The kidnapper had been lurking in the shadows for a long time, his gaze piercing the darkness for any sign of the cops. It wasn't until the coast was clear that he finally eased up. He strode over to where Gabby was bound, grabbed her arm with a rough jerk, and spat out, “You damn bitch! What the hell are you screaming for? You got the cash?!”
Faced with the man's menacing glare, Gabby fumbled for the card that Lucius had given her, handing it over, “It’s here, on the card.”
The kidnapper snatched the bank card from her, growling, “The PIN! Now!”
After Gabby rattled off the numbers, she clutched at the kidnapper's sleeve, desperation in her voice, “Please, just let me see my child first.”
“Don’t worry, she ain’t dead!” He shoved Gabby aside, then warned her with a vicious sneer, “Listen here, I'm gonna go withdraw the money, and if it ain’t ten million in there, you’re toast!”
Gabby hardly registered his threat; her mind was consumed with thoughts of her daughter’s safety. She grabbed at the kidnapper's hand again, pleading, “Please, I'm begging you, let me see my child!”
Something akin to pity flickered across the kidnapper's face as he looked at Gabby, who could barely stand from crying. He gave her another shove and hissed, “Follow me and keep your trap shut, or I’ll end you!”
Nodding frantically, Gabby would have agreed to anything just to lay eyes on her daughter, Anna.
The kidnapper led Gabby down the docks, heading towards a cluster of abandoned trailers under the bridge. It was pitch black under the bridge, and Gabby stumbled, nearly tripping over debris. But she clenched her teeth and kept up with the kidnapper, fearing he might leave her behind.
After what felt like a long trek, the kidnapper ushered Gabby into a dimly lit trailer and stepped inside. Gabby's heart raced; she knew this must’ve been the kidnapper's hideout, and she followed without hesitation.
The light inside was dingy, and seated was a man with a scar across his face. A few shirtless guys with tattoos were huddled around playing cards.
The sight of Gabby being brought in caught them off guard, and Scarface glared at the man who brought her in. “What the hell are you doing bringing her here?!”
The kidnapper, cowed by the rebuke, stuttered, pointing at Gabby. “She gave up her bank card, then started bawling about seeing her kid, so I brought her over.”
Enraged, Scarface slapped the kidnapper. “Idiot, check the card first! If there’s no money, I’ll skin you alive!”
The reprimanded henchman didn’t dare utter a word and hurried out with the card.
Gabby, faced with these thugs, didn’t feel fear; she had lost everything except for her daughter. For Anna, she’d risk her very life.
“I've given you the money. Now I want to see my child,” Gabby said, her gaze unwavering as she addressed Scarface, the apparent ringleader.
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