Unpolished

Kidnapped

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Kidnapped

(Playlist – The Calling by The Rigs)

This chapter is short but necessary. The next chapter will be out hopefully tonight, if not then I will work my tookie off to get it out tomorrow.

Isaac's POV:

We had been searching the small town of Huntly, New Zealand for three days with no sign of Jade. Each day we split up, canvasing in an ever widening circular pattern. "Have you seen this girl? Her name is Jade. She was kidnapped by this man. He goes by the name McCoy. He might be with another man, this one, named Hendricks." I would show them all three pictures, and inevitably be turned down every single time. Who know what that prick had done to her by now.

I saw a nicely dressed gentleman across the street. So I assessed him, and decided he didn't look like a threat. I crossed the road, "Excuse me, sir. Have you seen this girl? Her name is Jade. She was kidnapped by this man, and this man." I held all three pictures out in front of me. "Please. Any information would help." I was begging without groveling too much.

"Yes. I have seen the girl, but not the other two men."

"Oh, you're American. I'm sorry. I was expecting a local." I held my hand out so we could shake hands. The man gave me a critical eye, but returned the handshake. It was then that I noticed...

Vance's POV:

"Marco, I tried calling Isaac. His phone isn't picking up." I had tried texting, calling, searching on foot; I wasn't getting anything. I had even resorted to Corey and the rest of the gang who were in flight. Even the two technological masterminds couldn't find a signal.

"We'll find him. Maybe he had to get a burner. He'll show up. I'll see you back at the B and B, Vance."

I went ahead and asked a few more locals, assessing each before approaching them about Jade and her captors. I saw a well-dressed gentleman sitting outside a restaurant drinking a cup of either tea or coffee. I approached him. "Excuse me. I am looking for a young lady. She was kidnapped by one, or both men." I pulled the pictures out, and laid them out on the table. "Have you seen them? Please, any help would be appreciated."

The gentleman looked the pictures over briefly, before handing them back. "Yeah. I saw one of them men. Said his name was McCoy. He is staying at a place in Huntington." The man stood and offered me his hand, which I took. "Thank you for the help. I will gather my friends and head that direction. It was too late when I noticed...

Marco's POV:

I had just entered the bed and breakfast. It was well after midnight. The other two should be here by now. Walking up the narrow stairway, I turned on the lights. Right now, I wanted a shower and some good news. I wanted Jade to be safe and in our arms. Stripping my shirt off, I thought I had heard something, but assumed that I was hearing things. My belt was the next to go. I slowly slid it through the belt loops and tossed it towards my luggage. Unfortunately, I never heard it drop. I kept my breathing low and slow and took in my surroundings. Let's see, vase, a small table, my fist. I whipped around, my hands up guarding my face, ready to defend and attack, but there was no one there. Slowly I turned to scan the room. My belt was lying on the metal heating grate. I walked over to pick it up that's when...

Mr. Blackbourne's POV:

"Gentleman. I believe it is time. We are to meet Vance's team at precisely six a.m., according to the phone call. We're going to break up this so called wedding McCoy has planned. I honestly believe that Jade has changed for the better. We are to be careful, mindful, and sure-footed. I don't trust the man as far as I could throw him."

"Mr. B?" Kota spoke up. "You need to put your seatbelt back on. We are ready to land."

"Ever the vigilant leader. Thank you, Kota, for reminding me." There was something niggling at my mind. It was a gut feeling of some sort, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I could feel the descent as we headed towards Huntly Ardmore Airport. Once the wheels touched down, it didn't take long for the private jet to get towed towards the hanger where we would disembark.

Once we were released from the confines of our seats, we quickly gathered our belongings and headed single file towards the exit.

"If we do get time for sight-seeing, I would like to go to Huntington." Kota looked cheerful at his remark.

Gabriel bumped his way past me to move closer to Kota, "Oy, why the fuck is that?"

"Language, Mr. Coleman." There was a slight whistle to the left of my head. I saw Kota, Gabriel, and Nathan go down. I tried to holler to everyone to get down, but I too felt the sting and sunk to the ground.

A pair of blurry, black, shoes came slightly into view, and then...

"It looks like the rest of my esteemed guests have arrived, minus one. The invitations, said plus one. Can you not count?"

Vance's POV:

When I woke up, I was groggy, stuck between sleep and waking up. I must have drunk far too much last night because I had one helluva hangover. When I went to wipe my eyes, I realized that my hands were bound behind my neck. Pulling on them didn't get me anywhere as I was hogtied, and I had been gagged. Shit, I thought to myself. I heard a couple moans and groans in the room, but not too close.

One was particularly mouthy, "-wd -am, u-er u-ing, o-er u-er, ow!" Ah, Gabriel must have made it.

"Welcome, my esteemed guests. Don't think of trying to escape. Good luck trying anyways. Every one of you will have an escort along with a gun pointed at your head. If you try anything, you will be shot on the spot. Remain quiet, throughout the ceremony, and you will be allowed to leave New Zealand alive. On top of that, I will never enter your lives again." The voice. We all knew it too well. McCoy.