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“Mr. Sloan!”
“Noah!”
“Is your own father holding your girlfriend for ransom, Sloan?”
“Noah, have you heard from either your father or brother?”
They
were like a swarm, their damn cameras and microphones in my face. Daniel had to actually push more than a few of them as he made way for us to get out.
“Noah, is this just an act to help your father escape?” I paused right before the door and turned to him, his microphone pushed closer to my mouth. I grabbed it out of his hands and pulled him out from the crowd right into my fist. His whole head turned, and they all backed up, allowing his fucking body to fall on to the ground.
“Go ahead and sue me, you fucking piece of shit,” I told him before getting into the car and slamming the door behind me. I punched the seat in front of me. “Fucking shit! Goddamn fucking damn it!”
Exhaling through my mouth, I pulled out my phone. It was stupid. It was useless. But I still had to try. I called her phone.
“The number you have reached is…”
Amelia. Please. Please, be okay.
Biting my fist, I gripped the phone, for the first time hoping that either Frank or Bo would call. Whatever they wanted, they could have … I just needed her.
Amelia
“Wakey wakey,” someone slapped my cheek.
“Urgh…” I groaned, my whole body feeling like an open wound. “I’m gonna be sick.”
“You’re going to be worse than that in a few hours.” Another low deep voice said to the right of me.
My eyelids felt heavy, but I finally managed to open my eyes. I was staring straight at Bo, a toothpick in his mouth. My arms were chained to a pipe behind me.
“Welcome back, princess,” he said calmly, reaching up as if to touch me. He reached past my head for a cup of water with a bendy straw. “Drink.”
Keeping my lips shut, I only glared at him.
“I can see why your brother likes her.”
In the corner of the room of what looked to be some sort of old factory was the son of a bitch himself, peeling an apple with a knife in hand and sliding slivers of it into his mouth. His nose was broken and had dried blood around it, and he hadn’t shaved. Even from the distance between us, I could tell he reeked of booze. In a way, he didn’t look human anymore. However, his eyes—they were the same blue-green as Noah’s, and I found comfort in that.
“You need to drink,” Bo said, pushing the cup in front of me.
“You make me sick,” I flinched. Talking burned.
“I know, but you gotta live long enough for my brother to save you, right?” He smiled like we were old friends and like he hadn’t just kidnapped me.
“If the bitch don’t wanna drink—”
“I brought her here!” Bo hollered at him. “I brought her here to save your no-good ass, not so she will die, okay? She’s Noah’s girl—”
“And the little bitch still can’t protect her after all this time.”
“Kind of like you can’t make an honest living,” I snickered, looking up at him.
“What is that—?”
“I got it, Frank!” Bo said, stepping in front of me. “She’s beat up as it is. You do anything, she accidently dies. Then you got nothing. Screw anyone else. Noah will lose it. You want to get outta here, just wait.”
