His Sweet Victim

scape, if anyone remembers that" I trail out slowly, looking around the table to gau

rug his shoulders. "We l

that tempts in front of me. Without thinking about the men who surround me, I fill my plate with as much food as I can handle, and immedia

th mild shock, a reaction I was expecting them to have. It seems they are

like crazy," Charles mutters incredulously. "I haven't see

erstood that, but never really complained about it either. It's a gift, what's there to be upset

time a little bit of a smaller plate. Ashton looks at me with narrowed eyes, as if he is trying to figure me out,

empty plate and disappearing into the kitchen. I continue to munch on my food quietly, taking

interesting person, but I'm unable to put my finger on him, or what he is going to do next.

more, I think I'll jus

alls, giving me no choice but to follow Ashton out the front door. He opens the back of the van for me, but quickly stops and spins me arou

side door opens to reveal Lucas, just as Charles climbs in. We speed off immediately, tearing through the slightly fallen forest and mud, not slowing down for

as we drive to the unknown; at least, unknown for me. Even Lucas keeps his eyes on the front window, not saying a word or looking in my

this em

mployer, he or she doesn't seem like the greatest person. I hope they are at least a tiny bit as kind as Lucas is and are keeping me alive becaus

ly been in that direction down the freeway. If that is where we are heading, I will have no idea where we could possibly end up, not even a small idea. That thought eras

ice have at least been notified of my kidnapping, and if I can make it to the road, the best chance I have could be to signal a car and tell the person who I am. If we haven't t

gh

the door to swing open, and shuffle back before Ashton can exit the van. Like before, Lucas exits on one side and grabs the duffle b

r hand. He continues to drag me around the van, revealing a large, luxurious-looking mansion. I can't h

o the touch, my Converse slipping slightly as I walked up. The doors are made of deep brown coloured wood, just as smooth as t

have

if I was asking a

se, I li

loyer? Or is this not

us. They split as soon as we entered the manor, going straight down a hallway off to the right of the foyer. There are two staircases on either side of the large foyer,

back a bit afterwards. After a few seconds, a deep voice calls from the other s

rom behind him. I gasp when I see the man in front of me, knowing exactly who he is. He grins at me, his whit

they are a lot

't pos

much louder in the large, almost empty office room. "My name is Lucien Bradford, but by the look on your

nks, killing dozens of people along the way, and is rumoured to be a part of drug smuggling and has ties to the mafia. I only know what I

ask him silently with my eyes, what is going on. He f

A large lump forms in my throat and my heart plummets to the pit of my stomac

hostage by this wanted

t get his money? He has neve

guys had looked so nervou

fied of him, and th

I'm s