Not your typical baby mama

Chapter 316 Meeting The King 1

Amy started to regain consciousness with a pulsating ache originating from the back of her head. A ringing sound buzzed in her ears. She squeezed shut her already closed eyes to get rid of the irritating sound that only worsened the pain.

She softly groaned as she slowly opened her eyes. She could barely make out what was before her, it was all a blur.

"Zachery", she tried to call out in panic but it only came out as a whisper.

She closed her eyes again and forced herself tried not to panic. She gave herself a moment to do so. From the position she was in, she felt she was sitting on a chair with her hands tied down at the back.

She tried to move her feet but they were numb, unable to move from probably sitting down for too long. 'How long was I out?' she mused.

The ringing faded away and she could now pick up on the sound of skin making hard contact with another.

Thud!

The sound was so loud it also startled her. She gave another shot to opening her eyes, slowly and she came face to face with a blurry sight of her tights covered thighs. She closed and opened her eyes twice more before her vision finally cleared.

She looked up and winced at the bright light that made her feel like the veins in her head were about to explode from the pain. But she could make out what was before her and it reminded her of the situation she was in: she had been taken by the King's men.

"Sir", someone whispered to Dylan who turned to him and pointed at Amy for him.

"Ah! A.J! Finally!" He let out a dramatic sigh of relief and collected a tissue from one of his subordinates and proceeded to wipe his bloodied knuckles. "I was starting to worry if your head injury was serious and I do apologise for that. I told them to bring you in I just didn't specify how. My bad. But worry not, I took care of the idiot."

Amy now followed the sight of a badly beaten man being dragged out of the room by his leg by another man. The action left a trail of blood on the marble floor. Marble. She looked around and to her surprise, she wasn't in a dungeon.

Rather, she was in a beautiful room she could possibly conclude to be an off. She was placed in the middle yet sideways where she was able to see the men at the door.

Aldo sneaked a smirk at her but she ignored him and continued to look around. Dylan walked past her to his desk where he got a spare chair. Behind that desk was none other than Esmeralda who was busy tapping away on her phone.

"Welcome to our humble abode", he said as he sat down, crossing his legs one over the other. He took a minute to look at her and then chuckled to himself. "A.J, A.J, A.J. You're finally here. You look... different. How's your head?"

"Nobody cares", Esmeralda grumbled.

"I'm just trying to make our guest comfortable sweetheart", he replied with a chuckle.

"She doesn't need to be", she responded dryly.

He sighed to himself and looked at her. "Won't you say hi?"

She slowly looked up and her brown eyes locked with Amy's blue ones. The latter could see the mirth reflecting in them as Esmeralda replied, "Don't we need her alive?"

Amy's lips slightly lifted in amusement with that comment. Esmeralda grew offended by this but she suppressed her rage for the sake of going back home.

"Alright, alright. A.J, you probably guessed why you're here", Dylan said, getting her attention.

Her blue eyes seemed to pierce through his soul when she looked into his. It brought about an uncomfortable feeling.

"Now, why would I do that?" Amy asked calmly in her soft voice. For someone in a dangerous situation, she gave away no hint of fear or panic.

"You created this mess, undo it", he replied with a nod at her.

"Again, why?" She asked.

"You and the FBI set up road blocks both virtually and physically which unfortunately", he let out a self deprecating laugh then àdded through gritted teeth from frustration. "I cannot get rid off!"

"Aaaaaah", Amy relaxed in her seat feigning realization dawning on her and gave him an amused smile. "So the student never became the master."

"You little!" He launched at her enclosing a tight grip around her slender neck.

Amy struggled from the pressure, her eyes welled up with tears as his grip lessened the amount of air she was desperate for. With his grip on her slender neck tightening, her faced turned red and the veins along her temples became more prominent.

Esmeralda stole a glance at the scene and resumed looking back at her phone with no care whatsoever. Dylan glared and growled into Amy's face in warning, "I would think twice before acting out if I were you."

He roughly released her and left her to gasp for air, taking in deep breaths. Her hot tears trickled down her face whose color now slowly returned. Her hands itched to rub her throat where she was sure his hand prints were visible.

"You need me", she coughed and shook her head in attempt to get rid of the lingering uncomfortable feeling before she looked at him. She regained her composure and calm, "How do you know I won't be setting you up to get caught instead?"

"Ah....." He let out an amused chuckle which turned into a laugh. He looked at the men before looking back at her as though she was ridiculous. "A.J, are you really this stupid? Gosh!" He shook his head whilst laughing and let out a big sigh after regaining his composure.

"In case that", he opened his hand and demonstrated at her the choking action he did recently, "wasn't a clue enough, well, I'll spell it out for you: if you don't do as we say, you die. It's as simple as that."

"Do it", she challenged him.

"What?" His amusement was squashed with those two words.

"Kill me", she repeated.

Dylan's facial expression spoke volumes. There was a big difference between being bold and actually being stupid. Did Amy actually have a death wish? She let out a soft chuckle, amused by his reaction.

"Can't do it when you're actually given the chance?" she mocked. She leaned forward and whispered in his face, "Why? Was it not part of the script?"

Dylan's brows furrowed expressing the emotion all the men present in the room felt: confusion. She leaned back and turned to look at Esmeralda who was watching them with not so much as an expression on her face.

Amy's expression turned cold while her eyes reflected mockery directed at the woman. "Are you just going to sit there and let your little side piece run this show?..... Sister."