The Sun [Book 3] (Adam Levine FanFic)

Chapter 23

-Adam's P.O.V.-

My eyes flutter open, I'm in a weird chair-like contraption made of wood. This time I have my boxers on and there's a collar type thing around my neck, welded to the chair, making it impossible for me to get out unless I untie it with my hands, which are tied down to my sides. Oh and of course my arm has an IV attached to it. I wonder what drug it is today?

I lift my head from my metal neck restraint and look at Danny. He's lounging in front of me, in a wooden chair with his feet lifted up on a cardboard box. He casually puffs the cancerous smoke of the cigar, probably cuban judging by the smell, as he listens to the quiet sounds of a song on his radio. His eyes stare out into the darkness held back behind a thin window and wall. For a flicker of moment, I see Danny for who he really is. Not some serial killer or torturer, but merely a sad and broken man, lost in the world, not sure where he's going or what he's doing. If the eyes are the window to the soul, then why are his eyes broken glass, with no one taking the time to clean it up. Seeing Danny like that, makes me feel... Sympathy. Yea I know, I'm crazy, the guy is trying to kill me, but I kinda feel bad for the guy. At least Whiskey had me to help her at her lowest point, which is probably the only reason she's still alive, but this guy... Nobody even gave him a second look.

Danny turns to me and a shield goes up in front of his broken eyes, glazing them with bitterness and hate,"How was your siesta, beautiful?"

I attempt a shrug, but my hands are tied so tight it probably looks like I just rolled my shoulders,"Eh, it was a little uncomfortable, you know, sleeping on this contraption."

Danny laughs, shaking his head,"It's a garrote, a pretty nifty thing you know."

"Oh, is it now? I thought the whole, bottomless chair torture was pretty nifty," I snarkily reply. It's not like I care anymore. I've lost hope for escape, I have nothing to live for. Whiskey is better off with Robert as a husband and a father to her kids. All I am is just weight for Whiskey, only holding her back.

"Adam, you know, I like you. You really did love Whiskey, but unfortunately, that didn't keep me from getting bored of you. In fact, I'm so bored of you, I think I'm just going to kill you, obviously not without extracting the last bit of fun from you. Oh, and I do hope you like the LSD and Sodium pentothal" Danny says cheking the IV bags. He looks at me and reads how confused I am.

"Sodium pentothal, is a drug that weakens your will, which means you would pretty much do whatever I told you to do," Danny says waliking towards the stereo.

-Whiskey's P.O.V.-

The snaps of twigs and low bustling of sand, wake Robert up with a start.

He looks out the dark window,"Where are we?"

"We're technically in California, but the border for Arizona is literally in the middle of that river," I say as I turn off the headlights and park just behind a tree, but close enough to the house.

"Oh, ok," He says as we both get out of the car,"So what's the plan?"

I pop open the trunk and lift up the floor board, revealing a nice display of guns.

"Holy fucking shit! Where did you get these from?" Robert asks with an extremely worried look.

I laugh,"Relax." 

I pull a .9mm pistol out and refamiliarize myself with the gun.

"I'm an Italian-Mexican, with ties to both the Italian and Mexican mafia. Why do you think I never go to family reunions or holiday dinners with them? Too much talk about family affairs," I say with a smirk,"I bought this car from one of my cousin several years ago at a family renuion and he must've thought I was going into the family business so he left the stuff in my trunk. I never bothered to take them out."