Chapter 7: Chapter 7
Clinton was led to the sitting room of the mansion. There, he saw Karen with all other maids and guards at the mercy of the masked men.
"Worthless guards!" Clinton cursed within him giving the guards a disgusted look. Their incompetence irked him and made his blood boil.
How have the guards allowed the masked men to infiltrate the mansion without warning? Clinton reasoned that they most probably were able to get in with the help of an insider or it just could be the negligence and incompetence of the security men in charge of the mansion.
And when he finds out whoever that person is, he would be sure to breathe his last in his hands.
His mind momentarily flashed his parents' images and for a moment, he wondered where they were at the moment, if they were safe.
"Get down on your feet!" one of the masked men ordered Clinton. He was hesitant at first. All his life, he has always hated to be ordered around. He liked to have his way in anything he was involved in.
These may be armed men but still he felt belittled before them and he doesn't like it one bit.
He was still in thought when one of the masked men approached him and pushed him down to his knees after kicking him roughly.
Clinton heaved out a painful sigh but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it as whatever silly move he made might be the end of him.
The best he could do at that moment is to do whatever they ask him to do until they leave.
"Hey you! If You fucking mess up or make even a single move, huh? I will blow your head off!" The masked men blasted in anger at Clinton as he landed a hefty punch on Clinton's jaw.
Clinton felt his head make a cracking sound due to the forced rotation.
He couldn't touch his lips but he felt it bleed.
"What do you want?" he managed to ask.
It would only be money, he knew it. Whatever amount they want, he would give them so they would let them be.
"Your life," one of the masked men replied to the astonishment of everyone in the room except the masked men.
Clinton swallowed hard. "Who sent you?" he asked again. It would really be good for him to have an idea of who sent them. He would gladly deal with them by the time these masked men stepped out of the Smith's mansion.
One of the masked men, he looked like he was the leader of the gang. He had a stick of a cigarette in his hand. He would drag the cigarette once in a while but remained seated at the other end of the room without talking much.
He approached Clinton and bent towards him calmly. Clinton noticed he had a tattoo below his hand region, very close to his wrist.
He looked very calm and unusual to be a criminal. Clinton wondered if he was cajoled into joining a criminal gang. He knew such things happened a lot. But that was the least of his problems at that moment.
All he wanted to think at that moment was if he would be alive by the time these masked men were done with him.
"Sign here," the man said as he presented a cheque book before Clinton.
Clinton took a glance at the cheque book. It was his cheque book, they might have gotten it while they searched his room. He also noticed how they had written a huge amount of money in it by themselves and only needed his signature for it to be authenticated. Such that once they take it to the bank, the written amount of money there would be theirs.
Clinton inwardly laughed at their stupidity. He called them stupid amateurs. He would trace them to wherever they may be whenever they try to withdraw the money.
"Uncuff me then," Clinton replied.
"Oh my bad, Bolly please untie our friend so he could do something for us."
"Or wait," the leader of the gang added suddenly as one of his men was trying to untie Clinton. He looked like he was torn between thoughts.
He smiled mischievously.
"Bolly, how about you hand over our friend his phone so he could instead do a transfer for us, how do you see that?"
"Oh, that would make even more sense boss!" That one replied with smiles and approached Clinton with his phone.
Clinton cursed them in his mind. How has their leader read his mind so quickly? They weren't amateurs after all.
He needed to think of a plan very fast. He just needed the help of the guards. But seeing them remain so relaxed at the hands of the masked men irked him and punctured his rising morale to do something that would save their lives. To even think they claim to be security men. He kept it in mind to ask his father where he got such dumb, incompetent and slow idiots as security men in the first place.
"Hey you come here!"
They all looked up to see who they were referring to. He pointed at a lady. It was Karen. Karen was shaking like a dried leaf. Elizabeth just watched calmly from where she lay face down. She could tell that Karen was in deep fear at that moment. She wondered why she was called upon.
"Me?" Karen asked half in shock and fear. The man gave her a look that would have rendered Karen dead if eyes were loaded guns.
Karen walked to him and stood before him in fear.
"Who is the chief maid here?" he asked with a thunderous voice. Karen almost urinated on her panties. Her legs shook and were barely holding her body up.
"I..I...mean…" She stuttered.
"Twai!" A slap landed on her face. Elizabeth could tell that Karen saw stars dance in her front that moment. She felt pity for her. Who knows what they would do to her when they discover she's the chief maid.
Karen might have hated and treated Elizabeth badly but that moment, Elizabeth forgot about all of that and prayed in her heart for no harm to come to her.
"Will you talk now?"
"Yes, Yes, I will talk. See her there, she is the chief maid."
Like a flash, Elizabeth felt a hand pull her up and sent her flying down again. She had no time to think because whoever threw her in that manner followed it up with a slap on her face. She thought she would go blind just hearing the sound of it.
"So you are the chief maid and you stayed there and kept mute huh?"
He was dragging her hair now and heck, Elizabeth was feeling excruciating pain. The pain not totally from her hair that was dragged but from how Karen had named her as chief maid.