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A Christmas Eve To Remember
~WILLOW~
DidI plan to get kidnapped on Christmas Eve? Hell no. The question is: will I survive for Christmas Day? That was the real fucking question.
My head was pounding like crazy, and the loud noises happening in the background only further antagonized the drumming repetition that assaulted my senses.
What I knew thus far was that I surely had to be in some sort of aircraft because the shift in altitude was getting extremely noticeable. My arms were cuffed behind me, and my body was still dealing with tiny shockwaves that ran through my body at random.
Those fucking hurt.
I’d managed to feign unconsciousness, but I wasn’t sure if I could do that much longer cause a certain wolf in my subconscious was mad as fuck.
Bria? Don’t you think we should think logically?
Never would I imagine trying to talk my wolf down from going on a rampage. She really couldn’t do anything when we were handcuffed. Adding my failed attempts in reaching my pack, it was clear they had done some juju shit to block me from reaching my pack, which meant I was alone in this.
“Fucking pieces of shit electrocuted us like a chained animal! Your heart almost stopped and I’m supposed to think logically?!”
Okay. My wolf was super mad.
I didn’t know my heart had almost stopped, but I couldn’t really think straight until five minutes ago. I’d had enough time to realize we were either in some sort of plane or helicopter, that there were four douches here, and out of those four men, none were Arthur. I really wanted to enjoy running a blade through every bit of his flesh.
Oh, he’d get a long torture session and I’d make sure Loki tagged along too. Heck. Saint would come too. We’d have a whole fucking party.
I should have been a nervous wreck, but I wasn’t sure how I felt right now. I was a bit in pain, and the nagging pounding was making me want to throw up, but I didn’t feel panicked.
At least, not yet.
“Are we at the right altitude?” one of the guys asked loudly to combat the background noise.
“In a minute,” the pilot responded. “A storm is brewing. Are you sure we should keep going?”
“What fucking storm?” another guy questioned. “It’s fucking clear skies and you can even see the sunrise from here.”
“Further ahead, sir. I suggest you prepare your gear to jump.”
“What bullshit. Your eyes getting weak, old man? You’re lucky the other pilots were sleeping this morning!” a different guy exclaimed. “We would have left your ass behind.”
“C’mon, man. You’re lucky we’re even up here and can do this. The Vatican is gonna pay us mad money. The moment this bitch is dead, we’ll share the news to all the outlets so they’ll promptly cover every other magazine with the news of this bitch’s passing. No one gonna play around with the Vatican once they see how fast we get rid of defiant fuckers.”
“Such a shame. We can’t fuck her real quick?”
That made me tense up. It took every mental string to stop Bria from launching forward and triggering our shift. I had a strong suspicion I was about to be thrown out of a fucking plane and being a wolf would not help at all.
Wolves can’t fucking fly.
"Don’t bother. Arthur said to leave her body intact. If you rape her, they’ll know it was a murder. With the alcohol in her system, they’ll assume she overdosed or got drunk so she could kill herself easily. With her status, it won’t take long for them to find her body, but being dropped from this height? The girl’s going to be flatter than a thin pizza.”
“Ain’t the Vatican scared of what Alexander is gonna do?” one of them boldly asked. “We’re ditching the city the moment we reach that yacht that’s waiting for us, right?”
“The tickets are booked to the heart of Mexico. A private jet is already on standby. The Vatican promised our payments will go through the moment we get a picture of her dead body underwater. I’ve got the Go Pro for that.”
“How about new IDs?” one of them inquired.
“We’ve got new ones waiting for us in Mexico. We gotta get our money into our accounts first. Then the agent will transfer it over to our new identities. We’re all set. It’ll be a smooth execution. It’s 5:50. By six, we’ll be done, and by six-thirty, we’ll be all ready on our jet leaving the country before they put up one of those stupid magic grids or ban flying until they confirm her death is a suicide. As for Alexander, what’s he gonna do? That choir boy acts like he’s all that cause he’s got money and shit. His girl is about to be dead. Then we’ll see what he’s going to flaunt.”
