Mated To A Convict (Book Two)

Chapter 8: Snake

Chapter 8: Snake

Dominic's POV: (Picture of Soren's snake tattoo above)

I jump from my sleep when I hear my phone go off. I groan in irritation and sit up. I look to my right and see Taylor's gone, probably in the kitchen. I smile to myself and stand up, scooting a piece of paper off of my phone as I lazily unlock the screen.

"Hello?" I answer, my voice deep from just waking up.

"Dad! I'm at the Cafe I-" Xander screams through the phone. He's talking so fast I can't understand him.

"Xander! Calm down! Just tell me where you are." I tell him, trying to keep him calm as well as myself.

"I'm at the Country Cafe down town! He has Mom!" He cry's through the phone.

"Calm down, Xander. Don't hang up, I'm coming." I growl, putting my phone on speaker. I run to the kitchen and sure enough, Taylor's gone. I run back to the bedroom and begin to clumsily pull up my jeans.

'Taylor! Where are you?!' I call through the link. I can feel her for a second, but she is then cut off from me.

"Grant! Lincon! Get up!" I yell. I slip on my shoes, grab a random shirt, and run into the living room just in time to see Grant and Lincon stumble in half asleep.

"He's got Taylor." I growl. It's enough to wipe the sleep off of both of their faces and they run to go get dressed. I grab the keys to the truck and head outside, Lincon and Grant right behind me.

"Are you still there, Xander?" I ask through the phone as I start the truck.

"Yeah, just hurry." He begs.

Going about 80MPH we make it there in record time. I jump out, not even bothering with the keys, and Xander runs to me from the entrance. He wraps his arms around my waist and cry's. I've never seen him so upset. He's usually the normal teenage boy with the attitude that say's, "I could care less".

"Dad! He took Mom!" He cry's. I lean down slightly as tell him, "Listen Xander, I need you to tell me which way they went."

He points East and I usher him into the car where Grant fallows to comfort him. My Wolf, Adriel, is howling in my mind, snarling, scratching to be let out. I slam my fist down on the hood of the already bashed up truck and leave a large dent. The snow is covering their trail and I won't be able to track her.

"He did it again." I growl, more to myself than Lincon. My hands still on the hood, I turn my head to look at him and notice he looks just as enraged as I am. His hands shaking as he glares at the ground. Adriel is slowly getting the best of me.

"He f***ing did it again!" I yell, giving the hood another blow.

-----Taylor's POV-----

A feeling of cold fire is in the back of my head. It burns, but it's cold. I open my eyes, only to shut them. I have a mind-numbing head ache. I slowly open my eyes, letting them adjust to the sunlight coming from the window.

I try to sit up, but fail. Something is latched around both of my wrists. I look up and see leather straps are keeping me tied to the bed post. The room is a familiar style. Cream colored walls, and white carpet.

Suddenly reality slaps me, and it has a h*ll of a hit. I remember everything from the Cafe, but what calms me down is knowing Xander and Nick are safe.

I look to my right and nearly jump out of my skin. Soren is sitting on the mini couch staring at me. He is leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, and his hands folded with that signature smirk on his face.

The same tattoo is still on his arm, a snake. It's a regular green color with specks of red on it's scales, coiling up his arm near his shoulder. It defines him. A snake.

He stares back as if he's trying to figure out what I'm thinking. Like he's listening to my thoughts.

"Are you just going to sit there and stare or are you going to untie me?" I snap, my patients running out. My tone doesn't affect his poker face a bit.

"Now we all know what's going to happen when I do that, Love." He say's as he stands. I cringe slightly at the name and glare at him. Something tells me that being nice to him isn't going to get me out of this one.

There's mischief in his voice. I look to the window and see silver bars over it. In the doorway, you can see what looks like prison bars. You can open and close the regular door as well as the cell door.

"Looks like you got smart." I mumble to myself. He smiles a bit as he walks up beside me on my left. That's when I notice he dyed his hair a light brown. He's shirtless, so I also notice the scar on his chest from where he was stabed.

He grabs a syringe from his pocket and forcefully grabs my jaw, making me turn the other way. With no care, he shoves the needle in my neck and the familiar cold liquid spreads.

"A one week thing. Keep all Wolf habits at bay." He smiles as he puts the cap back on and slides it back in his pocket. I wonder where he's getting this stuff.

"Once you respect me," He say's as he runs his hand up my thigh, "And behave, maybe I can let you out of your binds."

His hand gets to high for my liking and instinct kicks in. Literally. I pull my foot up and kick him in the stomach, causing him to pull his hand away and stumble a bit.

He growls at me and I feel what comes next before I even see it. A stinging sensation burns the right side of my face where a bruise will probably be in a few minutes.

The jerk slapped me.

He roughly grabs my jaw and forces me to look at him, his traditional poker face returning.

"Listen to me Pup, you'll either behave and grow to like it here, or I'll make this a living h*ll until you do," A sick smile comes on his face, "Got it?"

I nod my head, my jaw and muscles tense, "Good." He say's, letting go.

He then goes to the doorway and walks out, leaving the door open, and shutting only the silver bars with a cloth so he won't burn himself.

I settle with staring at the sealing, wondering if Nick has read my note yet. And wondering what he's doing...