I tried my hardest not to panic. I changed my clothes quickly while I called Michael.
"Hello?" I rolled my eyes at the person that answered.
"Where's Michael? It's very important," I said putting on my pants.
"He's in the shower...if it's so important, you can just tell me and I'll relay the message." At the point I didn't trust nobody. I hung up the phone and grabbed my keys and left. I dialed Mark's number.
"Where the fuck is he! Why are you even doing this?! Is it because I didn't want you?!" I yelled as I got in the car. He chuckled.
"That too but it's not the main reason why I'm doing this to him. You see, when you mess with what is mine or the people I care about, I have no pitty," he said. I started crying.
"Mark please don't hurt him...please...I'll give you whatever you want...just please don't hurt him-" I was interrupted by a beeping tone signaling that Michael was calling me.
"Michael!" I said trying to gather my breath.
"Hey, what's the matter?" He asked.
"It's Erik...Michael he's been kidnapped. Mark got him kidnapped from the apartment and I don't know where he's taking him," I said.
"What!? Fuck! Alright where are you?" He asked.
"I'm still in the parking lot," I said looking outside.
"Stay there, I'm coming...don't move!" I nodded at his request.
"Ok" I replied and hung up nervously. I tried to figure out why would Mark do this and who he was talking about. I thought about his injuries and started to worry about him even more.
I saw Michael coming so I got out the car.
"What are we going to do?" I asked. He looked around.
"Let's go to his house. We can't discuss that here." I nodded. As we approached the car, I realized Camilla was sitting in the front, applying lipgloss. I got in the back seat. I felt weird being in the vehicle with them. We got to Erik's house and I rushed out the car. Michael opened the door and we went in. I followed him to a door that led to a basement. He punched in the code and we walked down an illuminated stair to another door. It was cold down here. Michael went close to the black pad and scanned his eye. I started wondering, with all this high tech security, what could possibly be down here?
When we got in, there was a guy sitting on the chair in front of a lot of computer screens similar to the one at the cabin, but this was more futuristic.
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Michael greeted the person and introduced us to him.
"So from the security footage, they appeared as house maid and they left with a huge clothing bin, I assumed he's in there and exited out the back and into a black van. I scanned the license plate and apparently it's a stolen vehicle." I bit my nails as he was explaining all of this and seeing the security feed.
