My hero, my lover.

Chapter 19.

Chapter 19- The Ford Mondeo.

Alan's P.O.V

It had been 10 minutes since Rebecca had gone to the bathroom and he was getting curious as to what was taking so long. His pocket began to vibrate and so he put his hand in and pulled out his mobile phone and answered it.

"Alan's phone."

"He boss, is Rebecca there with you?"

"She was in the bathroom, why?"

"I just saw a few people chuck some lady into the back of the car from the back alley of the restaurant. She was in the same colour dress as Rebecca so I got suspicious and called you and is in pursuit of the car right now." She's been kidnapped! Oh no! I got up instantly and flew out the front of the restaurant.

"Where are you now?"

"Going along the Beckton River heading towards the docklands."

"Ok, keep me posted. I will get a taxi there."

"Sure boss." With that Alan hung up the phone and called for a taxi and climbed in instantly and asked for the man to take him to the docklands but he said that area has been shut down for years and so he wouldn't go there unless he got paid extra which Alan agreed to if he got there as quick as humanly possible in a car. The man let loss and slammed his foot down on the accelerate peddle and zoomed through the bustling streets of London heading to the east end.

Alan's guard stopped as he saw the car he was following had parked and pulled out the lady out of the back of the car and headed inside the warehouse beside it. He pulled out his phone and called Alan again.

"Where is she?!" Alan asked impatiently.

"Dock 13. The ford Mondeo has pulled up outside and she has been dragged out the car and into there."

"Sit outside and wait till I get there and then we will both go in there and hunt down her kidnappers."

"Yes sir." He hung up and waited patiently in the car and prepped his gun ready just in case.

Alan sat in traffic 10 minutes away from the docks and he was beginning to get really impatient. He exhaled loudly and pulled out his wallet, paying the man and got out the taxi and ran through the bustle of cars till he reached the pavement and sprinted as fast as his body would allow him towards the docks.

10 minutes later he got to the docks and was looking for his car that was supposedly parked outside the warehouse. He saw the car in the distance and was approaching in a speed walk pace. As he neared the car he could see his guard sitting in the driver's seat and the car was off. He walked round to the driver's side and tried to look through the window but it was too tinted to see through and so sighing he opened the car door and stared with sick rising slightly in his throat.

The was a gaping hole within his forehead and his torso had been torn open by what looked like to be some sharp tool. Perhaps a crowbar. He saw that he held the gun in his hand and so hesitantly stuck his hand within the car and pulled his gun out of his hand and checked it over. The gun hadn't been shot and so it must have been a silent kill. He readied the gun and loaded it.

This time the safety is off.

I'm sorry this was such a short chapter. I am over a friends and I feel rude if I spend a lot of time on the computer. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.~Jodie