The Contract

Chapter One

[Part One]

I groan as my eyes slowly drift open, the last thing I remember was getting in my Jeep before a hand covered my mouth with a piece of material, it must have been chloroform since I had passed out from it, low chatter comes from the front of the moving vehicle while I was layed down on the back seat, my hands tied tightly with a piece of rope, it was so tight that my hands started turning blue and it felt as if with the slightest friction my wrists were soon going to bleed. I shuffle my y legs, trying to sit upright to see who these stupid criminals are, but since it was dark and we were on a road with zero street lights, I had no luck with seeing a face, only hearing their low and deep voices as they talked gibberish. The one in the passenger seat must have heard my legs shuffling or felt my stare on him as he turns around, he lets out an exasperated sigh and smacks the driving one, the car slightly curving, "Elle est réveillée." He grunts out in once again gibberish, "Boss isn't going to be happy about it, you twat." The driving, one snaps with the most British accent I have ever heard, I couldn't help but snicker, I could never explain why their accents were so amusing to me. "Tu ne penses pas que je connais cet idiot." I had no idea what he said but the only thing clear to me was idiot.  "Shutup mate." Driving guy grits out as passenger guy switches on the light as he looked at me, he was quite attractive and I was far too calm than I should be. "What the hell do you think you're doing." I snap, wincing as the rope digs deeper into my skin. "What's wrong mon amour?" The smirk was audible in his question as he leans through the driver and passenger seat, his hair message and dark. "You have no idea what you got yourselves into." I chuckle, yes I was nervous. Who were they and what did they want with me? Why was the onei attractive? Was I happy to be kidnapped by some hot man? Seriously Amelia, get help.

I knew I read too much books the way I didn't take this serious at all, I might die soon.

"Why would you say that mate?" British boy asks, the car slightly slowing down as we came to a stop, I quickly looked out the window only to see we were in the middle of nowhere, sand and dead plants were all I could see with the minimum light provided from the headlights of the car. "Because you have no idea who my father is." I try to sound threatening but I couldn't ignore the fear coursing through my body, my wrists were stinging and I was sure they were bleeding by now, with every breath I took it was more friction and more pain. "Well you see Miss Amelia, your father is the only reason you're here in this position." Dark haired boy states, climbing into the back seat with me, shoving me to the side and I yelped as I felt the rope cut into my skin, "Well his not coming for me." I snorted, knowing my father hates me for not being the pitch perfect daughter he wanted, unlike mby younger sister Emma who was only 16 but already in the modeling business while I worked my ass off to make a quarter of the money she makes walking down a stage in a slutty outfit. Did I hate her? No. I felt bad for Emma , she had no choice but to obey our fathers rules, which was for us to be 'big' but it was never in me to be in the spotlight, I'd much prefer being a nurse at the hospital than caking myself with makeup to look good for other people's eyes.

Was I taking acting classes?

Yes, but I only did so to make my father leave me alone.

"Boss said he wants her alive you fucking cunt." British  boy smacks his teeth, glancing over his shoulder to look at us, "You're hurt." The other one notes, his eyes fixated on my wrists which were raw and tainted with blood. "You're kidnapping me but worried that I'm hurt?" I scoff and he rolled his eyes. "Not worried, boss wouldn't want his package damaged." He hisses and i frowned, "Who is this boss you keep squeaking about?" I ask rudely and the boy next to me chuckles, "Boss will like her ay?" British guy says as the other one starts undoing the rope around my wrists, his hands warm as they brushed against my skin. Both of us kept eye contact for a second before he looked away, clearing his throat before sitting back. "He does love entertainment." He says shortly as I stare at my wrists, purple, blue and yellow bruises were forming and dry blood stuck to the skin that was raw,  "It's simple mon amour, boss is our boss, your dad had a deal. He lost and now our boss has you." I rolled my eyes, thinking how typical it was of my father to bring me into his dirty business, being mayor a town really isn't that hard but he has to go the extra mile to ensure that I always got dragged in to it. "Couldn't you just ask me to get in the car?" I ask curiously but I got ignored as both of them stayed silent which made me huff out in frustration. "What about you, you're what? Spanish?" I look at the dark haired boy next to me and he just shakes his head, "French mon amour." He glances at me and I slowly nodded before leaning my head against the window, "Well thanks for asking what I am Miss Amelia, I do so enjoy your company although it seems you and Max are getting along perfectly." I wanted to retort something but Max already kicked the back of his seat, once again the car swerves and British boy slams the breaks, tyres screeching both Max and I slammed into the seats in front of us. "What the fuck Jacques?!" Max slapped the side of his head and Jacques chuckled. "The first time I hear a British boy named Jacques." I joked and Jacques turned in his seat, frowning at me. "Don't mock me Amelia." He squints his eyes and I rolled my eyes, "Get to driving Jacques, I am somehow excited to meet this boss who has the two of you as his bitches." I crossed  my arms over my chest and leaned back in the seat, both of them scowling as they looked at me.