“Loosen up man. I’m sure she’s fine.”
“I can’t. I need to make sure that my kids are okay.” I say pacing around the waiting room.
“Just the kids or them and their mother?” Michelle asks.
“I don't know a thing about her. That’s father’s fault,” I say looking down at my watch. “He picked the enemy.”
“Okay. Then why does she have your kids?” Leo asks.
“Don’t be dumb right now. You already know the answer.”
My name is Zander Lockwood. I’m eighteen and my father is the most fearful mafia.
Yeah. This might not be something new to all of you that read mafia stories, but there are many things in here. Something different.
Anyway, at age sixteen, my father forced me to marry the enemy. As you can see, we didn't get along, but I made her my toy and because of that, nine months ago, she announced that she was pregnant. Rules changed and yeah. Now fast forward to today.
Her water bag wasn't supposed to pop until two weeks, but she was dumb and got herself in trouble. She played with men that she wasn't supposed to and she got hurt. And as her husband, it was my job that she was okay, but right now, I don't give a damn if she is or not. The only thing that I care about is that my kids are.
“Mr. Lockwood, you can come in now.” the nurse said.
As Leo and Michelle, my brother and sister, follow her, I get a call from John, my brother.
“Hey. Let me call you back.”
“I don't think so. I think you're gonna want to hear this,” he said.
“Then talk.”
“Seven minutes ago, Zack went into the same hospital that she’s in. Thing is, my men, said that they saw them running out with your kids…”
There’s more to what he said, but my anger is at the top. I took out my gun, pointed it to the nurse, and walked into the room that she was supposed to be in.
“Where is she?”
“I don't know. She was in here.”
“Where are my kids,” I ask, trying to keep my cool.
“They should be in the nursery.”
“Take me there.”
Like before, we followed her to the nursery just to be put to a dead end. Every crib that I looked into doesn’t have my kids. The women took my kids.
Without saying anything, I walk out of the room, out of the hospital, and now into my car. There, I stare at the windshield.
“Are you-”
“Of course not, Michelle! That… Ugh! She took my kids!” I yell.
“Hey, Michelle was only asking,” Leo said. “So, get in the back and I’ll drive.”
That’s one thing that I don't like. Being told what to do. He may be my brother, but my siblings never tell me what to do.
“Leo, don't make me do something that I’ll regret,” I warn.
I need to find my kids and when I do, she’ll never see them again. I’ll make sure of that.
