Page 45 of Mika's Heart

Chapter 11

Atka

It’s been several hours since I woke up in this room tied to a chair.

The last thing that I remember is walking outside the cabin, heading to the car for a trip into town.

From the dried blood I can feel on the side of my head, its obvious how I was knocked out but by whom is still unknown to me.

I can hear someone moving around in the next room and I think I heard them on the phone a few times but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

It hasn’t escaped my mind that this could be related to a case but I’ve not been involved with very many high profile cases yet.

I’m still thinking over all the possibilities when the door opens and a man that I don’t recognize walks into the room.

“Good. You’re awake. Was beginning to think you’d bleed to death.” He comments.

“Do I know you?” I ask.

“Not really but you know my daughter. I need you to help me get her back home to Ohio.”

My eyes widen as I realize this is the man that raised Mika. The same man that the FBI is currently looking for in connection to the kidnapping of Kimberly Burns.

“I’ll not help you do a damn thing.” I say through clenched teeth.

“You don’t have a choice.” He grins. “You’re currently tied to a chair and that bitch of a daughter of mine will do whatever I tell her to do in order to save you. She always did have a huge heart for strays.”

“You are not her father.” I growl and he turns to me with wild eyes.

“How do you know that?” He screams but I stay quiet, not giving him any more information.

It’s currently clear that he has no idea that Mika already knows and that the FBI is on his tail.

He grabs the sides of his head by his hair, murmuring to himself about his wife before rushing back out the door.

I tried once again to loosen the rope that’s holding me to the chair but it doesn’t give even an inch. My wrists are already sore and bleeding from my efforts.

My head is pounding furiously from the side that he hit to knock me out. I know that I have a concussion from the nausea that rolls through me in waves.

The only hope that I currently have is that Austin will notice when I don’t show up to our planned dinner together and will alert the authorities.

I pray to the God of my people to keep Mika safe. If Gerald is willing to go this far to keep his secret, there’s no telling what he might do to her if he gets his hands on her.

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