I Was Abducted, and My Dad Thought I Was Just Drama

It had been three days since I was dumped at the market like yesterday’s trash, and my father, Martinez, still had no clue I was gone. His head was somewhere else, focused on the new gang threatening his empire. They were getting bolder, going after his allies and leaving their mutilated bodies as warnings. It was clear—they were coming for him next.

My dad sat in his dim office, his face tight with anger as he scanned the latest report. “This isn’t just a turf war anymore,” he growled, slamming his fist onto the desk. “They’re sending a damn message!”

His men stood around, clearly nervous. Nobody liked it when dad was mad. He’d built his empire from scratch, ruling the streets with iron fists. For years, no one dared challenge him, but now, this new gang was trying to break him, make him look weak.

But if there was one thing my dad wasn’t, it was weak.

“I want everyone on this!” he ordered, his voice cutting through the room. “Find out who they are, where they live, what they eat. I want them all dead by the end of the week.”

One of his men, Rafael, hesitated before stepping forward. “Boss, we found another body last night. Same as the others. This one was dumped at the docks.”

My dad's jaw clenched. “One of ours?”

Rafael nodded. “Yeah. Same mutilations—hands cut off, body trashed. Whoever’s doing this isn’t just killing—they’re making it personal.”

My dad leaned back, thinking. This wasn’t about the usual things—territory, money. This gang wanted something bigger. With each new body, it was clear—they were coming straight for him.

“We hit them tonight,” Martinez said, his voice low. “No more waiting. I want blood.”

His men moved fast, leaving him alone in the dim room. He sat there, plotting his next move, completely unaware that his own blood had already been spilled. I smiled bitterly watching him.

While he was busy planning, they found my body.

I had been lying in a pile of trash for days, forgotten, discarded. It wasn’t a search party or a family member who found me. No, it was a beggar man scavenging around for food, that led them to me. The smell was too strong to ignore.

A patrol officer heard the beggar scream for help and came to check it out. He wasn’t expecting to find a body, let alone one as wrecked as mine.

“Holy shit!” the officer muttered, pulling out his radio with shaky hands. “I need backup. Now.”

The place was swarming with cops in minutes. They couldn’t identify me right away. I was brutally killed and torture that my face was too damaged, and like the others, my hands were missing. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.

“Another one,” one of the detectives muttered, looking down at my lifeless almost naked body. “These guys are getting bold.”

Martinez, my dad of course, didn’t hear about any of this immediately. He was too busy plotting revenge, getting ready to send his men out for a bloodbath. I wasn’t important to him. I was just a shadow in the background of his empire, easy to overlook.

By the time Rafael got the call about my body, Martinez had already set his men loose on the streets. They were gearing up for retaliation, clueless that they had already lost one of their own.

Rafael approached Martinez cautiously, phone still in his hand. “Boss, you need to hear this.”

Dad didn’t even look up. “What?”

“There’s been another body found,” Rafael said, his voice quieter than usual. “A girl, at the market. It’s bad, boss. Real bad.”

He frowned. “One of ours?”

“We’re not sure,” Rafael admitted. “Body’s... too messed up to tell. But the cops think it’s connected to the others.”

For a moment, my dad said nothing, just thinking. Another body. Another victim in this war. But something about this didn’t sit right. The timing was off. The location—it didn’t fit the pattern.

“Send someone to watch the cops,” he ordered, standing from his desk. “I want to know everything they find out. If it’s those bastards, I need to know who the girl was and why she was targeted.”

Rafael nodded, but dad could sense the unease in his eyes. He had worked with Rafael long enough to know when something felt off. This wasn’t just another random hit. There was more to this than either of them could see.

As Martinez went back to his plans for revenge, I stayed there, unseen and unknown. A ghost in the chaos of his world. My body had been found, but the truth of who I was was still hidden. Martinez didn’t know yet that the girl lying in that pile of trash was his own daughter. He didn’t know that the war he was fighting had already cost him something far more precious than he could ever imagine.

And when he will finally found out, it would be too late.