DANGEROUS

Chapter 22

Genevieve

I didn't exactly know where we were going, but I guess they're performing another hostage taking. I hate these kinds of criminals that gets that don't get detention without fighting-I think you know what I mean.

I looked around me. A typical old van and a typical villain sitting in front of me, "So where are you taking me?" My voice was void with emotion, knowing this bored me but it's better to save thousands of people than leave them be, right?

Hans chuckled, "We're going on a field-trip." I raised an eyebrow in confusion. Does that mean he's taking me to another place far away from New York? Away from Justin...

There goes the thought of him.

I clenched my fist. Who was Christine? What was she to him? Did they used to be lovers? So...I'm not the first one then? I shouldn't be surprised though.

It's not like everyone's perfect and all but not ugly. So I should expect Justin having hundreds of exes. Besides...

God's own hands created him, right?

I snorted and stayed still on my seat, not moving an inch. If these guys are planning on taking me as hostage and leave planet earth, then I'm going to have to need help to get these guys out of my tails.

And if it means by killing, then it's killing.

Before I could say another word to this bozo in front of me, I was held tightly by both of my arms and a painful sting on my neck made me wince.

One... two... three...

I could see too many sheep to count, and when I reached five, I drifted off to a deep sleep.

* * * * *

I woke up, feeling wet on what seemed to be like my damp clothes. I groaned, dizziness completely fogging my senses. I tried moving my hands, but I was tied up.

Damn. Again?

I, irritated, shook on the heavy chains, making loud noises as much as possible. I stopped as soon as I felt my arms getting sore from all the aching feeling around my body.

Where am I?

What happened?

One... two... three... four... five...

My memories snapped.

Justin Clarkson.

Olivia and Gunter.

Chinese mafia.

Christine (who I never even met).

That bastard Hans

I pulled on the chains roughly, making louder noises than before. "Hans! You fucking coward! Show your puny little face! Bastard!" I screamed loud, not caring about my sore throat.

I hear a chuckle. I gritted my teeth, "HANS!"

"So aggressive Eli."

I glared at the devil standing in front of me, "Weston. I should have known."

He claps, emerging from the dark. What was he? A fucking shadow traveller? Why the darkness?

"What the hell do you want now, brat." I deadpanned, feeling no emotion whatsoever. He grins, "Sis, I had to do what I had to do."

I rolled my eyes. "What do you want? Some money? I can fucking give you one."

"Tut tut, don't be like that. I only wanted to see you again. That Hans couldn't even handle a kidnap cleanly. I mean, what kidnapper never hides?"

I stared blankly before scoffing, "Can you stop with the games?" I said, annoyed.

He shook his head, "You never changed." He snapped his fingers and I heard someone approaching me from behind before taking off the chains, I rubbed my wrists and stood up.

"What is it that you need?"

He smiled, "Nothing. Just wanted to check up on you again. How's life with a broken heart?"

Asshole.

I snorted, "You're asking me that?"

He shrugged, "Mine's good. Thanks for asking too." He sarcastically threw a smile. He raised his arms and embraced me with a sibling hug. I know he may not be the greatest person, but he's still within the blood of the Stone, as me.

He pulled away and smirked, "We have a lot to talk about."

That we do.