Finding Forgiveness

I handed him the phone as Rosa took my hand.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Martinez, this is Antonio Loren,” he began. “You should know that you are well out of your depth. This pack and my son are not things that anyone with any sense should fuck around with. Take your men and go home before someone gets killed.”

“Too late for that,” Andrea replied. “You see, I called the Alpha just a few minutes ago and he gave me his mate’s number.”

“Why would he do that?” Antonio demanded.

“He wanted me to give you a warning just in case six of his children were out playing alone in the woods or something.”

My eyes snapped up and within seconds I was on my feet, adrenaline surging through my veins. My head spun and the sounds of the sounds of the kids’ laughter from the woods echoed in my mind.

Luca and Antonio both followed me, probably sharing the same churning sensation in their stomachs.

I sprinting out the door, to the end of the drive and entered the woods. Despite the fading light, I spotted them amongst to tall trees immediately.

1, 2, 3… 4… 5.

“Where’s Cato!?” I screamed. “Silas, Mathias! Where is he?!”

“We were playing hide and seek but we haven’t found him yet,” Silas replied, innocent of the danger they were in. Antonio and Rosa had now joined us.

“Children, come back inside with me,” Rosa said lifting Lili up. “Now.”

I raced further into the forest calling and calling for Cato. Praying and praying that he’s just good at hide and seek.

Just as Rosa reached the edge of the forest, we heard a scream. A childlike, high pitched wail.

And then the sound of a car engine.

“Cato!” I howled sprinting in the direction of the sounds.

I soon reached another road. The leaves blown by the vehicle had not yet settled and the growl of the engine was still deafening.

A few seconds later, another car zoomed past. My car with Luca in it.

My heart thudded against my ribcage as I fumbled with my phone, desperately looking for Blair’s number.

“Close the borders,” I ordered the second he picked up.

“What? why?” he questioned.

“Leo’s been arrested and Cato’s been kidnapped. Whoever has him, can’t be allowed off territory,” I explained quickly. “I’ll explain everything later but please just make sure it is done. And as fast as you can.”

“Okay. I’ll prepare the army too,” he replied in a typically Blair calm tone, before hanging up.

How the fuck is he calm?

A few seconds later, Antonio was stood beside me.

“They have my son,” I whispered. “My baby. He’s only seven years old. How could they be so cruel?”

Antonio didn’t say anything.

“Why am I just standing here?” I asked myself taking a step in the direction of the cars.

“Are you insane?” Antonio said finally speaking up as he grabbed my wrist. “This man wants you, yes?”

I nodded.

“Then don’t fall into their trap and go somewhere safe. Luca, Blair and I will deal with this,” he replied. “The last thing we need is a kidnapped Luna… again.”

“Antonio, they have my son,” I said choking on my tears. “My son.”

“And we will get him back,” he replied. “You know that Leo wouldn’t want you in any more danger.”

“And you know that is not a good enough reason to stand back whilst my son gets kidnapped,” I snapped.? “I’m not just going to let the ‘men’ deal with it!”

“Fine,” he said with a sigh, knowing he wasn’t going to win this. “Go to the police station and report it to the officers and then tell Leo.”

I nodded, “Okay.”

That I will do.

Since Luca was in mine, I took Rosa’s car up to the town and marched into the police station and straight to the front desk.

“My son has been kidnapped,” I announced to the bored looking police officer at the desk.

She suddenly sat up straight and alert.

“What is his name? Age? Description?” she asked typing something on the computer.

“Cato Loren. He’s seven years old, blue eyes, blonde scruffy hair, he’s wearing a red t-shirt and denim shorts… umm white, kinda muddy, trainers…” I replied frantically as she typed.

“And what makes you think he was kidnapped?”

“He was playing in the woods and I heard a scream and then the engine of a car drive fast away,” I said. “I also had a phone call.”

“Which direction did the car go?” she asked.

“South. Possibly to Mexico.”

She looked up at me with a confused look.

“Cops are already being deployed but what makes you think they are going to Mexico? Do you know who has taken him, Miss? And who was the phone call from?”

“You are currently holding my husband because he’s been accused of abducting me, involvement in drug trafficking and attempting to murder a man called, Andrea Martinez. I believe it is him or someone working for him.”

“Okay…” she said typing some more. “We will alert Mexican border control and Canadian border control just in case. Do you have any more details? Did you see the car? Anyone in it?”

“No. Can I speak to my husband?” I asked tapping my fingers on the desk.

“Just hold one second,” she said picking up the phone and dialling a number.

“Leonardo Loren’s wife is here wanting to speak to him concerning a possible abduction of their son,” she said down the line before. “Yes, I’ve sent out officers.”

She then put the phone down and pointed to a door.

“Go through there, third door on your right,” she said. “We wouldn’t normally allow visitors considering the severity of his allegations but under these circumstances, the sheriff has been kind.”