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Captive

" How do you know that? Its not true. My parents love me." I said defending my parents.

"By pushing you aside to do their job for the greater good?"

"How do you know so much shit about my mom and dad?"

"I know everything about your parents, they took my family away from me and left me alone. I've put spies on you when I found out Rivera had a child and saw how they left you alone most of the time. So I'm taking away the thing every parent loves the most, their child. I would kill to have my parents. It hurts that they get to live a perfect life after killing my mom, such a sweet innocent soul while sending my dad to prison for a crime he didn't even commit. I've stayed hurting for all these years, all alone."

"My mom would never kill anyone innocent, she's a good cop. But I'm telling you my family will find you and they will bring the entire NYPD to where ever we are."

"If you say so. I'm just surprised you don't have the anger issues the run in your family and your reaction to being kidnapped is completely... weird."

"Well there's nothing to worry about when I know I'll be found in a few hours, your took me in a open place dumbass theres obviously some camera that caught the liscense plate of the car and my mom will trace it here.

"Your too optimistic Flora, right?

"Yeah thats what they all say . By the way I have questions for you."

"Ok, follow me." He stood up opened the door and walked toward the hall. It was really something out of a book, the walls were dark wood and had gold frames with portraits of people. The floor had a velvet carpet with gold lining, there was marble vases spaced out with white roses and black-eyed Susans. I felt like I was in a midivli castle. It would have been awesome if I wasn't kidnapped by some dude holding a grudge against my mom. We entered a room, his study I believe. He sat on the dark wood desk and I being the most childish person in a situation like this sat in a couch that looked like one of those chairs that you'd see in a therapist rooms in movies. It was the most comfortable shit ever to be honest.

"So you have questions?" The guy asked.

"For starters what the hell is your name?"

"Asim Del Rey. The youngest out of my two sister, Kamaria was the eldest and was Naima the middle child."

"Where are we?"

"In one of my father's safe houses, that's all I can tell you."

"Are you going to kill me"

"No, I am not that type of person. Even though I do want your parents to know my pain I'll never take the life of a living being, much less a child."

"Wait you said Kamaria and Naima were the eldest, what happened to them?"

"Kamaria had cancer and died a few months before mom died and Naima committed suicide after dad was arrested. She was crushed that her sister died and then the death of her mother and after that the arrest of her father, it crushed her and she couldn't take. Kamaria was 27 when she died, Naima was 21."

"I'm sorry for your lost. I didn't know you lost so much." I said putting my head down. I knew how he felt loosing so many people at once, but I didn't want to make it about me.

"Anymore questions?" Asim asked. I looked at him again. His brown eyes were rough and he looked so sad.

"Um... so am I going to be like your prisoner or something like that?"

"Your going to stay here as bait. I'll convince your parents to look at my father's case one more time and find evidence to show everyone that he isn't guilty."