Theif 3

Chapter 7

The car starts to go a little slower before taking a left turn in a gravel driveway.

These guys aren't very smart, I just saw the address and they haven't even taken my phone, or looked for that matter.

After driving down the long drive we stop just before the biggest house I've ever seen in my life. The person who lives here has to be beyond rich.

Each man gets out. The gunman walked up to the front door of the house where two other men in the same outfit stood, meanwhile the other three men stayed at the car guarding me probably.

"Fucking idiots." I mutter to myself, "Dumb asses can't even see me. The windows are tinted!"

I pull my phone from my pocket, instantly calling Nash. The rings are so torturous, that I can feel my heart beat in my stomach as I frantically try to watch each of the three men that surround the car I'm in.

Finally Nash voice is heard. "Hey baby. What's taking so long?"

I can only imagine how confused he was when I immediately blurted out the address and finished off with, "These guys kidnapped me and there's no time to explain. I don't know what to do. You can't come alone."

"Fuck." He curses. "Should I get everyone or just Cam?"

"Everyone, I think there is a lot of them." I answer.

"Alright baby, stay calm, I'm on my way."

He didn't even say bye before hanging up. Leavening me in silence in the car as I hope things will go well.

I was in the car for about another thirty minutes when one of the guys abruptly opened the door and jerked me out by my arm. I almost fell to the ground before he pulled me back to my feet.

He forced m up the few stairs until reaching the giant white door that lead into the house.

"Get off of me!" I finally demand, attempting to jerk from his grip. "I'm not a dog! I can walk myself!"

The man seems to ignore me while pulling me towards the right at another pair of doors and opening one.

I look in the huge room full of furniture. Its all just as elegant as the entrance. My attention is especially struck by the chandeliers that hang.

The guy who grasp my arm, drags me to the end of the room towards a big wooden desk where a man sits. The man is old enough to be my father by the looks of him. But he dresses very sharp, very formal, just like the rest of the men except his suit is a dark grey instead of black. He smokes a cigar as he stares down at some papers on his desk.

"Sir." The guy who still holds my arm says.

The man nonchalantly looks up, blowing out smoke. "You're holding her arm very tightly." He states. "I told you not to hurt her you fucking idiot!" He abruptly shouts, causing me to jump slightly and the guy next to me to tense up.

He lets go of me, putting his hands behind his back. "I apologize, sir. It won't happen again."

"Do you not remember what happened this morning to your buddy? Don't fucking push me."

He was silent, so was I.

The grey-suited man looked back at the papers. "Get the fuck out."

The guy next to me didn't hesitate when he turned and was off.

When the door was shut the man in grey looked up and smiled. "Hello it's so nice to meet you." He extended his hand out towards me.

I look down at it then back to him. "You just kidnapped me.. I'm not shaking your hand."