A little longer than usual since I love y'all so much!
I watch as the sun rises. I had fallen asleep out on the porch, without realizing. When I had woken up, Landon was gone, and there was a blanket wrapped around me. I hop in the shower letting the warm jet wash away my nightmare.
When I reach downstairs, there's a tray filled with food sitting on the table. I poke it and its still warm, so I take a seat. I'm dunking bits of waffle into syrup and alternating between sips of the creamy rich hot chocolate when the jerk from before walks in. What was his name...? Dan? Danny? No...DON! Ya that's it. What a shit ball. He looks nervous, almost and at first I thought it was because me. But I realize he's looking behind me. I slowly turn, and pray to the gods that its not who I think it is, but... it is.
"Landon." He looks superbly pissed, but not at me. His deadly glare is aimed at Don. He takes a deep breath, and runs his hand through his messy hair.
His jaw ticking, and teeth gritted, "Why the fuck is she eating at the servants table? Wanna tell me, what happened to showing her around and watching her? Huh, Don?"
Stuttering and shaking Don begins, "S-sir, I..."
"Shut it. I don't give a fuck about your lame-ass excuses." Landon cuts off his stammer. He sighs and pauses for a moment, then an almost amused look creeps onto his face. He pulls out a gun and casually shoots Don's leg. He collapses like a rag doll, writhing in pain. "Get up and out of my sight." Groaning, Don drags himself out and closes the door.
"As for you..." Landon turns to me and I gulp. He smirks and pulls me by my arm. Aw shit.
***
"FOR THE LAST FRICKIN TIME I WILL ABSOLUTELY NOT WEAR THAT DRESS!!!"
"You don't have a choice."
"Like hell, I don't. I am not gonna dress like a slut!"
"Its supposed to be sexy not slutty. Besides I'm in charge here, and I'm saying you will."
"Well jokes on you because I don't give a shizzle."
Landon mock gasps and in a high-pitched voice states, "Oh my gawd, no one told me you didn't give a shit." He looks at his reflection in the mirror, hands on his cheeks, and continues, "Gawd why didn't you tell me?" Then dropping his valley girl act continues, "Guess what bella? I don't give a shit either. So put on the dress."
Turning, he strides out the room, and slams the door behind him. What a jerkwad. Sighing I slip the dress on, and step out. I mean I'm not an idiot, this Landon dude was a mafia lord or whatever. I didn't want to die yet.
***
"I cannot believe it. Its been 3 days, and you still haven't found her. Even though we both have chips in our blood. "
The black-suited man visibly gulped, afraid of the deathly calm tone Conner had taken on. Especially because he had just been spitting out enough curses to make sailor pale. He took a step back, wringing his hands together nervously.
"Mr. White, I told you the signal was disrupted, b-but we managed to pinpoint the location before we were cut off. We had teams search the area, but nothing. Obviously we're dealing with a pro-"
"Shut up Rogers. I know we're dealing with a professional. But what I don't understand why you and your team, who are also professionals, still are fucking nincompoops who can't fucking locate one teenager girl who has a fucking tracker running through her blood. Not only were you incompetent in protecting her innocence-"
"Sir! We didn't think that Mr. White would hurt his own daughter-"
"I SAID SHUT IT," when Rogers lips were sealed, Conner continued, "I don't give a fuck about your lame-ass excuses."
Next to me, Landon muttered, "Hey, your douche-y brother just stole my line," I tried to open my mouth to protest, but the cloth over my lips was obviously more skilled than me.
"When I hired you to keep an eye on my sister at all times, I meant ALL times, regardless of whether you thought she was in danger or not. Now I'm asking you to find her. No I'm fucking telling you to. You have 8 hours, find me sufficient information about the little motherfucker or-"
"Lets go bella, I don't think your brother will be seeing you anytime soon. Besides we need to get back my house, before that "fucking nincompoop" realizes the signal is back."
This could be my last chance at escaping. The thought hit me like a bucket of slime on Nickelodeon. Furiously I jumped and landed hard on the glass roof. Conner and Rogers looked up, and Landon's amused smirk turned to a malicious, mocking grin. He made an e corn with his fingers and swiveled in back and forth at Conner. Then he threw me over his shoulder and began running . Inside I could see Conner's vicious glare piercing through the glass as he ran behind us.
I attempted to slow Landon down, but he grabbed my legs and ran faster. By the time Conner got out of the house, we were so far away that Conner was little more than just a orange speck in the distance. I was too shocked to do much, besides sit there.
Conner is the fastest person I know, hell he's the fastest person in our state. He probably has at least 20 certificates verifying it. And Landon just sped past him. How even? I look over at him, and see the shine of sweat on his slightly flushed face.
His eyes flick over to mine, and flick away fast enough that I would've thought I imagined it, had it not been for the whitening of his knuckles on the steering wheel.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer."
Scoffing, I turn away from him and lean my head onto the window, staring at the rainy blur outside.
That's like my favorite line ever. If anyone even glances in my direction, I'll be like "take a pic, it'll last longer" and then I get these weird looks.
's probably why I'm still single...
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Romance"Landon," a voice interrupts, "a pleasure to see you again." Landon freezes and we both turn and see the gun at the same time, but this time, aiming for me. *** Alicia White has always been the black sheep of the family. The stupid sister o...
