Your Savage Son-in-law Is Back!

8. Kidnapped

Chapter Eight – Kidnapped

The environment was pitch black and low police sirens could be heard. Dominic slowly moved his head but a sharp ache made him put it down.

 Where was he taken to? He remembered the accident and then being taken out from the car.

The men in black suits left Lucas in the car and it worried him because he didn’t know what injury Lucas had sustained. 

 Light pierced into his eyes, interrupting his thoughts. “Oh, you’re awake now?” a familiar voice said, followed by a snicker.

 Dominic tried to work his brain to identify the voice. He couldn’t see the person’s face clearly. 

 “I almost had PTSD when I heard you awoke. You are supposed to be dead, how did you live?” the man sighed.

 He was supposed to be dead? It made Dominic wonder if the accident that happened was more fatal than he thought.

 “Where’s Lucas? If you want just me, then leave him alone.”

 “He’s still a Thales, you know. But yes, I’m not interested in killing him. Don’t worry.” The man replied.

 Killing? Dominic inhaled. Would he be killed? 

The man hung the torchlight on a wire, making his face visible, he had a smug grin. “This time, you wouldn’t wake up.”

 Hot rage ran through Dominic’s spine as he saw the face of his kidnapper. “Bethel! You scum!”

 He always hated him – the eldest son of the Allen’s family – except he had been disowned.

 “No, you are the scum. Did you think you would be accepted into my family because you married my sister?” Bethel guffawed. “How ignorant!”

Dominic seethed. The fool didn’t know how much he didn’t want to be part of his family anymore. “Let me go! You don’t have a powerful family to save you if I...”

 “And you think you do?” Bethel asked back. “You have high hopes for the Thales Empire?”

 The mocking tone in which he spoke with made Dominic hurt. Thales Empire will rise again. 

“I swear. I’m back now and there only have to be one Billionaire Empire around here. It will be Thales Empire, as it once was.”

 Bethel’s eyes on him darkened. “You are aware that many people will try to kill you. I’m not the only one who want you dead.”

 His words confused Dominic. Wasn’t he about to kill him? “I’m aware I have enemies…”

 “Good.” Bethel interrupted, bringing out a knife. “So let’s make a deal.”

 Dominic was aware Bethel was deranged, he had been since his family disowned him and handed all rights to the Allens’ assets to Brielle.

 He once pitied him for being rejected by his family but on seeing his offences; multiple cases of rape and assault on his girlfriends, which was shoved under the carpet, Dominic just despised him.

 He despised him more after Bethel had hit Brielle during one of their sibling squabbles. That was the last day he saw him, until now.

 “I won’t help you get revenge on your family or help you financially.” He said before Bethel could speak.

 Bethel’s eyebrows raised. “You took the words out of my mouth. How could you tell I wanted revenge?”

 “Because you aren’t the only one. Your family wronged me too. On the other hand, you’re a scum I don’t want to assist.” Dominic spat.

 Bethel laughed, playing with the knife in his hands. “I could kill you now and end your short reign but I’m a bit selfish. I really want revenge.”

 “Then exact it yourself.” Dominic replied, low-key struggling to untie himself. “I will not help.”

 The door, behind Dominic, slowly opened and a young boy sluggishly walked in. Bethel went to the boy before he came closer.

 It was hard for Dominic to turn behind him but he caught a glimpse of a silhouette. Bethel carrying the boy on him and sending him back.

 Was that his son? Dominic smirked.

 On closer look, the apartment he was in looked like a torture room. A really big one. How was Bethel, a rejected nobody, able to afford all that?

 Bethel returned. “Sorry for the intrusion…”

 “Your son?” Dominic enquired.

 Bethel stopped walking. “You saw who it was?”

 “How did you survive after being left for dead by your family? As someone on my way to rising, I might need tips.” He said mockingly.

 Surely, whatever he did to achieve all these cost him an arm and a leg. And he clearly wasn’t satisfied. “Did you join a mafia or what…?”

 “I own the mafia.” Bethel interrupted, he came in front of Dominic who had a horrid but suspicious look. “And that reminds me, our deal.”

 “The one I don’t really have a choice to accept or I die, right?” Dominic sighed.

 “Yes,” Bethel took down the torch on the wire and switched on a socket. Red lights illuminated the room giving it an eerie and dangerous vibe.

 “You have three people who want your name on their kill list. My gang was contacted for that sole purpose but we can make changes.”

Three people wanted him dead? Possibly CEOs.

Dominic smirked. “Just three? That’s lower than expected. Four years was enough to find another dirty hobby to do, I’m happy for you.”

 His last sentence was ignored. “Yes, and those three people have already paid in good money for your head. I can guess they fear your success.”

 “As they should. I have the Thales' blood and the Duncan's. Any CEO who offended me would be stupid not to fear me.” Dominic said.

 Bethel nodded. “Hence, I wouldn’t be killing you. I hate you, I really do. But I’d gain nothing if you die.”

 “The fat checks you’d get wouldn’t be something. I’m sure you’d be popular in the dark world for killing me.”

 Bethel shot him daggers from his eyes, it reminded Dominic of when Brielle had done the same. He became quiet.

 “I don’t know if you want to die or you're just being overconfident, but your life is really in my hands now. Yours and that Lucas.”

 On hearing Lucas, Dominic frowned.

 “Allen Family is amongst the three who want you dead.” Bethel paused. “Again.” 

 Again? “What do you mean?” Dominic wasn’t stunned Allen family wanted him dead, he’d be hurt to know but at the point, he had given up. But what did 'again' mean?