Calista Archer
Calista Archer
Calista Archer
Goddamn it Fuckkkk!!! Closing the social media, I slammed my case in the mattress. I'm loosing my fucking mind now. I can't see even a single fucking word about her on social media, no news, nothing and it's cause of Vincent Archer— Our dad. The bastard cares more for his image than his first daughter and my elder sister— Calista. Don't take me wrong, I love my dad but for keeping it secret? No! He made sure no news to pop up on socials and handled everything himself. Otherwise his multi-millionaire image would be strained, right? My skin crawled after thinking about the possibilities of where and how my sister would be.
Cali's been MIA for almost 3 days now. I haven't heard a single word from my father for last 24 hours. He already told me he's doing everything possible or anything deemed necessary, to bring her back home. This is too much to bear now. First Mom and now Cali? We already lost our mom when we were kids, me—4! and Cali—7! As per dad, one day she packed her bags and left without a single word. But for some reason, I don't believe him. I mean, why would she leave us? Him? There was no reason. They had a love marriage and according to my dad, they were madly in love. Not to mention, my dad's wealth— he's a multi-millionaire owning various companies. He's filthy rich but still not the richest in the town. He's #2 and I have seen that fire in my father to snatch the title of "The Richest Freak in Texas" from THE ADAMS and lead the chartboard. Whatever, that's not important right now, my sister is! I can't lose her, I won't lose her!
I crawled off the bed, yanked on my feet, making my way towards my closet. I'm not gonna stay in my room anymore. Dad asked me to stay in the villa— basically house arrest, you know. He didn't want me to end up like Cali, getting kidnapped or God knows what happened with her. Last time I saw her in my dad's office when I was ascending the staircase, on my way to my room after the exhausting girl's night! It was around 11 p.m. and I didn't even bother to say them "Hii", again, too exhausted and tired. But now I wish I could have stopped by, screw it! The next morning, I woke up around 11 in the morning and by then, She was not here! Dad told me she went on a date with her boyfriend and I still can't believe she told dad about him? I mean we are business rivals, as per dad's words, and dad would have allowed her dating anyone, even a beggar but him. But perhaps she just told him, she's dating someone and that someone could be anyone, anyone except THE ADAMS. And till now, she didn't return and I'm here, locked in the damn villa, just waiting for her to appear and say "Boo, it was a prank" so I can spank her ass and say fuck off! But I know, it won't be happening, This isn't a mere sick prank. We had pulled pranks but a serious one like this? Never! We both never carried this too far but this time is different. I wish I had her boyfriend's mobile number right now. Does he even know she's been MIA? Is he even making any attempt to find her? God knows! They started dating only a week ago but one day's girlfriend is also a girlfriend and she was a week's. Maybe he is looking for her too. But I can't ask Dad to arrange his contact number, ofcourse "THE ADAMS" is the word which my father hates the most and Matteo Adams fall in the category. But now I won't hold back. I want fucking updates and if dad isn't having any, I'll go tell him fuck off! and step in battle field myself.
Grabbing my oversized t-shirt and sweatpants, I shoved them over my naked form, ready to go to my dad's office on the first floor, not even bothering to wear a bra, I love oversized clothes for this reason. I grabbed the door knob and opened it. I was about to step out but the sound of gun fire made me stop in my way. What's happening? Panic surrounded me making my heart beat faster than a damn bullet train. I walked towards my balcony, the one in my room on second floor which gives me full view of the lawn in the front, the direction I heard fire from. Looking down, my heart stopped beating for a second at what I witnessed. WTF?
My dad's on his knees with his hand above his head. Three men standing in front of him, dressed in black pants, black hood and black combat shoes and they are wearing masks? The guy in the center, taller than other two, looking like 6 feet 3 or perhaps 4, is pointing a gun at dad's head, fingers circling the trigger, ready to shoot but looking every bit calm with his one hand shoved in his pants pocket. Can a criminal look this hot? Fuck you Aralyn Archer! Kicking my thoughts aside I wondered where the fuck guards are? Perhaps my dad sent them to my sister's search operation? God knows! Vincent Archer is that kind of guy who thinks he's the lord and runs the fucking world and no one can touch him. Situation speaks otherwise!
I stopped breathing when the central guy looked in my direction. I can't see his eyes cause of hood but I can feel his eyes on me. He's wearing black mask with white claw marks on left side. The one in the left is wearing grey mask with silver claw marks and the guy in the right, is wearing White mask with black claw marks. They are facing me with my dad on knees in front of them. Black mask guy tossed his gun to silver guy and stepped towards me, across my dad, meanwhile the other two are still in front of my dad, keeping him in place with the gun. My breath hitched when he took two more steps forward and removed his mask, for me to see his face. The set of Hazel eyes staring in mine. I gulped. It's him!
The youngest son of THE ADAMS. He's here! Damian Adams is here. But why? Will he shoot my father and take my last family member away too? Cold sweat started forming and I took shallow breaths. The Smug look on his face tells me, he knows what I'm thinking!
He gave me a smirk and turned around to face his team-mates. Without a single word, they left, leaving my dad alone in the lawn. Why were they here? To put a mere show? I doubt that.
Damian Adams is known for his cold and ruthless behaviour! Even his elder brother would have 0.1% hesitation before killing someone, but Damian? He would kill an innocent without second thought! This is something I heard about him from some of my friends and my best friend— Elli, short for Elliot Scott. Her brother is friends with Damian. Best friend I would say. And Wren Scott is no innocent, he is as cold and tough as his two bestfriends— Damian Adams and Axel William. That's their trio and I prefer to call them "Icebergs", the word that suits them a lot.
Coming inside my room, I crawled under the sheets and realisation hit me! It was them, it means the other two guys were Wren and Axel. So my bsf's brother was holding gun at my father's head? Or maybe it was Axel? Doesn't matter. So perhaps I should call and ask Elli about this? But I doubt she knows anything. Her brother is loyal to his friends and that's why they make one of the best trio.
I'll call her later. Goddd!!! What's happening? I don't know shit! And what's with that smirk on his face? Does that mean something? God knows! I'm feeling restless and now it is added to my questionnaire. Dad, I'm coming and either you give me the answers or I'll screw this house arrest!