Unthaw

Chapter 3

🔫CHRIS POV 🔫

I had sat at the bakery table for an hour before leaving. The woman who owned it, Sheila was beautiful if I was honest.

But I wasn't here for that. Nothing looked suspicious as she moved around serving drinks and baking after the college boy fixed her stove. I had taken delight when eating her strawberry-filled croissant covered in powder sugar. It was delicious and when I had told her so she flushed prettily and stuttered a thank you before quickly walking away.

Her curly hair had been inside a see-through pink hair net. Her large greenish-brown eyes were surrounded by thick black lashes.

She had slight freckles over her caramel skin and full pink pouty lips. She looked nice and sweet but my training showed me that people like her had the most firey attitudes. I sort of wanted to see that attitude. I wanted to see the fire in her eyes ignite as she frowned with her pouty lips and-

I pushed the thought out of my head as I realized it was my desire taking over my steady thoughts.

I grabbed my Glock-17 and attached the suppressor. The cold metal soothed my thoughts as I glared at the Bakery down the street. I had changed cars and I now had a 2014 Malibu with the darkest tinted window. I tucked it in my pants as I saw the lights go off and I doused a rag in what I called  "Sweet Dreams". I stepped out of the car and closed the door.

Quickly and stealthy I jogged down the street and slowed as she came out to lock the Bakery door. Standing in the shadows I waited until she turned away to the street.

I snuck up behind her as she muttered digging in her purse for what I assumed were her keys. She would find those but not her car. It was removed an hour after sunset. I gripped her arms to her body and covered her face in the rag while pulling her backward to the concealment of shadows.

She bucked and stepped on my shoes but I held tight and pressed her head onto my chest. She stayed awake longer than expected but went limp and I tucked the rag into my pocket. I threw her over my shoulder before quickly heading down the street to the car.

I set her into the back seat and I settled behind the wheel and started the car.

This was easier than I thought.

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I sat on the bed across from the chair that held sheila. This room was large but held one bed. Sheila's head was hanging down and her curly Afro obscured her face.

I sported black joggers and no shirt. After showering I always kept no shirt off and stayed damp with cold air on to stay adjusted to it. My hair was towel-dried so it didn't take on the dry brittle feeling other men had.

Sheila's head bobbed once then twice before her head jerked up alertly.

Her eyes were wide as she looked around then fell on me. She gasped and tried to speak.

I continued to stare and didn't move. "If you stay quiet I'll take the gag off of you, if not your going to stay like that."

She glared and the fire I wanted to see began to stir in her eyes. After a moment I stood and strode towards her. Her greenish-brown eyes followed me I reached behind her head and untied the gag. Surprisingly she stayed quiet. I dropped the gag onto the table beside her and snatched up the cup of ice water. I held the straw to her lips and stared reluctantly. I continued to hold it there until they drank some.

"Why- why me," she hissed. I set the cup down and went back to sit on the bed. I planted my legs apart and settled my elbows on them. You aren't my main target, Sheila your Bakery is," I looked her up a d down.

She frowned. "What the hell does my Bakery have to do with anything," she scowled.

"I don't know, you tell me," I replied calmly.

She stared for a moment before tears leaked from her eyes. "I don't know, honestly, it was passed down through my family," she sobbed. I held back a face of annoyance. Did she think tears were going to change anything? I sighed.

"Stop crying" I snapped and placed my hand under the fluffy black pillow to grasp my Glock- 17.

Her eyes bulged and her mouth dropped open.

"This isn't for you..." I removed the suppressor and took the gun apart easily.

She relaxed slightly seeing I had the weapon unable to use. What she didn't know was I could still use the pieces to kill.

She kept her eyes on me as I went to the closet and grabbed a shirt and boxers.

I dropped the clothes onto her lap.

"I'll let you shower, there is no way you can escape me. There are no windows you can't leave from and the door requires a code to unlock it, "I untied her wrist.

Your welcome to try," I waved at the door.

She shook her head and gathered the cloth and stood. I pointed to the bathroom door. She was unsteady as she walked to the bathroom with my clothes in hand. After she disappeared into the bathroom I gathered my gun pieces and tucked them into a shoebox and put them on top of the closet.

I ran a hand through my hair with a aight and lay on the bed. 

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