We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

A Plot For Revenge

My heart beats rapidly against my chest, as I break traffic lights and break the speed limit. However, it's not beating because of all of the rules that I'm breaking, or because I'm behaving in a daring manner. It's beating because of Darcy...for Darcy. She's all alone with Reggie; I have no idea what's going through her mind. He better not have touch her. I would have called Harry, the minute Reggie called me, but after his threat, I'm far too scared. My breathing and heart rate seem to be out of control. Why would anyone want to kidnap Darcy? She is so friendly and doesn't make any enemies. Shit! I slam my palm against the steering wheel, frustrated as hell. I hate Reggie. I don't know who he is, or what he wants, but I hate him. From the bottom of my heart. I wish I could tell Harry. He deserves to know and I want his support desperately, but I can't. If I do, I'll be risking Darcy's life and I cannot let anything happen to her. She's my backbone; my support. If anything happens to her...I shudder at the thought.
"She'll be fine. She'll be safe." I murmur to myself. I don't feel reassured at all. In fact, my palms and forehead start sweating. Why couldn't it have been me? Why the heck didn't Reggie kidnap me, for whatever reason that he kidnapped Darcy? I pull into the Marina Bay Sands Hotel parking lot, speeding down the slope. My heart rate slows down slightly as I find an empty spot. At least, something turned out fine. I slam the car door shut, and lock it. Phone in hand, I make my way towards the lift. I reach the first floor, and rush out of the elevator. Room 505. Room 505. I mentally chide. I reach the receptionist desk. However, there's nobody there. I ring the bell, impatiently.
"Coming!" Someone yells, and then a woman steps out of a door that's behind the reception desk. She's holding a square, blue box in her hands.
"Room 505. What floor?" I ask her, without waiting for her to keep the box down or compose herself.
"I'm so-" She begins, but I slam my palm against the thick wood, stopping her mid-sentence and making her jump.
"Tell me the goddamn floor!" I yell.
"20," she squeaks.
"Thanks," I say. I run towards the elevator and press the button vigorously. The elevator dings and the doors open, without waiting for someone to step out, I enter and slam the 20th storey. The elevator doors shut and it moves upwards. I tap my foot against the marble floor of the lift, watching the numbers as they increase. Hours seem to pass by, before the elevator dings again and stops on the 20th storey. There's a board in front of the elevator, indicating which rooms where. Room 490 to 510 are on the left. Before I know it, I'm facing the room that Reggie's currently staying in. For some reason, my heartbeat increases and my palms start to sweat again. With a shaking hand, I ring the doorbell. A few seconds later it opens, revealing a young man with black hair. He seems young for a guy who is a kidnapper. Though I don't know if there's an age limit in order to be a kidnapper.
"Welcome, Mus." The man says, gesturing for me to enter. I look at him, puzzled.
"How do you know my name?" I ask him, as I step into the suite. From the looks of it, it seem like a huge suite.
"Reggie has told everyone about you. After all, you're going to score us our biggest deal ever." He grins at me, and I swear if this was another situation, I'd find him friendly enough to talk with.
"I don't understand," I say.
"I'll let Reggie explain," he says. He guides me towards a room and knocks on the door, before entering. My eyes land on Darcy, the minute we enter. She's sitting on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest. Darcy looks so scared, and her face is pale.
"Darcy!" I exclaim, forgetting about whoever is in the room and running towards her. She looks up and gets up as well, running toward me. Darcy slams her whole body against my chest.
"Mamma," she whispers. I stroke her hair, soothingly.
"It's okay. I'm here," I assure her.
"Are we done?" That is Reggie's voice. I know it because I recognize it from the phone call. I turn around, Darcy still holding onto me as if her life depends on it.
"Welcome, Mus." Reggie says, smirking.
"What do you want?" I ask him through gritted teeth. My blood boils at the sight of him.
"I want to talk." Reggie says nonchalantly. He gets up and motions for me to follow him. "I would advice you to leave Darcy. She wouldn't want to hear what I'm about to say. Plus, she hasn't had anything to eat and room service has just arrived." I look down at Darcy and she shakes her head vigorously. I don't know what's Reggie's plan. Sighing, I loosen my grip on Darcy.
"Darcy, have food, I'm sure you're hungry. These men won't touch you." I say, glaring at them all. "I'll go with Reggie, just for a little while and be back." Darcy looks at me pleadingly. She's begging me with her eyes to take her along, and not leave her here. With a heavy heart, I unfold her arms from around my waist and head toward the door. Before exiting, I turn and give Darcy a flying kiss.
"Mus, follow me to the balcony." Reggie says, walking toward the balcony with a tray in his hands. I'm close behind his heels as we step out onto the balcony. I don't say a word and neither does he.
"Reggie, why'd you kidnap Darcy?" I ask him, finally losing my patience. He's taking so long in pouring the goddamn tea, and taking out biscuits from a jar. Reggie hands me a cup on a saucer, with two biscuits, smiling.
"I thought we'd get to know each other before we got down to business." Reggie takes a seat on the wooden chair, and motions for me to do the same. I oblige, and place the saucer and cup back on the table.
"You haven't answered my question," I say.
"I couldn't think of anything else to lure you in with. I can't kidnap Harry and I surely can't kidnap you because you are selfless." He looks over at me and notices my confused expression. "Oh, yes. I did a background check and I've been following you myself for quite a few days now. That suicide attempt was a pretty stupid idea." Suddenly, Reggie's face turns up into a malicious smirk. "By the way, when are you planning on telling Harry about your reports?" My eyes widen in shock. He's seen my reports?!
"Babe, don't look so shocked, I know everything." Reggie says, proudly.
"Why did you want to lure me in?" I ask him, recovering from my state of shock.
"Because I want you to fish out some information from Harry," Reggie says. "He left some unfinished business in London, and I incurred a great loss due to that. You see, Mus, I need to recover all that cash from somewhere. Since Harry is the reason for me losing that money, I've decided to gain it back from him. You're going to be my helping hand; my snitch. I know this much, Harry will be smuggling a van full of gold next week. I just need to know the date, time and security measures that he's taking for it."
"I-I can't do that. I never discuss Harry's business with him." I say, shaking my head.
"You have to, Mus. He trusts you the most, and I want you to put that trust into good use. Come on, be a sport. Think about Darcy." There's a ditch on either side. If I don't obey Reggie, Darcy's life is in danger. If I do follow Reggie's instructions and Harry finds out, our relationship will be ruined. What should I do?
A/N: Hi! I would like to start off by thanking all of you for giving me the courage and motivation to continue with my book, by voting, commenting and sending me private messages that are full of your support. Secondly, I'd like to ask if any of you recall the name Reggie? He's in the first book, the reason why Harry was going to London. If you do, please comment because I'd like to see just how many readers read that name and went 'Ah!' Enough of my talk, thanks again, I am very grateful to you all. Take care, bye.