Stockholm Syndrome (BWWM)

Chapter 19

I race to the door and try to fling it open but it's locked from the outside. I bang my fists repeatedly on the wood to get his attention.

"Sam! I'm in here!" I shout.

"Carter?" He shouts back.

"In the bedroom!" I call out.

When the knob rattles I jump up in joy.

"Step back baby, I'm going to kick the door down."

I follow his instructions and hug myself as the door receives three blows from his foot and flings off its hinges. Sam's wild eyes meet mine and I gasp from his appearance. He looks as if he hasn't slept in days and his hair is all over the place, he also has a huge gash above his eyebrow that is trickling blood down the side of his face.

"Oh, Carter." He breathes as he races to me and pulls me into his arms.

I tightly hug him back and cry as he holds me for dear life.

"I thought you were dead." He whispers. He sounds so broken and I want to make him feel better. "I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."

The sound of someone clearing their throat behind us makes Sam release me and stand in front of me protectively. I bunch the back of his shirt in my hands, afraid that if I let him go he'll disappear.

"Isn't this cute." It's Jimmy.

"Whatever you want you can have, just let her go." Sam reasons.

"Okay, follow me."

Sam grabs my hand and we follow his father out into the other room. I notice Liam is lying on the floor unconscious and my mouth drops open in shock at the broken chair next to his body. Did Sam do that? The gash on his face answers my question. Matthew is waiting for us with a gun in his hand and once we enter the room he points it at Sam. Oh, no!

"Release the girl." He snarls.

Sam's grip on my hand tightens and his jaw clenches as he gives him a murderous glare. "No."

Matthew walks up to us and shoves the gun on my forehead. "Let the whore go."

Him and Sam challenge each other with their eyes but Sam sighs in defeat and lets go of my hand. Matthew rips me away from Sam and tosses me over to his father. Sam stands quietly with his fists balled at his sides waiting for what will happen next.

"What do you want you bastard."

Jimmy smiles. "You know what I want son."

I watch as Sam rips out his checkbook along with a pen from his jacket. "How much."

"Ten million."

His eyes widen. "Ten million? What the hell are you going to do with ten million."

"We're going to spend it you dumb ass." Matthew says as he twirls the gun in his hands.

Sam shakes his head. "Even if I write you the check, the bank won't let you pull that much money out my account. They will need my consent."

Jimmy's arm snakes around my neck and he squeezes tightly leaving me little air to breathe. "Write the fucking check boy!"

"I'm not writing you the check until you hand her over." Sam states.

His father groans and begins screaming curses in a different language. He tosses me back to Sam, but grabs the gun from Matthew and presses it to my head. "Write the check."

Sam clicks his pen and begins scribbling down the balance. When he's finished writing he rips the slip of paper out the book and hands it to his father. "Here."