My heart was pumping ten times faster. Someone had to of seen some of the guards we took down by now. Louis and I made our way back down the stairs. We slowed as we reached the door. I pressed my ear against the door.
“Whatcha hear, love?” Louis whispered.
I shook my head. Nothing. Slowly, I opened the door. I stepped out and saw no one. I drew my gun out an held it to my side.
“We need to find Zacko. Lets try the area we found Sydney.” He said.
We ran on our tip toes. The party was quieting down. It was a bit odd that there wasn’t much of surveillance. As we reached the other door, we listened. Louis opened the door, thinking no one was on the other side. I heard him swear, a punch, then a thud.
“We’ve been seen. Take as many out as you can! Use your gun!” He yelled.
I got out the door to a rude awakening. Guards started shooting as they ran. Raising my arm, pain started to resurface. All from stepping out of the helicopter, adrenaline took it away. Louis was throwing fists and shooting. It was quite attractive.
A punch was thrown at me and it slammed into my cheek. Right back at him, a kick to the face. A guy to my right, shot him. Another, another, another. As it silenced in the room, my eyes shot to find Louis. I found him near another door.
“Zacko’s had to of known we’re here by now. Let’s find him quick. There’s probably more guards on the way.” He said.
I ran towards him and got inside the door. It was another bedroom but had another door leading to a hallway.
“Is your arm ok?” He said, close behind.
“Yeah.”
Louis turned me around against a wall. He kissed me on the cheek.
“You be careful when we get out this door, got it? I’m still looking forward to us.” He whispered.
I nodded and he backed up. I opened the door, holding my gun. Silence. Not a soul down a long hallway. I held it up as I walked out, Louis close behind. My breathing became shallow and short. Keeping an eye on what was in front of me, I heard someone tackle Louis from behind.
“JORA! RUN!” He yelled.
Shots were being fired from the two of them. Then, a bag was thrown over my head. A guy picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I shouted Louis’ name over and over, knowing he was my only help. I kicked my legs and squirmed as hard as I could. My biggest fear replayed over and over. Becoming what Sydney had happen to her. It made my adrenaline pump faster. The next thing that happened was being carried down stairs into a room. Still blinded, I was laid on a bed. I searched frantically for my gun. I had dropped it.
“Don’t waste your time, love.” A familiar voice said.
I felt ill. Zacko. He took the bag off my head and smiled. The room was all ornate and I was face to face with him. I flung a fist at him. He grabbed my arm.
“Feisty? I like that in a woman.” He said.
As he spoke, he pushed me back down on the bed and hovered himself over me. I squirmed more.
“Babe, if you squirm anymore, I’m gunna have my men here do some damage. And we don’t want that, do we?”
He slowly pulled out a gun from his back pocket. He trailed it from the top of my pants up to my neck. I was ready to blow his brains out. Where was Louis? Liam? The search team he said he’d get?
Zacko pushed a fist into my damaged shoulder. I screamed.
“I guess I got you really well. I was wanting to get a little more to the left but, that didn’t happen.”
“It sure didnt. Because you suck. You’re nothing but scum of the earth. I’d blow your brains out right now if I could.”
I spat in his face. His face lowered in disgust. In two seconds, he cocked the gun, pushed it against my good shoulder, and pulled the trigger. I screamed as loud as I could. Bloody murder if you will. Pain shot through me and tears formed. I felt helpless. Zacko told his guards to wait outside.
“I’m sorry, love. It’d be better so you don’t resist in a few.” He whispered in my ear.
I held back another scream of pain as tears rolled down the side of my face. Zacko’s lips skimmed my cheek. He tugged on my pants. His cologne filled my nose and it almost made me vomit. I turned my head, breathing heavily. I was loosing blood. Suddenly, he was thrown off and onto the ground.
“Sir, we’ve reached Agent Jora.” A man said.
Everything started to get blurry. I was lifted bridal style. I looked to find a face. A man with green eyes, curly brown hair, and defined features was holding me. There were two other guys in there with heavy material. A blonde guy with blue eyes and another with dark facial features and defined jawline.
“Miss Jora, you’re safe. I’m Agent Styles. We’re going to get you out of here.” He said.
I sighed. Relief. Pain. Extreme pain. That’s all I could sense. Letting my head fall, everything went black.
