Begin Again || Nate Maloley

|| Chapter 17

"No need to be scared, gorgeous," Kalin said while taking my car keys. "I can call you that, right?"

I kept my eyes low. "What do you want?"

"More like who I want," he responded. He looks at all my keychains, specifically paying attention to the card holder keychain that had my school I.D in it. "Olivia Delaney...Omaha Community College. Good to know."

"Yo Kalin," Myles speaks. "We should take her back to the car."

I kept my eyes on Kalin, never turning around. He extends his hand toward the black SUV with tinted-windows - typical drug dealer car.

"After you," Kalin says. "Don't worry, I'll carry your treats." 

He keeps his eye on me as he brings the tray of drinks up near his mouth, sipping on one of them. I was then escorted to the car where they made me get into the back seat. There was no one inside of Dunkin Donuts looking out at us for me to send them some kind of troubled facial expression. They were all too busy looking down at their phones. 

I sat between Kalin and Myles. Myles helped himself to one of the donuts while Kalin continued to sip on one of the coffees. He handed the other three to the other guys in order to look 'normal'...like we were all just sitting in the car with drinks. I, on the other hand, was just sitting there, shaken up without a drink or a donut.

"Why are you so nervous," Myles said. "We didn't even do anything yet."

"Yet? Great. Can you please just tell me what the hell you want with me?"

Kalin looks down at my lap and reaches over, sticking his hand into my pocket & taking out my phone. "What's your passcode?"

"I suggest you answer correctly the first time," Myles said as he stuffed the rest of the jelly donut into his mouth.

"...7-6-2-6," my voice shook.

Kalin unlocked it and scrolled through my phone, finding Nate's number and tapping his name. He puts it on speaker, looking pleased with himself.

"Yo, baby where you at?" Nate answered the phone in his raspy morning voice.

"Oh damn, he's callin' you baby?" Kalin spoke. "Ya'll together?"

"Nate please help me," I cried. "Kalin's holding me hos-" 

I was interrupted by Myles forcefully wrapping his arm around my neck, his hand covering my mouth. I had to keep moving my head back a bit because he was covering my nostrils, too.

"Skathan, what's up old friend?" Kalin continued on the phone. "Listen, I've got something of yours but only because you and Fuckboy Foosh have something of mine. So here's what we're gonna do."

"Kalin, I swear to God if you lay a fuckin' finger on her-"

"It's a little late for that, buddy. We had to get her in the car and shut her up somehow. Real sweetie by the way, she was gettin' you guys donuts and coffee like the good little girlfriend she should be. But anyway, as I was saying- don't interrupt again. If you want your girl, bring back my 6 stacks, we'll be at the warehouse. You have 30 minutes. Every 30 minutes after that, she gets another bruise."

"You're gonna hit a girl? Only pussies hit a girl," Nate said.

Kalin chuckles. "30 minutes...bro."

"Liv, don't worry I'm gonna-"

Kalin hangs up the call before Nate finishes.

+ 

We drove out to the row of warehouses near the train tracks. They didn't tie me to anything or chain me to anything. I was just seated in an office, surrounded by guys that looked like they've never seen a girl before. Not to mention they had fully loaded guns.