Stick to the Plan

Ch.16: Chasing Morgan⛓

I tried so hard not to speed, but I did anyway. I couldn't let Morgan die. I didn't know what I was going to do, I didn't have any weapons, but I at least didn't want her to be alone in this.

Many turns down dark roads later and I found myself entering a pretty nice community. I could tell even at night. The houses were huge, and each had a gate around them. Palm trees lined the street, and they looked sinister at night, towering over me and swaying in the wind like that. I shuddered involuntarily.

When I reached the place where Morgan's boss supposedly lived, my jaw dropped much like when I read the DM from Columbia records, which felt like such a long time ago. I saw Morgan's car parked on the curb in front of the large house. Well, mansion was a better word to describe it.

I parked a little ways down from Morgan, turning my car and lights off before getting out on shaky legs. I didn't know what I was walking into. I didn't even have a knife or anything. But if there was one thing I could do for sure, it was talk, maybe stall for more time. I didn't want there to be any death tonight if I could help it. I wanted to get in and get her out.

I knocked on the door politely, hoping they would take that as a sign not to hurt me. After a while, some big burly bald guy opened the door. He had tats all over his arms, and his knuckles were bruised.

This must be Marco. I clenched my fists at my sides in rage.

"Hello, sir. How are you this fine evening?" I asked before I was snatched up by my shirt and brought inside.

"State your name and business," he grumbled once the door was closed and locked behind me. I gathered my courage. I obviously couldn't give him my real name, so I made one up.

"My name is Elizabeth. Elizabeth Jenkins, and I'm here to see a friend. Morgan her name is?" I said, trying my hardest not to stutter or be afraid.

But as soon as I said 'Morgan', I was grabbed by the arm and led down the hallway.

"Hey! Let go of me! What are you doing? I come in peace!"

"Nobody comes around here in peace. We just caught your little friend with a gun trying to take out the queen bee," Marco said gruffly.

"You got it wrong," I said, starting to panic in his grasp. He dragged me down the hall kicking and fighting, and then made a right into a large living room.

I gasped at what I saw in here.

It was Morgan. She was tied to a chair by her wrists, and she was seemingly passed out. Her head lolled to one side and her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open. It wasn't a surprise who knocked her out.

"This is madness. Please don't do this," I begged before he punched my lights out. The last thing I remembered was darkness, and a blinding pain above my right eye.

And hitting the ground hard.

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I came to with a throbbing headache, tied to a chair right next to Morgan, who was still out cold. I wondered how hard she'd been hit. As hard as me?

No, probably harder.

I wanted to squirm and scream for help, but that would most likely get me shot, so I stayed silent. I scanned the room, disoriented and aching, and my heart sped up at the sight of a pair of feet in the dark corner.

"Good. You're finally awake. Now I can get to know all about you," a feminine voice purred from the corner. I shivered at the sound of it.

She revealed herself, and I felt an odd sensation spark in the pit of my stomach. One telling me to take caution but also one of curiosity.