《His weakness ; Her strength》

Leverage

This chapter is going to be an overlap of POV's from Davina and Hunter. They will be separated by "----".
Enjoy!

He took me downstairs and brought me outside to his car. He opened his trunk and showed a variety of weapons, rope, and a gag. He put the gag in my mouth tied my hands and feet together. I felt like throwing up everywhere. Tears streamed down my face from the pain I was in and the fear from the scenarios I was conjuring up in my head. Was this my father or people coming for Hunter? I layed my head back on the leather seat I draped across in the back of the car. I left my purse in the booth which had my phone and safety button.

----Hunters POV

I walked back from the bathroom, fixing my sleeves. I had a large grin on my face from thinking about her. My face dropped when I seen she wasn't there. I walked closer to the booth to see her purse still there. Something's not right. I felt a gun on the back of my head. My hands found their way into the air before I swiftly turned around and snatched the gun from their hands. Roles reversed, I had a gun pointing at him now. "I am only gonna ask this once, and if you refuse to answer then I will gladly beat you to death myself, no need of a gun to do the job for me. Where the fuck is my girl." A look of terror played on his face as he realized how actually fucked he really was. "I-I don't know, I was just supposed to take care of you, no questions asked" he stuttered out. A laugh escaped my lips "And what makes you think you could kill me?" I raised my eyebrows at him. "Ever since you have been with her, you have been so weak. We all figured the thought of her in danger would make you spiral, guess you don't love her as much as we all thought you did" A sudden confidence rose in him and a new sense of anger peaked in me, something I had never felt before. I tucked the gun in the back of my waistband before grabbing him by the back of his neck and basically whispering to him "I haven't gone weak, I never will. And I have no doubt she will be back with me in no time so you planned wrong. It had no connection to my love for her but it was a nice try. Let this be a message to prove I haven't only gotten more 'evil' as you call it" before letting him speak I threw his head into the steel railing nearby. I picked him back up by his hair and slammed it into my knee. I continued by sending punch after punch, with all the strength I had in me. He surprisingly lost the life in his eyes quickly. Pathetic. He was right about one thing, the thought of her being a target and getting hurt because of me, is driving me crazy.

----Davina's POV

My eyes had been covered with a blindfold but I had felt the car come to a stop. A cold breeze washed over me when the door opened and I was being pulled out of the vehicle. My feet were untied before we began walking. He held my shoulders guiding me in a path. I tripped over what felt like a rock and fell on my shoulder. I winced in pain and he yelled at me before bringing me back to my feet. Once we got inside of what I assumed was a warehouse, I was sat down and retied to a cold metal chair. I tried to speak through my sobs and the gag that now was causing my jaw to lock up. I could hear him grow annoyed at my attempts to which I received a slap to the face. The slap didn't hurt, I had been used to that kind of abuse from my father, but it did make me shut up before I got my ass killed.
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   I sat there for hours in mostly silence with the occasional mumble from a distance. Finally I heard footsteps approaching, my stomach sank but my head felt a bit of relief from the wait. I would rather someone give it to me straight, rather then making me wait only for me to create worse scenarios about what could happen.
My blindfold was removed and the gag was taken out- yet I still felt like I couldn't speak. My lips trembled as I seen a man that I didn't recognize, So he is doing this because I'm with Hunter. I knew everyone from my father's Mafia but hunters, I was unfamiliar with. "Sweetheart-" he started "Don't fucking call me that" a sudden rage came out of me as he called me by the name Hunter would. He grabbed me by the face and made me look at him. "For someone who is being held hostage, you sure have alot of bitchy confidence" he spat. I glared at him but chose not to speak again unless spoken to Sounds like a familiar rule. "Now all I wanna know is where your boyfriends safehouse is" He tilted his head, bending down Infront of me. "I don't know, and even if I did, you would be the last person I would tell" i basically whispered, struggling to even breathe at this point. Of course I knew, but like hell if I was gonna tell him. "Y'know I thought you would say that, I mean everyone does at first. But let me show you something that might help with your decision." He chuckled out.
My brows furrowed before my whole face dropped at the sight of his phone. A camera view of Sarah and her babysitter. Fuck. "Now, you guys should really run a better background check on your babysitters, you never know who they really are. Now, I'll ask again but this time if you refuse then it's not you who will be punished but her" shit. Is he seriously using a 4 year old as leverage? Disgusting. Smart but Disgusting. I hesitated on giving and answer but confessed as he was dialing was seemed to be the babysitters number. "4046 Paris st." I blurted out. He tucked his phone away. "Good job sweetheart"