we were experiencing. 

The apartment was silent that night as Abigail and I climbed into bed. Erin had volunteered to take Molly home with her, an offer which the girl eagerly accepted. It made sense that she was no longer comfortable staying here. That left Abigail and I in the now barren-feeling home. 

Not wanting to be alone, I tucked Abigail into Savannah an I's bed before I climbed in the other side. However, she didn't stay put long before she climbed onto my chest, pulling my shirt down with teary whines. The events of the day had pushed Abigail into her baby headspace, making it impossible for her to communicate with her words. 

Lifting my shirt off and unclipping my bra, I exhaled as Abigail latched on, drinking the milk that flowed out with a desperate rhythm. Being able to nurse my baby girl, I was able to lay back and settle down a bit. Though I still felt the tightness of anxiety in my chest. 

Abigail's suckles were the only noises that filled the room as we laid in bed, her little head cradled in my arms. The dark near-silence, however, was interrupted by the screen of my phone lighting up with a sharp vibration on the bedside nightstand. My surprise must have made me jump slightly as Abigail grunted, clearly not happy being so rudely interfered with. 

Settling her down back into her rhythm, I picked up my phone and looked at the message on the screen. It was from I number I didn't have in my contacts, and one that was different from the number that had texted me earlier in the day after Savannah was taken. 

It said: 

"Dina. Savannah is safe. She is at Samuel's house in the city. He has her locked in the nursery but she is unharmed. I have a plan to get her out of here but I don't know if it will work."

I looked at the text with an angered perplexity. The thought of having Savannah being held prisoner by Samuel boiled my blood to no end. Wrathful tears clouded my vision before I blinked them away, wanting to respond as soon as I could. 

"Who are you? Why are you helping us?" I replied to the message.

"I go by Edwards. I work for Samuel. I was there at the apartment today. He made me restrain Molly, a girl I was once charged to protect." 

"Yeah I could see that from the fact that he fucking kidnapped my girlfriend. Why the fuck should I trust you? You helped take Savannah away from Abigail and I."  I asked, my breath speeding up with growing ferocity. 

"You think I can just disobey him? Going against Samuel would have ruined my life, my family's life." The man responded.

"So why are you going against him now?" I asked, skeptical of the man's intentions.

"He's not the man he used to be. He's completely lost it. I signed up to be his guard and Molly's guard, not his personal minion to do his bidding." 

I still wasn't sure what to think.

"What do we do about him? How do I get Savannah back?" I asked with furious desperation, feeling a tad bit grateful to have some amount of eyes and ears on my love. 

"It's going to take time. And it's going to take a lot of cooperation from all of you, especially Savannah."

I furrowed my eyebrows at the message.

"Well, what is it?" I asked.

"Give Savannah a few weeks to play the part and convince Samuel that she really is his little. He's lost enough of his marbles that he would be open for a 'play date' with you and Abigail if he truly believed Savannah."

My heart raced with fury at his idea. Savannah is not a little. Far from it. And she would be the first to admit it. I reread the message over and over a few more times, hoping that I misread it and that she wouldn't have to be trapped there for weeks. But with that elapsed time, a new message popped up from Edwards. 

"I know it's fucked up, Dina. This whole thing is fucked up. That's why I'm helping you. But as far as I can see, this is the only way to make it work. Play into Samuel's fantasy world, get close to him, then we strike and take the fucker down for good."

"Why can't you just fucking kill him and get her out of there? You could easily overpower that shitbag of a guy." I remembered Edwards from earlier today, recalling his height and clear muscularity. The guy looked like he good through Samuel across the room if he wanted to. 

"He has a lot of people who are loyal to him. Dangerous people. People who will hunt me and my family down if I so much as harm a hair on his head. I can't do it myself, but I'll help you take him down as much as I can." He explained.

"So I just have to put my family in harms way in order to get her back, is that it?" I asked, pissed that he would bring up such a dangerous idea.

"Savannah has a lot more resources at her disposal than I do. I'm just a security guard, she's a wealthy tech mogul. You and Abigail are much safer taking him down than I am. It's just about getting you close enough to him to get the job done." 

"Fair point." I admitted reluctantly.

"So we'll go ahead with the plan?" He asked.

"I don't see any other options. So, yes, keep me updated." I replied. 

After Savannah was taken, I felt any and all hope leave my body. But for the first time since then, a glimmer of hope, as small as it was, had ignited within me. As Abigail nursed at my chest, unaware of the enlightening conversation I had just had over text, I laid my head back on the headboard with a deep breath. 

After a moment's contemplation about that conversation, I looked down at my little one, brushing the hair out of her sleepy face with gentle fingers. I smiled at her drooping eyes as she struggled to fight off sleep.

"We're gonna get Mama back, baby girl. I pinky promise."