I looked down at the woman I had impulsively kidnapped. For a week now, she has been living in one of the guest bedrooms, treated like a queen by my staff. Now she was tied up in my basement with tears dripping down her face.

I paced slowly, my eyes never leaving her trembling figure. I loaded my hand gun and sighed. This wasn’t the first time I had to do this. But it was my first woman to be threatened.

I kneeled down in front of her, pressing the gun to her forehead.

“…I have given you a week of luxury, and you still won’t squeal. This is your fault.”

I teased the trigger and watched her sob.

“Tell me where all daddy’s money is.”