Pressure | m.h

C H A P T E R 4 - Shut up and be chill

"You know, I'm surprised she hasn't asked why she's being kidnapped yet," a voice said, dragging me from my unconsciousness and making me aware that whatever bed I was laying on sure moved a hell of a lot.

There was a grunt as I stirred slightly, head bumping into something cushion-y behind me, "she's a lot smarter than you think. The question she should be asking is what we're going to be doing to her once the money is ours."

"If the money ends up being ours."

I opened my eyes just in time to see Matt send Georgey a dirty look, before covering my mouth in a silent yawn, head still fuzzy but my mouth unable to hold back from speaking my thoughts. "What exactly are you planning to do with me?" I queried, causing George to glance back at me in alarm, not expecting for me to be awake.

Matt merely met my gaze in the mirror nonchalantly before turning back to the road again, "Now that is for me to know, and you to find out."

I made an unamused noise in the back of my throat before pushing myself upright, unsurprised to find that my wrists were handcuffed, but this time in front of me rather than the back. I ran my fingers through my hair and leaned back against the seat, crossing my leg over the other before once again meeting Matt's gaze in the mirror. "You know, what ever you are planning to do won't work. My father is the one who is rich, not me, and it just happens to be that he doesn't care about me."

George turned to look at me, body stretching awkwardly considering how tall and big he was compared to the car seat, "That's a terrible lie, Lily. The last time I saw that guy he was bending over kissing your ass – figuratively speaking of course."

I scoffed and couldn't help but smile in bitter amusement, "Goes to show how much seven years can make a difference."

"Considering how well you've matured... yeah, apparently so," he smirked, eyeing me for a moment until I sent him a glare that could kill.

"You stare at me like that again and I'll personally cut your dxck off," I told him, threat and promise clear in my casual tone.

He only grinned at me, a playful look I used to see almost weekly when I was little, filtering through his honey eyes, forcing me to remember a pre-pubescent Georgey who would have never thought twice about fending off bullies for me. "Don't worry, Lil, you know you're like a little sister to me..." he trailed off and eyed me again, but this time in a more observatory way rather than sexual, "despite how hot you are now... fortunately for you."

Seeing him grin at me like that, eyes shining in a way that was familiar to me, I was so damn close to letting my wall crumble as I almost – almost – smiled back, completely forgetting that he was one of my current captors.

"Can you both shut up, I'm trying to drive in peace," Matt said from out of nowhere, snapping me out my daze and causing my wall to slam back up at the same time as George turned back around with a chuckle.

"Oh please, if you can drive with half your head out the window and shooting with good aim, I think you can handle driving with a couple of people talking."

My jaw tightened and I couldn't help the way I almost flinched at that.

Shooting, he said, as in with guns. But who would he have been shooting at? And what the hell has he gotten himself into that he had to stoop so low he had to kidnap me?

Matt made a sharp turn and sped up a little more, "Yeah, well, some people shouldn't even be awake right now."

I narrowed my eyes at the back of his head and felt the immature urge to kick the back of his seat.