“That’s fine, babe, thank you.” I run my hands through his hair and he stares at me with lust in his eyes.
“I have to work tonight.”
“Okay; I’ll send Beefcake over to take you.”
“I can drive myself, Jared,” I huff out. “He can just meet me there.”
“No, he will pick you up and take you to work.”
“Fine,” I agree, knowing that will make him feel better.
When his friend arrives he leaves me. He tells me he’ll come by later and let me know what happened. Lately I hate being away from Jared, because I actually crave him.
I crave the smell of him, the feel of his hands on my body. He makes me feel desired, complete, and fully loved.
In my heart I know he is it for me, and no matter what happens I will fight for him. I will fight for us, and I will succeed in pursuing my dreams. This life that I’m living is mine, it’s noone else’s, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone take it away from me.
He sends Beefcake; I still think his nickname is hilarious. He tells me to stay hidden, and for me to do what I would normally do during my shift, and act like he’s not there. It’s not easy when an over-six-foot-tall man with huge muscles and tattoos follows you around everywhere. He looks beefy, so I guess that’s how he got his nickname. He is obviously the right man for the job, considering he saved me from Luca’s wrath. He’s very serious; he hasn’t even cracked a smile, but that’s okay. I feel pretty safe with him here.
As I pull into work he follows me; and I just ignore his presence, knowing he’s just doing his job.
Walking through the parking lot I hear a loud noise, like tires screeching.
“Erica, move!” Beefcake yells while running toward me, his gun aimed at something. It’s like everything happens in slow motion.
I spin towards the van that is headed straight towards me at an indescribable pace.
Gunshots are fired, so I start to run towards Beefcake. All I can think of is, ‘please, not again’. I can’t be taken, I just can’t. He’s shooting at the van and someone in the van is shooting back. My heart is pounding out of my chest. I feel hands grab me around the middle and all you can hear throughout the parking lot are my horrified screams. A shot is fired at my captor and he bellows in pain, throwing me into the van. I hear more gunshots and screams.
My body hurts from being tossed into the van so harshly. A man with a mask is holding my arms behind my back and covering my mouth with duct tape.
“Shoot him!” the other man yells as we speed away from Beefcake.
“Got him!” he shouts. I start to cry, not knowing if he actually killed him or not.
This is all my fault! I should have stayed on campus.
“Well, aren't you a looker,” the man in the ski mask sneers. I start to shiver in fear.
“Boss said to not lay a finger on her,” the other man reminds him. They’re both wearing masks, so I can’t make out their features.
All of a sudden I feel a prick, I flinch and realize one of the men injected me with something. My eyelids start to grow heavy, then I see black.
I hear loud, angry voices. I feel cold and sore. Opening my eyes, I see that I’m in a room. There is a single bed and a window with a chain lock on it. The door is straight ahead, so I shimmy towards it. My hands are still tied behind my back, as are my feet.
With tape on my mouth, I’m starting to feel claustrophobic. I try to control my breathing through my nose. The last thing I need right now is to have a panic attack. I have to get a grip and figure out a way out of here.
“I told you to stay the fuck out of that room. Leave her be until he comes to get her!” a man yells.
“Who the fuck is going to know if I go in there or not? Why not have a little fun with her while we can?” My heart literally feels like it’s about to explode out of my chest.
Panic is making its way up my throat, and I’m not so sure how to stop it.
I am tied up and incapacitated, and if he comes in here I’m screwed. I start to struggle, but there’s no use. I can hear footsteps coming towards the door. I decide to pretend I’m sleeping.
I hope my trembling body doesn’t give me away. I do my best to think happy thoughts to calm myself down.
This had to be planned to get Jared away from me. Whoever texted my phone knew he would trace the location and go.