𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐧

𝟎𝟑𝟏 - 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞

M A T T H E W B E N E D I C T
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113.

That's how many miles my car was going down the dark road with nothing surrounding it. Nothing but the sound of my engine roaring loudly filled my ears.

But that sound was overpowered by the millions of thoughts that swarmed my mind. How could something like this happen? The Carson brothers weren't anything... they were the same boys that could barely blow up a building successfully.

There was a thousand people that I could blame for all of this happening right now. Charles for even letting Celine out of his sight the night of the party, if he hadn't, she wouldn't be able to leave.

And then my little brother for not putting a bullet in the Carson's brother head like I told him weeks ago when this problem first presented itself to me.

A month ago, when the first paparazzi photo had been released of me and Celine, I'd received a piece of paper with all of her information on it. Finn Carson had a bad habit of making empty threats but for some reason I didn't want to my chances... I didn't want to see if he would actually follow through with them and hurt her, and perhaps that's why I actually kidnapped Celine.

Not to scare her or prevent her from telling the next person about my favorite suit color but because I didn't want her hurt. I didn't want her in the same predicament that she was in right now, her life being threaten due to her involvement with me.

Like I said before, had Micheal just done what I asked him to do in the first place the Carson's wouldn't have Celine. So, in reality, he could be the person to blame for all of this.

But in the end, it all came back to me.

All of this was my fault.

If it hadn't been for my selfish ways, Celine wouldn't be in the situation that she's in now. It was entirely my fault for getting Celine involved in my lifestyle.

When I saw her for the first time at Christopher's birthday party, there was a part of me that immediately knew there was something special about her. Although I didn't realize it at first, my interest of Celine went much further than me wanting to sleep with her that night. And perhaps that's why there was another part of me that screamed for me to stay away from Celine.

But there wasn't a part of that regretted not listening to that part of me. The only thing that I regretted was talking to Celine the way that I did that night that she ran off. If I had just listened to her, the Carson brothers and whoever they called themselves working with wouldn't have the life of thing that I cared most about in their hands.

All of this seemed to planned.

There was no possible way that the Carson brothers and whoever they were working for just decided to kidnap Celine out of nowhere. How did they even know that I cared about her? She's been gone for a month... how did they not think that she was dead?

My eyes glanced down to my phone screen, ensuring that the location that Celine was at hadn't moved. The Carson brothers have to be damn fools if they really thought I was going to wait around until they sent me a location.

I had no shame in the fact that I'd put a tracker inside of one of Celine's earrings, and then more inside of the metals of her bra just in case she took the earrings off.

But the last place where I expected Celine's location to be the compound. The same compound where my business was run up until a few weeks ago...

I parked my car right outside of the gates, wasting no time to hop out. My jaw clenched as I approached the gates, a discomforting feeling spreading throughout my body.