Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Zeke’s POV

As the sky began to darken and golden streaks coloured the sky, I was dressed in all black attire, a tactical shirt, fitted pants, combat boots and a black jacket. I had on night vision goggles, a silenced pistol and a black utility knife. I adjusted my gloves and checked to ensure everything was perfect before stepping into the Manor Mansion.

Hours earlier, I sat in Kamille’s apartment, the faint glow of the early morning light filtering through the curtains. My mind raced with plans and strategies. I knew my kids had to be in the Manor Mansion and Zane’s interrogation with the foreign doctors was supposed to lead us right to where they were.

My phone rang and I went to pick it up. “Hello?” I said slowly in order not to distract Kamille or get her all riled up.

“Hello brother,” Zane said into the speaker. “I have information,” He began.

I anticipated the answer to his interrogation. I needed to be sure that my kids were in there and I would make sure that Ellen would regret ever crossing paths with me. “What did you find?” I asked.

“They are there,” He replied.

Hell yeah, they were! My suspicions just got confirmed and that suddenly gave me a blood rush and without haste, I desired to storm in and get my kids out.

“Where were they being held?” I asked with urgency.

“He said they entered through a secret elevator on the last floor. That is the most he knows,” Zane replied.

“Ready your men. We will infiltrate the premises tonight,” I instructed.

“Yes brother,” He replied and hung up.

I had to make a move fast. I looked over into the kitchen and Kamille was still inside, quietly squeezing out some orange juice. I walked back to the living room and made a call to Fletcher.

“Fletcher, has Zane reached out to you?” ,” I asked immediately about the call.

“Yes he has. I have notified the special ops with my old man. They will be in town before six pm,” He replied.

“Good,” I responded. “Send word to the police about the drug baron,” I instructed. “But only release all the information on Chris when they’ve agreed to send backups.”

“Understood,” Fletcher replied. “I’ll handle it.”

As I ended the call, I felt a presence behind me. Turning, I saw Kamille standing there, her eyes already watering with the glass of juice trembling in her hands.

Fuck! How long has she been there?

I hurried to her side and got the glass of juice and set it down on the table. “Are you alright?”

“Have you found them?” She asked, trying so hard to hold in the tears that were threatening to fall down her eyes.

“Yes, but we may have to get them out, forcefully,” I replied.

She nodded slowly. “Zeke, please come back safely,” she said, her voice trembling. “And come back with our kids.”

She fell into my arms, and I held her tightly. I could not wait to take away the pain that pricked her heart. With the kid’s return, I knew that smiles would return to Kamille’s face. But for now, I sort of how I could soothe her pain. And mine.

The only thing that came to mind was the next thing I did. I lifted her face slowly, gazed into her eyes and gradually my eyes fell on her plumb and beautiful lips. I brought my face down slowly to give her ample time to withdraw if she wanted to.

She didn’t.

Our lips met in a soulful blend. We stayed that way for a couple of minutes.

“I promise you, Kamille,” I whispered against her lips. “I will do everything to ensure I return with our kids in hand.”

She nodded and pulled back slightly. I got up and made my way to my car, parked outside her home. I got home and began preparing for now.

Walking down the Manor mansion, I was determined to leave this premises with my kids. As we approached the mansion, we went over the plan one last time. “Remember,” I said, my voice low and authoritative, “We’re here to find the kids. Any threat should be removed, otherwise, ignore.”

Fletcher nodded, his face set in determination. “And the countermeasure for Chris?” he asked.

“The police are our backup,” I replied. “They’ll move in once we have the kids and ensure Chris’s arrest,”

The mansion loomed ahead, a sprawling estate with high walls and security cameras. We parked a distance away, moving silently through the shadows towards our entry point. The night vision goggles clicked into place, the men each held electromagnetic profiling locators to help us detect the underground bunker.

We scaled the wall and landed silently in the garden. Moving swiftly and silently, we navigated the grounds, avoiding patrols and security cameras. The plan was to enter through a side door that Fletcher’s intel suggested was less guarded.

Inside, the mansion was quiet. We moved through the hallways, each step calculated and deliberate. Arriving in the living room, Esther Manor was in the company of her head housekeeper. She wanted to scream, but we immediately shut her up and she was taken outside with her housekeeper.

“Fletcher, any sign of the bunker?” I whispered into the comm.

“Not yet,” he replied. “We are approaching the last floor now.”

“Keep your eyes on the lookout for Ellen and her father, they need to be taken in just in case,” I instructed him.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

“Alright brother,” Fletcher replied.

I returned the comm into my pocket and moved quickly around the second floor. They had quite a number of elevators in their home and I was sure that they had a secret one somewhere that could sneak them out. I needed to find it, before they realized that we were in here.

The outcome of this mission was uncertain, but one thing was clear: I would not back down. Not now, not ever. My kids in hand, alive and well, else everyone involved goes down tonight!