My life with Charles Mortdecai

A fight

Mortdecai's P.O.V

"We can't come up with that kind of money!" Sasha screamed, throwing a plate at me. "Oww!" I yelped, as it shattered on me. "You stole from him and now we have to come up with
5, 000,000 dollars!" She hollered, whipping another plate. "Calm down, my dear. Jock and I will come up with the money. You don't have to worry about a thing." I say, trying to get her relaxed. "You better." She says storming upstairs. "Come on Jock. Let's get that money." I found a painting in our basement that we haven't seen in ages. "This will be perfect, right?" I ask Jock. "Yes, but how will we get the amount of cash we need. I mean it is a delightful piece, but we need a lot." He replies. "You're right. We need a lot more money. We need a plan."

Sasha's P.O.V

"I'm going for a run, Mortdecai." I say, leaving the house. I get on the road and start running. Behind me, I can see a black van. I start running faster. I can feel my body getting weaker and weaker. I can't run anymore. I stop and hope the van will drive by. I was wrong. Two men dressed in black jumped out and grabbed me. They tied me up and threw me in the van. They drove away, as I cry in the back.

*45 minutes later*

They tied me up to a chair and left me in a cold and dark room. I hear the men coming. "Hold this." They demanded as they untied my hands and gave me a copy of today's newspaper. They took a picture and tied me back up. They ripped off the duct tape that was on my mouth. "Owwww." I whimper. "Shut up! Do you know why you're here?" They ask. "No." I say, shedding tears. "You are here because your husband might need some motivation to get my money." They say. And that's when I recognized them.
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