Mine

Chapter 9

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Another update!

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~Kendall

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Have you ever been in a situation where you're not really sure what's going on? Chaos explodes and you lose track of time and events in the midst of all the madness.

Well then, welcome to the club.

Hearing those words: 'Where is my daughter' set a new fire to me. Was this masculine voice speaking about me, or someone else?

I couldn't deny that I was ecstatic to see my family. Although I barely remember them, I feel like I've known them my whole life. I missed them.

It was as though we had a special connection. We had a connection that could never be duplicated. We needed each other. If one of us falls, the rest of us fall with them.

Which brings me to my next thought, how did my family take it when I was kidnapped? I would assume that if they felt the way I felt about them, they would be devastated.

Guilt rang through my body in tidal waves. While I was out having a grand old time with Blaze and the pack, I had no idea how I was affecting my real, wonderful family. Of course, I had no way of knowing that I was really kidnapped yet, I couldn't help it. They were my family and I was taken out of their lives too easily and too quickly.

Just then, I came back to reality. Ricky was scooping his arms underneath me to pick me up.

What was he doing? I want to see my dad!

"No!" I said, jumping out of his holds and onto my feet. "I want to see him!"

"I don't think anybody's ready for that," Ricky said, hooking an arm around my waist, pulling me into him.

"Stop it!" I said struggling and squirming in his arms "I want to see him!"

The pressure of not being with my dad was crashing down on me in full force; as long as I could remember, I had no family. No one I could turn to for anything and everything. I wanted my daddy and hell; I was going to get him!

So, I did the only thing I knew would make Ricky let me go.

I pulled my arm forward and then elbowed him in his manhood with all of the strength I could muster up.

Ricky instantly let me go. Groaning, his large body fell to the flood with a loud 'thump'.

"I hope you didn't want babies, Samantha," I said, smirking.

Crossing her arms over her chest and rolling her eyes, she stayed put. That was odd... Wasn't she going to try and refrain me?

"You're letting me go?" I asked, confusion clearly showing on my face.

She just picked at her cubical, looking bored.

"Well, there's no way I'm getting you past the king now. He's livid and especially itching to see his child. He's not stopping for anything or anyone, especially me. There's a slim to nothing chance that I will get you out of here without your father seeing you first. Why try?" Samantha responded, frowning down at her perfectly manicured nails.