Chapter 3

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CHAPTER THREE

When he's not looking like he wants to kill me, some might say, he's nice looking. Of course, I don't. No, I just see a monster. I see an ugly person inside and out. Believe me, whoever he's talking to? Has no chance of getting any money whatsoever. Mr and Mrs Charlton will no doubt know who has their cats. Well, I hope they do. Crap, I hope they don't think I've taken them? While I'm panicking about that possibility, he's still talking on the phone. He's still staring at me like he wants to seriously hurt me. He's silently telling me to be quiet, and I do. I stay quiet only because my body is kinda in pain now. I don't think I could take a beating.

"I swear sir, it was nothing. It's just the TV. No! I mean, no sir, you don't need to come down. No, everything is under control."
Under control, my arse! His face looks panicked now. I'm guessing he doesn't want his boss knowing he's not only kidnapped cats, but a human. When he'd finished his call, I watch as he ran his hand over his face. He then looked at me again and his face changed to pissed before charging towards me. Then just as he's picking me up from the floor, his friend enters the room with the cats in their cage. All three looking just as petrified as I'm feeling.
"What the fuck, Ste? What are you doing?" He asked and placed the cage down in the corner of what I'm assuming is his living room? It looks like a living room. Well, I see a sofa and a little TV, but that's about it. There's a window, but the curtains are closed.
"The stupid fuck screamed when Mr J called. I had to tell him it was you with that fucking TV again. Now what I'm doing is teaching her a lesson about how not to fuck with me."
He's about to raise his hand, ready to strike me when who I'm assuming is "Vin" grabbed his hand. Ste snaps his head up to meet his maddened glare.
"Don't! Don't go there, Ste. I don't hit women, so I'm damned if I'll watch you do it. Now let go of her and sort this shit out. This is your fucking idea, now get on with it. The sooner we get that money, the quicker we can get rid of them."
My eyes open wide, thinking the worst when he says that last part. Holy Mother! Is he going to kill us off? I know he said he doesn't hit women, but some serial killers are like that. They like it done in a certain way. Oh God, I feel sick. He must see the fear too because he's tilting his head, looking at me with a confused look on his face.
"Don't worry little penguin, I'll keep you safe and sound. Once he's got the money, we'll be out of your hair. This fuck-up had dropped us in it when he agreed to be Mr J's slave. You see, he got himself a job and fucked it up and now."
Ste dropped me to the floor again and pushed Vin, telling him to shut up.
"The less she knows, the better, Vin! You're gonna get us killed at this rate."
I'm getting the feeling that Ste is running the show, but he's kinda scared of Vin, only for the sheer size of him. He's huge, like a big bear. Only he's not scary. No, he's kinda like a teddy bear. Now I am wondering how much information can I get from him? He's too trusting or stupid? I'm hoping he's a bit of both, just to try and get out of here. I'm hoping he'll be the one to help me. I know I've got no chance with Ste, so I'll just stick with the big fella instead. I end up grabbing his attention again, I need to know how long he plans on keeping me here. Of course, he just stands there unmoving. Then Vin shakes his head before removing my gag. But before removing it he made me promise not to scream. Oh God, I want to. Yet if I'm to win his trust, I need to agree to it just until I can get him on my side.

"Good girl. Now, what is it?"
I tell him I need to know how long and it must piss Ste off because he's practically gunning for me. Only Vin stops him by holding out his arm. He's stopping him from moving any closer to me.
"Bitch, you'll be here for as long as I need you to be. Trust me, if I had it my way, you'd be dead by now."
The second he says that word again, I give him my best death glare.
"Call me a bitch! One more time and you'll regret it, Stefan! I swear as soon as I get an opportunity, I'm kicking you in the bastard balls!" I tell him and Vin throws his head back. Once again, he's laughing.
"Oh man, I can't wait for that."
"Shut it, Vin! Or I'll tell her all about your little secrets."
He's just staring at him. Almost daring him to carry on, and now I'm wondering about his secrets. I cannot imagine them being juicy ones, but judging by Vin's reaction to him saying it? Well, I'm guessing it's something he truly doesn't want him to share. Well, because he's backing off while holding his hands up. I end up sighing, only to wince when I feel pain hit my body. I'm going to have a few ugly bruises.
"Did you at least grab my things from my room? I'm a girl, I need things. I mean, you seriously can't expect me to stay in my PJs', can you?"
His eyes shoot open again, and then he gets right in my face. He's telling me, this isn't a fucking holiday camp.
"You're only here because you've seen me you know who I am. Christ's sake, you weren't supposed to come down and see us. We-" Before he could carry on, I tell him, I probably wouldn't have. "I'd be fast asleep by now if you hadn't made so much fucking noise, wouldn't I? You fucking idiot the amount of noise you were making I'm surprised the neighbours didn't hear you. Hell, the police are probably already there now. They'll be collecting the hobbit footprints, ones you'd left behind on the white floors. Yes, they're all over it. I'm only guessing here, but you'd walked over the wet grass. Trust me, you didn't need to kidnap me, just for fear I'll snitch on you. Seriously, you've done that all on your own. Did you even wear gloves at least?"
He falters and while his brows nip together, he looks down at his bare hands. Seeing them, I shook my head.
"Amateurs! Rule number one; always wears gloves and rule number two; never stand on wet grass! Shit the bed. For an idiot who's spent his life robbing people, you'd think you would learn a few things along the way. I've never stolen a thing in my life, but even I know that rule. Jesus, your boss must be so proud. No wonder you don't want him down here; he'd probably kick your arse for fucking up again."

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