The Question of Him

psychopathy

Prince POV

Troy touches my shoulder, talking to me, but I don't hear him. My mind is on Phara and Amiyah.

I feel angry, scared and disappointed in myself. I should've went with them. They were right there and I just let them go. Pinching the bridge of my nose, Troy's grip tightens.

"Bruh, do you hear me? My friend at the bureau is taking the case. He's going to find them P."

I nod, still unable to show any other emotion. It feels unreal. Franco went between here and Paisley to look for Phara's car while I talked to Briana and Troy, but couldn't find it. He stopped at the gas stations along the way and called an hour ago saying she's on camera getting in the car with a man.

Phara is smart and realistic. She wouldn't have gotten in the car unless she was certain she had to. He must've had a gun. The thought of him pulling a gun on her just makes me even more angry.

Whatever it takes, I'll get them back. And then I'll spend as much money as I need to making sure Michael Grant never has the chance to do this again.

Phara POV

Amiyah got out of her seatbelt and sat on the armrest to hug me. I didn't need this to be any more traumatic than it already was, so I suck up my fear and try to act as normal as possible. "There's been a change of plans and now we have to go with Mr. Grant, okay? Prince is going to come get us soon."

"Mommy, I'm scared. Who is Mr. Grant?"

"He's someone I knew from a long time ago. Don't be scared babygirl, I'm right here. I won't leave you. Can you get back in your seatbelt for me?" Michael finished pumping the gas and I didn't want him saying anything to her. She nodded and sat down in her seat, buckling herself in. "Mommy loves you Amiyah, I'll never let anyone hurt you."

He opens the door as I turn in my seat. "It's really chilly out there. Lets turn the heat up, we don't want our little girl catching a cold, huh?" He chuckles, and turns on the car, putting the heat on full blast. I hold my tongue, knowing I had to appease him until we were out of this. I watch our surroundings as we pull out and turn left, away from Paisley Park.

"Sorry about the whole subpoena thing. I wouldn't want to take her away from you, y'know?"

"Then why do it?"

"I had to make sure the rumors were true. Then again, you've always had a thing for wealthy men. Your mother taught you that, huh?" His grin made my skin crawl. It took everything in me not to slap it off his face. "That ring looks mighty expensive. How much do you think he'll pay for you two?"

Of course this is about money. Whatever he has gotten himself into must be life or death because he's never done the dirty work himself. "Just tell me how much you want and I'll get it for you. We can end this now."

"Oh baby, I know you'll get it for me. I just need a little insurance to make sure nothing falls on me. I mean, you did get in the car willingly, didn't you?"

Michael winked at me and turned up the tape playing. It only made the churning of my stomach get worse. "If we all do our part, you'll be back to your Paisley Park by tomorrow."

Smiling faces, smiling faces, sometimes, yeah
They don't tell the truth
Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof
(Beware) beware of the handshake
That hides the snake (can you dig it, can you dig it?)

Prince POV

It took another hour for the FBI team to get here. Three set up at the house while the other two went to the gas station to watch the footage. Tessa had the children upstairs while Troy, Briana, Calvin and I sat with the agents and told them everything we knew about Michael.