Professional Heir

Chapter 33

Kimberly.

You'd think my mind would be flooded with a hundred different thoughts. A million plans. A billion cries. But there was nothing. I was out in the middle of the night searching for my children as if someone had come in off the street and pinched them from their home. As if it wasn't more than obvious who had done such a thing.

I wasn't alone, Elijah had caught up with me. I'm aware of how unrealistic I was being, thinking I would find my children this way, but I had to try. Back home I was useless. Cole had the whole team tracking city cameras, and Scott's team were raiding buildings we knew belonged to Lorenzo. What could I do? According to Robert; Nothing. He said I should just try my hardest to relax.

I barged past him, got my warmest clothes on and geared up. I wasn't exactly sure of my path. The closest thing I had to a plan was hoping I'd find an EL1 number plate out at midnight.

I had already been out for over an hour and nothing.

I don't know what I was expecting.

I want to blame Lorenzo, but I couldn't. Who could I blame except myself?

Robert and I left our children in our - at-the-time - unsafe home all alone. What sort of parent does that? We weren't thinking. I was disgusted with ourselves, I couldn't even properly look at Robert.

Why did he have to follow me?

Of course he would. He always did.

Elijah and I walked in silence. I think even he was slightly shaken up.

This had all gone too far. With every second I could feel my insides rotting with hatred. I was becoming a cruel person. I was horrible towards Savannah, I'm a twat towards Cole. Ever since having Ari my focus had been on the kids and it was ruining me, yet it wasn't enough to keep them safe.

I was selfish enough to blame Robert. I hated him at this moment. I loved him and hated him all at the same time. If I had never met him I wouldn't be dealing with any of this crap. I'd be a happy housewife with gorgeous little kids and a husband that had a normal job. I'd still be living near my family, maybe I'd be lucky enough to own the home we lived in. Not in the way I do now. Not having everything so easily at my fingertips. My husband would be working his ass off, and I would forever be tangled up in the constant cycle of shitty nappies, crying and spit-up until they got older and a whole new wave of issues arose. We'd have almost no time to speak to each other. We'd begin to forget every little detail of our other half's life. I'd cry myself to sleep every night with the feeling my husband didn't love me, with the sounds of my kids telling me they hated me because we couldn't afford to buy them the newest gaming console that their school friends have. They wouldn't get to go to any college that they wanted and have every hobby they were ever interested in ready-funded. I'd feel all alone in a house that never appreciated me with a man that could never make me feel the same as Robert ever has... but we'd be alive, and alive is more than I could say for my babies at this point in time.

The flash of headlights dragged me from my wild thoughts.

And finally, I found what I was looking for.

My fingers tingled with excitement.

Without a second of consideration, I reached for my gun and shot at the car's back left tire just as it passed, quickly going for the right.

He of course pulled to a stop and was quick to get out of his car and began yelling his head off at how ridiculous we were. It seemed to be only the one guy in the car. He made a beeline for Elijah.

Elijah didn't amuse him for even a single second. Gripping the man by the throat, he kicked at his legs, span him around and grabbed him by his wrists, pinning him to the hood of his very own car. "Thank you."