Simply him.

Chapter 19

"I love you too." I smiled, jumping into bed, making him leave. ha! I made Shane leave.

-------Next day-------

Jessi: What are you doing later?

Shane: Nothing, why?

Jessi: Just wondering ;)

Shane: Jessi you better tell me or i will tickle you when i come over

Jessi: Well damn, okay. Want to come over for dinner and watch movies like last night?

Shane: Ha, ya sure. What time, 6?

Jessi: Yeah, see you then

Shane: See ya then babe ;)

I chuckled placing my phone down beside me, glancing up at the time, 4:15pm. I have just enough time to get ready and make dinner. I smiled, jumping off my bed imagining what tonight would look like. I had a slight feeling we would be doing more kissing than watching movies, but hey, im not complaining!

I walked over to my soft, plush, bench and looked up at my reflection. The first thing i saw was my monsterous, disasterous, and knotty hair. You could even see it with my hair up in a lazy pony.

I reached for my detangler spray and comb, that's laying on the hard, white, plastic shelf near my reflection surface.

Gripping the spray i squirt it all over my hair, inhaling the beautiful strawberry smell it gives off.

Snatching my ends i start combing through the knots, and finally making my way up to my scalp, finishing my hair adventure.

I apply light make up, and change into some nice clothes. Its finally fall, so i slip on my dot tights, a high waisted pair of blue denim shorts, leather jacket, white flowy top, black combat booties, and a maroon scarf. I smile in my reflection, jumping downstairs, into my car.

I finally get out of the store and put all my bags in the backseat of my car. Letting my fingers explore the soft, black quilted fabric on the seat, inhaling the smell of my citrus air freshener. I'm about to jump in the driver seat, when i feel a hand, wrap around my wrist. I let out a little shreek, and turn around to come face to face with Charlie.

"Let go Charlie!" I scream, hoping he would get the message.

He smirks, "No can do Princess, my boss wants to have a word with the little slut that's been hanging out with his nephew." He murmmered.

"I'm not a slut. Back the fuck off!" I said, trying to sound confident.

"Like i said, no can do. Lets go!" He gripped my wrist tighter, digging his nails into my flesh, leading us back to a black 2012 SUV.

"Get in the car." He demanded, looking pleased when i reached the seat and sat quietly. "Good. You listen, that's a surprise." He laughed, reaching into the back where i was sitting, gripping a black tie, placing it into my mouth, and a black eye mask. "Lights out, sweets." He said laughing, listening to me try to scream.

The tie masked my screams, eventually making me give up, sitting quietly thinking.

Does Shane know that i'm missing? Does Shane care if i'm gone? What did Shane have to do with these people, besides being related to the 'boss'? Will he come help me?

My thoughts were cut off, by the car stopping and Charlie's booming voice, "Get out of the car!" When i didn't move, he gripped my wrist and dragged me out, and threw me down onto the floor. I let my hands explore the flooring. I recognized the cold, hard, scratchy surface i know as concrete. I tried to hold back the pain and tears that were welling up in my eyes from the harsh fall.

"Get up!" Charlie boomed once again. Quickly standing onto my feet, i stayed there waiting for him to lead me to wherever. "LETS GO!" He hissed, dragging me through a door.

A few minutes later i was pushed down into a cold, metal chair. My hands, and legs were quickly tied up roughly. I felt a hand on my face, gripping off the eye mask, and another person throwing off the tie in my mouth. I saw Charlie, and a slightly shorter male with brown hair, and muscles.

"So, this is the whore eh?" The slightly shorter man asked, turning over to Charlie, with questionable eyes. He nodded, earning them a glare from me, "I'm not a slut or whore!" I hissed.

"Honey, don't be ashamed its okay. Here there is no judgment." His eyes skimmed over my body, and stopped on my breasts. I shot him a look, to which he smiled and looked back up to my face, "Sorry babe." He hissed.

I felt a small pressure on my forehead, i looked and saw a person next to me smirking. "Well, well, well. Look who the dog dragged in. Miss. Jessi Vine. I'm Shane's uncle, Josh. I'm gonna warn you right now, he's not worth it. The only people who care about him is you and his friends. But i can't force you to stop loving him, but i'm warning you, that you or him will end up dead." The man next to me hissed, laughing slightly, as he pressed the object into me head harder.

"What do you have on my head?" I asked calmly.

"Oh this?" He asked, bringing the object close to my eyes, my heart froze, "Just an Ak 47. You will answer my questions, and if i don't believe you, i will shoot you. Its very simple really." He smiled, bringing the gun back to my forehead. I breathed heavily, realizing i was probably going to die, or be tortured.

"So question one, Why do you love my nephew?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Because he is super sweet, kind, gentle, funny, loving, and really amazing." I breathed, relaxing.

"Do you know what he did?"

"Clarify that please." I asked kindly.

"Humph. What he did, to get you both into this situation."

"Oh, that. Not really."

"Well he killed my only son because your little Shane tried to leave the gang, and he did successfully, however my great son tried to get him to stay. Things got violent and he shot him in the heart. I blame Shane for his death." He said Shane's name like it was venom on his tongue.

"So where do i come in all of this?" I asked.

"He killed the only person i truly love, so i want him to know what its like to kill the only person he loves."

My breath hitched in my throat. I really am gonna die. "O-Okay."

"Awww, did big bad Josh scare you? I mean all i did was answer your question on where you come in."

He licked his lip lightly, removing the gun from my head, and coming to look at me. "Until you 'knight in shining armor' comes to save you, i will have my gang deal with you. I'm sure they won't mind hurting a girl."

I was thrown into a room, and met by two men looking around the age of 22. They lurched forward, taking inching steps closer to me.

When the tallest one reached me he placed his cold, clammy hand onto my face with much power. I yelped in pain, but pushed back the pricking of tears trying to escape, I can't let them see the pain, i need to do this for Shane.

The other man reached me and clenched his fist, welcoming it to my jaw