Episode 4

"Are you going to move, or do you want them to come and kill you?"

Bley didn't know what to do.

Their words were not kind, sweet, or good. They were aggressive, dangerous, and cold. He didn't know if they were going to help him or not, but noticing that he was the only person left alive there, he thought he had no other choice but to follow.

He stood up with difficulty. His legs were trembling and felt like jelly. He tasted blood in his mouth and wiped his nose with the back of his hand to see the blood. Still shaking and feeling his heart beat too fast, he desperately needed someone to take his hand, stroke his cheeks, and heal his wounds. He needed a lot of containment and security, but nobody was there to take his hand or whisper something good.

He dried his tears alone and walked on.

"You are the president's son, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, they were going to kill you. Don't you have bodyguards?"

He swallowed hard, seeing everything gloomy and watching the police start to arrive en masse to witness the aftermath. He didn't know what to do because everyone had seen him, they were photographing him and worse. He didn't know how to handle the situation. He was still in shock, so he was not aware of anything that was happening.

The place was checked by police, finding only dead people and everything destroyed almost as if a tornado had passed through the establishment.

It was clear that news about a famous person was always going to cause a stir, especially when they had suffered an attempted abduction that had left almost a massacre in its wake. He was not capable of speaking, he was not capable of doing anything, and the police kept him safeguarded. He saw ambulances arrive, saw them taking out some people, but all his bodyguards were dead. Guilt overwhelmed him, and his tears fell again because they had all died for him.

He knew that his father paid everyone even to give their lives. He was aware that many things could happen, although he never imagined that literally, everyone would die for him.

The men's words replayed in his head again and again.

He reacted when he was in his house knowing that it was full of guards, trained people who guarded every place and checked everything minutely. His father was taking care of everything necessary, but he didn't want that. All he wanted was for him to have stayed with him, letting him know that everything was fine and that nothing bad would happen. He curled up in the bed that was always too big and cold for him.

He closed his eyes tightly, and his face hurt just from touching it. He cried until he fell asleep and woke up when his mind played tricks on him. He yelled and sat up abruptly in bed, looking all around almost hearing the gunshots. People entered to see what was happening, but realized it was nothing more than the simple fear that continued to engulf him.

The bodyguards checked the entire room at Bley's request. They entered the bathroom more than five times and checked under his bed almost ten times to reassure him that nothing was happening.

He did not sleep well. His mind would not give him peace, and he woke up crying countless times.

When he couldn't stay in bed any longer, he stood up. The floor was freezing, but he wanted to walk barefoot to cool down somehow. He went down the stairs hearing his father's voice. It was strong, clear, and seemed to echo through the house. When he peered out, he saw all the men guarding the house and there were also new men. They all dressed in black, looked big and strong.

He didn't want to listen any more for fear of trouble and went to the kitchen.

He drank a little water and, as he held the glass, noticed that his hand was still trembling. Upon closing his eyes, the whole ordeal replayed, and a foul taste attacked him. He didn't even dare turn on the television because he knew what they would be talking about.

"Bley."

His father's voice caused him to open his eyes abruptly.

"Hello, father."

"How are you feeling today?" he asked, moving closer.

The Omega felt him touch his face to check his wounds. It wasn't very gentle or delicate. He pressed in some places and stepped away.

"You'll have to use makeup to cover that up. It's going to ruin your face if scars are left."

Bley wasn't surprised; his father would never worry about him as a father, only as someone interested in making money through him.

"I need you to come to see if you can recognize some faces because the police have arrived."

It was the last thing he wanted, but he knew it was what he had to do. He let out a sigh and nodded, starting to walk behind him. He saw many people in a room and many police discussing things he didn’t understand. He felt a bit scared and intimidated. His father took him by the arm, leading him to where his desk was. He took a seat, and Bley remained standing by his side.

"The security cameras were disconnected," one reported. "It was an hour before."

"That's impossible," his father said.

"Because of that, it is natural to conclude that it was more than planned."

"Do you remember or did you hear if the men said anything?"

Bley swallowed and looked down.

He tried to remember what the men had said, but it was hard because his head was almost blocking the memories and everything he had experienced.

"Yes, they said things about selling me and taking me to another country."

"Of course, the trafficking of Omegas occurs quite frequently," another commented while reviewing some documents. "The most endangered Omegas are those who are beautiful and delicate. By nature, many are like that, but when they stand out significantly, they are sold very quickly and also highly sought after by smugglers. However, since he is someone famous, that caused more problems."

"He's recessive, nothing special," said the father, laughing. "Why would they want to sell him? Surely they didn't know because, if they had, they wouldn't have wasted valuable time on garbage."

No one spoke, and Bley just kept his gaze lowered because it wasn't something new that he heard. He was more than accustomed to those cruel words.

"Being recessive means nothing, Mr. Foley," a police officer said. "Your son clearly shows he is an Omega with his beauty."

"Well, that's the only positive thing he has."

"We need you to tell us about the men that attacked you. Naturally, they're all dead, but if they're who we think they are, then we'll have more clues and more chances to catch a very large Russian mafia."

He simply nodded, listening to what the man continued explaining as he approached, holding some photos in his hands. He noted that they were placed on the table. There were ten in total, and he laid them out five and five.

He looked at them all and tried to identify any of them, but noticed he did not recognize any of the men shown. He ended up shaking his head and the officer showed him ten more images. He couldn't lie about knowing them or not, so he just denied again. Another five were shown, and the result was the same. He didn't recognize anyone. He didn't know about the mafia they were talking about; however, he concluded that those men didn’t seem like they were from a mafia at all, and those in the photos did.

He assumed they were from another place and had another purpose.

He remained standing, listening and looking at some things they showed him until they left, and he returned to his room. He looked out the window, watching the snow fall, and sighed.

He wanted to sleep when his mind flashed a face. He blinked a couple of times because he had completely forgotten it when it was the face of the one who had saved his life. He got up to go down the stairs and went to his father's office. He saw him putting some things in his safe. He knew it held valuable and important things. He didn't know the combination and had never looked inside.

"What do you want?"

"Father, do you know what happened to the man who saved me?"

"The man who saved you?" he asked grudgingly.

Bley nodded.

"Yes, a man arrived just in time. He stayed with me until the police came, but then he disappeared."

The man thought for a few seconds.

"How could those damn bodyguards not protect you, and some random guy did? They're always damn useless."

He fell silent as he saw him walk away and lowered his gaze, thinking he had done something wrong by mentioning it.

"We should thank him. He protected me."

"Alright, I'll see what I'm going to do about that guy. I'll have my men look for him and maybe give him a cup of coffee. After all, you're not valuable enough to give money to."

The man just walked away without looking back. He didn't think about how his son felt, he didn't think about leaving him alone for too long, he didn't think about not giving him the necessary love, he didn't think about anything, and Bley watched him leave through the door, realizing that, once again, the house was too empty and lonely.

He went to his room to stay there. He didn't have many memories of his mother, but he did have a stuffed animal she had left him. He didn't hesitate to hug it when he felt alone or scared.

He wanted to feel a little better because his father was going to thank the man who helped him, but then he felt bad because, for a moment, he wished he had never been saved, to stop seeing his father's face and to be free.

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