Rapire

nine: Skye

Skye

"I really don't think she knows what her dad has done." A deep voice says, breaking me out of my sleep mode. I didn't open my eyes, not wanting the men to know I was semi-awake.

"I refuse to believe that. She has to know something. Her dad must've left hints behind for her to figure it out." Ferro must've said this, meaning either Stephen or John were trying to defend me. I could hear how tense Ferro's voice was, leading me to believe his frustration was slowly turning into anger.

"Stephen's right, she seems innocent and unknowing of what her dad did. Why would her dad need a quarter of a million of drugs anyway?"

"No idea. Giovanni believes Sebastian was selling it to the top dogs of companies he was trying to get an important deal with." I inhale loudly at what Ferro just said, making it aware to them that I was awake. I still try to play it off though, but a hand was placed on my shoulder making me open my eyes and stare at my kidnappers sheepishly. I look down at my body, noticing an oversized black shirt covering my body. I grab a fistful of it with a small grin.

I look back up, seeing John and Stephen with soft expressions , but I could see in the rear view mirror that Ferro was glaring. Not particularly at me, but I knew it would be aimed at me if he wasn't driving. The car became tense after I woke up, making me cross my arms over my covered chest uncomfortable. They didn't have the radio on either making the tension more noticeable.

I can't believe my father had some source around for drugs. He never came off as that way to me. I was his child though, he wouldn't exactly want to break the image of "perfect" father to his only child. My mom had to have known my dad was dealing with drugs. That day I called her right before she and my dad were killed, she had a knowing and fearful tone. Like she knew something bad was going to happen to her and dad that day.

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"Okay honey! I'll be right there." Mom turns back around to look at me. She forces a smile on her face. "Skye I'm sorry but I have to go. I love you." I want to asks questions but seeing my mom in this kind of panic made me second guess myself. I decided to leave it at that.

"I love you too mom." Tears seems to glisten at her eyes, but she was able to blink them away before I could confirm my suspicions.

"Bye Skye." She ends the call, not giving me a chance to say bye. I sit there looking at my laptop screen. I try to come up with scenarios that could cause both mom and dad to be in such distress. Maybe the company they're meeting doesn't want to invest or my parents' company is losing money. I shake off those thoughts trying to be positive but it was hard. Just thinking of the panic on mom's face made me want to fly to New York by myself to make sure they're okay.

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I felt tears build up, but don't let any drop. I needed to stop crying. Crying was getting me nowhere. It wasn't going to turn time back around and give me the chance to change what's already happened. I also know Ferro sent aunt Harper and Damian a letter (blackmail) about the money and how everything would go down if they didn't. I would just have to hold my head high and wait for either the worst or best thing to come.

"Skye." A voice says sternly, making me jump slightly and turn towards it. A bottle of water and a granola bar were being held out in front of me with a sheepish John. I raise my eyebrow at the man with the scar, confuse with his weird behavior. I look at Ferro who was looking at me through the rear view mirror, waiting for me to do something. He gives me a slight nod, before returning his eyes back to the road.

I take the water and food away from John, giving him a quiet thank you. Downing the water and basically shoving the granola bar in my mouth, I moan in pleasure at finally having something in my stomach.  My eyes widen when I remember that three men were still in the car with me. My cheeks heat up as I take in all of their expressions. John and Stephen were staring at me with a lustful look, making me uneasy as Ferro's expression stays the same.

"Sorry."

"No need sweetheart. That moan could take any man out." Stephen says, earning a slap from both Ferro and John. I let a small grin lift up my chapped pink lips, before letting it fall again at the sight of Ferro staring at me once again.

I was still hungry, but I keep quiet in fear of being punished. I decide to distract myself instead by watching the land pass by. Trees with bright color leaves light up the hills and pass by quickly, making the colors blend in and leaving me in wonder. I think of home in Chicago where the leaves were turning all of the different colors as well and falling leaving the branches naked and ready for the cold winter that would come in a month or two.

Chicago was where I wanted to be. It was hard not being in a routine or being able to see aunt Harper and the rest of the staff. It was especially hard not seeing Damian since we became so close after my parent's death. He gave me advice and I gave him advice. He was the talkative one and knew exactly what to say to anyone as I was the complete opposite. My heart clenches in sadness and fear as I realize this wasn't just a road trip.

I was in a car with men that stole me away from my home and are now taking me to an unknown place. I knew I wasn't in Illinois anymore though. The scenario just wasn't the same to me. They were taking me somewhere and I felt that it wasn't going to be the best place. Maybe they were going to sell me into the sex trade industry just in case Harper and Damian didn't find the money. They wouldn't do that though. They somewhat need me, at least as a leverage to hold above my aunt and cousin.

Not being able to hold back my curiosity on where we're going, I blurt out my question. "Where are we going?"

"Brooklyn."

My eyes widen. "What? Why are we going to Brooklyn?" I ask in disbelief.

"See the boss. Plus we have to get back at the fucking gang that ambushed our house in Chicago. Can't just let them do that." Stephen and John nod in agreement

I didn't care about the second part Ferro said, all that went through my mind was meeting the "boss." Would he be just as scary looking as the rest of these men? Would he be mean like Ferro is to me? Probably meaner since he's the boss. It could be a woman though, but they were talking about a male earlier. Gio...Giovanni! That was it, but that could also be anyone in their gang. Just because they brought him up doesn't mean he's the boss.

I groan internally, frustrated, upset, fearful, and angry at the world letting this happen. I remember this is possibly my father's fault if these men were telling the truth of the drugs. I wouldn't be in this position if it weren't for my dad's negligence. I could be in Chicago right now, relaxing in my apartment or working in the restaurant but instead I'm in a car with dangerous men heading to fucking Brooklyn.

Clenching and unclenching my fists, I narrow my eyes on the back of Stephen's seat. My breathing became harder, feeling as if I just ran a marathon through a desert. My heart squeezes at the thought of possibly never being able to see aunt Harper or Damian or the restaurant ever again. Red crosses my vision, blurring everything around me. Bringing my knees up to my chest and putting my head between my knees, I try to calm myself down.

I could hear yelling, but I couldn't make out the words being said. My body lurched forward as Ferro must've slammed on the breaks. I continue hyperventilating, my body pulled out of the car. I was set on the ground, feeling the heat the sun caused on the pavement.

"Skye." A voice snaps, bringing me out my trance but not completing stopping it. "Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out." I do as the voice says feeling myself calm down, but not helping me get over the overwhelming feelings. "Better?" The voice questions as I look Ferro in the eye. I nod. "Good because now we've wasted a good fucking two minutes that could've been spent on the road. The only reason I stopped was because John and Stephen were worried. We need you alive and not dead. Now get back in the fucking car."

I wanted to snap at him, but I couldn't. That would just make things worse for me. I get back in the car, quietly. John looks at me with a concern look, but I just give him a slight head nod letting him now I was okay.

I go back to looking out the window. In a car with my kidnappers. Headed to see the "boss" in Brooklyn.