Vow

nine - travis

Taylor glared at me from where she sat at her desk, and suddenly I regretted my entire existence. Before she could stab me or shoot me or whatever the hell she was planning, I quickly headed for the door and escaped. No fucking thank you. 

Well now what the hell did I do? I wasn't sure if I would be allowed to stay with Taylor as angry as she was, and I wasn't so excited to find out what happens down in the red rooms she'd mentioned. 

Not sure what else to do, I left the office and took out my phone to try and order an Uber. As I logged onto the app, I heard a soft click and something metal pressing into my back.

"Don't move." Someone breathed behind me. "Don't make a sound."

"What do you want?" I murmured.

"Hand over the phone." I was told, so I slowly held it out. It was taken from my hand. "Now get in the car. The black one."

The gun was pushed harder into my back to make me move and I swallowed as I walked towards the heavily tinted black car. God, this would be a really great time for Taylor to appear out of nowhere like she so often did. But she didn't, and I was forced into the back of the car. The door slammed, and someone got into the passenger seat. There was already a driver, so the car was pulling away immediately. 

'You alright there brother?" A familiar voice asked, the passenger turning around to look at me. 

"Jason." I blinked. "What the fuck?"

"I believe the correct sentence is 'thank you', and you're welcome for saving your life." Jason rolled his eyes at me.

"I wasn't in danger."

"With that bitch you married, you sure were." Jason sighed. "She was days away from slitting your throat to get back at us."

"I assure you she doesn't care about our family." I folded my arms. "You're so below her it's not even funny. So what the fuck are you kidnapping me for?"

"To get you out of there, and we need information."

"I already told you I'm not giving up shit."

"Yeah, don't worry Travis there's no mics in here. You can tell us the truth." Jason glanced at the driver. "So start at the beginning. How'd you get her to fall in love with you? She obviously has a weakness, and we can use you to exploit that."

"I'm not lying Jason, I really do love her." I murmured. "She's my wife and I love her. I'm not telling you shit, because honestly she'd slit my throat when she burned the world down to find me." I didn't doubt that. It was something Taylor would do. 

"Wait." My brother narrowed his eyes at me. "You're serious? You love her?"

"She's my wife Jase." I insisted. "I'd die for her."

"Would she die for you?"

"Y-" I started to say, but then I realized that wasn't helping my situation by saying that. But Jason had heard me, and a wicked smile spread across his face.

"Change of plans." He turned to the driver. "He's our bait."

"What!" My voice rose, but then Jason turned around and clamped a rag over my face. A powerful smell overwhelmed me and my eyes fluttered, knocked out in a second.

-

When I woke up, my limbs felt stretched and achy. Groaning, I blinked my eyes open, lifting my heavy head. 

Then I snapped alert, realizing my situation was very bad. I was chained to a chair y my wrists, ankles, and around my waist, the chair in turn bolted to the floor in a small room with no windows and one door that looked very heavy. There was a drain in the middle of the floor, which I didn't like in the slightest. Good fucking God.