Kidnapped By a Hot Guy

*Chapter Fifteen* ~50/50~

*Chapter Fifteen.*  ~50/50~

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Daniel asked, stepping in front of me as we walked up to the front gates of what looked like a white picket fence house. Everything seemed normal around here, what did I expect to find out at Tony’s childhood house?

“Careful Daniel” I commented “You don’t want to sound like you care.”

He raised his eyebrows at me but then moved out the way “Your funeral.”

We walked up and I rang the doorbell. I waited therefore less than 30 seconds when Daniel turned to walk away “Well looks like no one’s home. Let’s go.”

I grabbed his arm “What? Why are you trying to avoid this?”

He shrugged me off him “I am not trying to avoid anything.”

“Yes you are” I replied coming into realisation. “The bar, the hotel, everything was you trying to stall. Why?”

He sighed, he was about to open his mouth when someone opened the door. I turned towards the elderly woman.

“Can I help you?” She asked in a frail voice.

“Aria, seriously, let’s go.” Daniel said, grabbing onto my arm. I pulled my arm away from him.

“Hi” I greeted her “I am sorry to disturb you but you wouldn’t happen to know a Toby Raven by any chance?”

She raised her eyebrows in shock slightly “I haven’t heard that name in years now. Is he okay?”

I nodded “Yeah, he is. I was wondering if you had any information about him.”

Her face straightened, she put her hands on the door and tried to slam it closed, I wedged my hand in-between stopping her.

“I just want some information.” I commented.

“There is nothing for you here. Come back with a warrant.” She said.

I shook my head “We aren’t police.”

“Who are you then?” She asked, letting go of the door.

“I’m his daughter.” I replied.

Daniel sat beside me on a sofa in the large front room. She sat opposite us “I wondered when you would come to ask questions about your father.”

I smiled at her “I just want to know more about him.” I looked around; the place was covered in pictures.

“I’ll go put the kettle on then” She said, she slowly got up and dragged herself to the kitchen. I got up and looked at the pictures in the photo frames. There was a picture of a younger boy, who resembled Tony, another boy who looked only slightly younger stood next to him.

“That is your uncle” The woman said walking back in, observing me looking at the pictures. “My son” She added. I placed the frame down and looked at her “You’re my grandmother?”

She shook her head “Not exactly.”

I looked at her confused as she carried on “I worked for your grandfather for a couple of years. I became pregnant with my first and only child, a beautiful boy. Your grandfather was a reckless man; he had an affair with the housemaid.”

“He cheated on you?” I questioned.

She lowered her head in shame “He cheated with me. I loved him so much, he was an amazing man, and he had his faults. But then he left his wife for me, she left her son with us too. So we had two little boys, I loved both of them equally with all my heart… but your grandfather didn’t trust either one of them. In his will, he left everything, all his millions to –“