Billionaire Daughter

My name is Dorothy Moss. I am the daughter of the nationally recognised billionaire couple, Sylvester and Aiden Moss

My dads taught me normal things as a child. They taught me how to groom myself, how to make my bed, and how to be polite. The main thing that they taught me that isn’t the norm for kids is how to escape from a kidnapping.

See, being the heir to Moss Corp has to have its cons as well as its pros. I had to be prepared to deal with the inevitable.

“Daddy, I forgot my bag,” I called out to him.

My dad, Sylvester, picked me up from school today. He had my black hair. How is that possible? Surrogacy.

(Side note: keep an open mind, would you please? Don’t email me with homophobic nonsense. Thank you very much and continue reading.)

“Oh? Do you want me to get it, sweetie?” Daddy asks me with a kind smile on his face. “We have to hurry to get home to Papa, remember?”

I nod. Papa gets a little nervous whenever I accidentally come home late.

Daddy leaves me at the front of the school so he could get my bag. I’m not sure if he remembers what my bag looks like, though. Should I go in and help? Even though Daddy is very good at business, he’s a real dizzy brain.

I let out a sigh and took a seat at a bench. I might as well just wait patiently.

...Even though there is a weird looking group of men looking at me.

I don't like the look of them. All of them look like thugs. It doesn’t help that the place is practically empty except for us. But it won't happen again, right? Maybe I should’ve gone with Daddy.

Before I could walk inside to the school, they rush at me with surprising speed. I didn't have enough time to scream out for help when one of the burliest men grabs me. The man has a buzz cut and a medium complexion. I had to recognise him later so I could-

My train of thought comes to an abrupt stop when the group of men shoves me into a large van. I try to scream out, but the burly man’s gloved hand is covering my mouth, making it hard to breath.

“Witt, don’t break the kid’s neck,” says a smaller man. “We need her alive.”

So this is a ransom? I should have guessed.

I try my best to sit still, but I can’t really stand the stench of their combined body odours.

The burly man is speaking, but I decided to focus on where we were going.

The van isn't that big. Well, it doesn't help that there were… yeah, three men crowding the vehicle. The windows are a little tinted, but I can still see where we were going. I recognise the road signs. At least I will know how to get back home…

The burly man named Witt takes his gloved hand off of my mouth. I cough and rub my nose. His glove can’t have been child-friendly.

Witt and the other guys were talking, but it isn't any use to me. They are talking about how to split the money they’ll get. Evidently, they didn’t think this all through.

I rub my wrists and am glad to see that the GPS bracelet Papa got me was still working. I painted over it so it looked like a Hello Kitty bracelet. What seemed to be one of Hello Kitty’s eyes is still blinking blue. Papa will be happy to know that I’m still okay. I hope that he doesn’t worry as much as the last time. He had a panic attack that almost took him into the hospital.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask in a deceivingly soft voice. “Are you taking me home?”

Witt grins, baring yellowing teeth. “Don’t worry, kiddo. Just stay quiet and you’ll get home alright.”

“My dads don’t like it when I go with strangers,” I tell the group of men.

“Witt, shut the kid up,” says another man. He has short blond hair and a tattoo under his left eye. He will be easy to find in a lineup.

Witt doesn’t seem to care about me jabbering. I guess I have nothing else to do until I see a chance to escape.

“That’s rude,” I tell the rude blond man. “Daddy says if you can’t say anything nice-”

“Little girl, you don’t know what’s happening, do you?” the man who told Witt not to break my neck asks me. He has his black hair tied back in a short ponytail. He also has a tattoo, but it is on his right shoulder.

I feign ignorance and tilt my head. “You’re taking me home, right?”

As I say it, the van reaches its stop.

Witt takes me by the arm and drags me out of the van. “Stand still, kid.” Out from the van, he brings a bit of rope.

“Is this a game?” I ask him as I stand still.

There isn't a way out. If I was to run away now, they’d have no trouble catching me. I just have to wait until Daddy and Papa track me down. Daddy must have noticed that I was gone by now.

“Yeah, it’s called sit still and shut up,” Witt says and ties the rope around my wrists. The rope isn't that strong. I could easily break through it. I won’t, though. I just have to wait. I know my dads are gonna save me.

The group of men leads me inside a dilapidated old warehouse. Sunlight shone through the rafters. This is like in those cop movies that Daddy watches.

A small stool sits in the middle of the warehouse. In front of it stood a camera. Are they planning to make a video? I will already be found by the time they get the camera on. What’s the use?

I take a seat at the chair and the group of men stand to the side, discussing something. If… if I was to just break through the rope and run away, they won't notice. Should I take the chance? Oh, well. No point in thinking about it if I just do it.

I bend down and bite on the rope. Bringing my head up, the rope gets untied fairly easily.

Carefully, I sneak my way over to the large exit. No one noticed me yet. This is much easier than last time.

Of course, my luck had to snag.

One of the men looks back at me, but I am already out of the door. He yells in anger and runs at me. Panicked, I grab one of my shoes and hit him square in the face. The man stumbles backwards, and I take that chance to run farther away.

I can hear them yelling, but that just makes me run faster. If I just get out on a road, then they won’t be able to follow me or kidnap me.

I almost made my way out to the open road but a figure stands in my way. It was of a smiling man. He had wavy brown hair and a light complexion. He wore a clean button down. It was like he just came out of a meeting. I knew who he was. He had my blue eyes.

“Papa!” I rush over to him with a smile.

“Dorothy, there you are!” Papa takes me into his arms and laughs thankfully. “Oh, I was so worried. But you managed to get out unharmed with… one shoe?”

“Yeah! But you didn’t bring anyone with you,” I notice, looking around. “Where are the police?”

“Oh, it’s just me and daddy,” Papa replies with a smile on his face. “Daddy’s just parking.”

Papa brings me up so I can sit on his shoulders. I notice that the group of men are already here, glaring down Papa. But why did they not attack us? Were they scared of Papa?

“Hi, Mr Witt!” I call out, waving. “Did you think I didn’t know what was happening?”

Witt grimaces, confused. When he opens his mouth to say something, I suddenly hear a rumbling in the distance. The rumbling was familiar, it was almost like a-

A grey motorcycle drives in with Daddy riding on it. His eyes were narrowed, looking at the group of men with obvious rage. The motorcycle doesn’t stop next to us, though. Daddy drives it just enough to be face-to-face with Witt.

“Hi, Daddy!” I call out.

He waves one of his hands in the air to show that he heard me. He's apparently whispering something to the group of men since their expressions were contorting with fear. I’d wonder what he was saying, but I’m just happy that he is here.

“Sylvester, are you done there?” Papa asks loudly.

To this, Daddy turns his motorcycle around, apparently done with threatening the bad men. “Coming, hon.”

“Bye, Mr Witt!” I call out as we leave. None of them seemed to want to follow us.

Once we are out of sight, Papa brings me down, and practically breaks my spine in his hug.

“Dorothy, I was so worried!” he was crying out. “I’m never letting you go again! No matter what! You’re going to stay by my side!”

“Alright, Papa…” I mutter into his chest. “I’m happy to see you.”

“I’m happy to see you too!” Papa cries, holding me closer.

“Honey, you’re crushing her,” Daddy says, laughing. He was walking the motorcycle next to us.

“Daddy, where’d you get the motorcycle?” I ask him, a little muffled.

“I borrowed it,” he says. “Don’t worry, sweetie, I didn’t steal it or anything.”

Well, now that’s what I’m thinking.

Anyways, my name is Dorothy Moss. These are my parents Sylvester and Aiden.