Ghost- Enemies to Lovers

CRASH AND BURN

How many hours have you been chained up to this chair. Two? Three? Eight? You had lost track after head butting the target in the nose, the minute your limbs were useful again. Admittedly, it probably wasn't the best decision but he had threatened your fami- friends. Your friends.

Of course you knew it was a empty threat, his men wouldn't make it five minutes trying to infiltrate the base, but you really wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. Whipping your head forward fast, you heard the crunch of his nose upon impact.

You anticipated his retaliation as his hand hit you hard across the face.

"Fucking bitch-"

The air turns icy as you laugh and he grabs your cheeks squeezing them together so forcefully you can't hold back a wince.

"What the hell is so damn funny?"

Blood filled your mouth likely from skin splitting across your lip. The pain doesn't stop you from spitting it back at him as you say, "You can try torturing me as much as you want but I'm not telling you a single thing about myself, the team, or even the fucking weather. Maybe you should get a team that's more competent on digging up dirt, I mean its kinda pathetic really."

His hand rises to wipe your blood off his face, "What's pathetic is that your team hasn't found you yet? I wonder if they're even looking. If they even care? You're probably more trouble than you worth with that mouth on you. Who knows, they might be thanking me for taking you off their hands."

Deep down you had been asking yourself those same questions. Were they looking for you or moving on with their lives. They were fine before you and they would be fine without you right?

Sure you and Ghost were complicated but you had convinced yourself he only liked the push and pull, the tension, and the angst between you too. He didn't actually like you, he liked your defiance, your brattiness, and fire. Nothing more.

You were expendable, to him and the team.

"Doesn't matter anyway," interrupting your thoughts he continues, "you've already made me a very rich man."

"What," you ask in shock. There's no way he auctioned you off to the highest bidder when they knew absolutely nothing about you. The buzz of electricity from the lights above your head fills your ears as blood begins to rush.

Two men enter the room and he lets go of your face stepping back, "I'm a little shocked as well. He even went above asking price. You must really be something special."

Your mind was reeling trying to figure out who was crazy enough to buy a person, let alone someone they knew absolutely nothing about.

He gives you one last smirk before ordering his men to unchain you and tie your hands up. The next minute your being forced to walk back up the stairs you were carried down. You're pushed through a door two stories up, opening into a parking garage. One unmarked black Tahoe was parked and your body froze.

"Keep walking sweetheart, we're going for a ride."

"Go to hell."

Shrugging his shoulder he grabs you by the hair, "I tried the nice way."

He pulls you towards the car giving you no choice but to follow. He practically throws you in the backseat of the car, slamming it shut behind you. He rounds the other side and hops in followed by two of his other men, the driver, and a passenger.

No way in hell were you letting him take you to whoever bought you. If the team was looking for you, they would never be able to find you.

You had no choice but to wait it out until an opportunity to escape presents itself.