Wrong Place ✔

Chapter 41

Kimberly Jacobs P.O.V

My head was pounding hard, my insides were melting, well they felt like they were melting, my throat was dry and itchy, my mouth felt like I tried to swallow sand and succeeded.

My mind came back to life, and the gears in my head began spinning. I opened my eyes, and got the shock of my life.

"The princess is awake!" A tormenting voice came up, from one person I wished I never saw again, ever in my life. Rochelle.

I closed my eyes. I was at Leanda's party, we went with Mia upstairs to change, she drugged us. And I am thinking she kidnapped me. Which means she's working for or with this crazy, disrespectful, bitch.

"It would help you to wake up princess, we have a lot to discuss." She spoke up again, her voice laced with annoyance. She didn't like me very much, and right now, I was offered to her on a silver platter.

"What do you want?" I sighed, no help keeping quiet. I also wanted answers. And she better tell me.

"First, you are going to tell me everything you know about Miguel bloody Lobos, and secondly, you are going...well not that you have a say or I need your consent, but then you are a ploy, Miguel will look for you, but first he'll have to rescue his dearest mother from that monster called Carter, then you will help us take him down. And I reign." She said it like it was the most simplest thing ever, with a sadist smile plastered on her red lipsticked lips.

"Why must he rescue his mother from Carter? Whereas he can just come and rescue me?" I asked, what she said made no sense at all. I mean Miguel hated his mother and father for what they are. He wouldn't even dream of saving his mother. Not in this lifetime.

"Oh God! Must I spell everything out for you?" She exparated. And before she could torment me with her voice anymore, a man I never thought I'd see in such a predicament walked in. Donovan. Without Rochelle noticing he placed an index finger on his mouth signalling me to be quiet.

"I'll take over for now." He informed Rochelle who nodded and walked out of the room I was kept in. Lucky for me, it was a decent room. Decent bed, but with a metal door.

"How could you let this happen? I thought you were good! I thought you were a good man." I hissed soon as I realized that Rochelle was out of sight.

"I had to help them Kimberly otherwise I wouldn't be able to know the ins and outs. And what they planning for my son." Donovan queitly confided in me. I was confused and exhausted, I didn't know how to feel, what to think or what to say!

"Look, you have to pretend like you don't know me, for both our sakes and Miguel's." Donovan whispered again. "Stefano can't get his wife from Carter, he needs Miguel to do it for him, Carter wants to take Stefano's business. It is a long story buy if Miguel brings Genevieve back then you will be free, and Stefano will have his business." Donovan informed me.

"That is the most stupid idea I've ever heard. Miguel won't allow that. He hates Stefano." I informed him.

"Well he doesn't have a choice. With Rochelle being the one who has you? Miguel will know better than to put you in danger." Donovan said. "Miguel has to do it." He said, sounding convinced that his son would do it. Clearly he needs to know what kind of asshole he has created.

"Well, I suggest you hold on tight because you are about to know who Miguel is." I smiled at him. I had lost hope of being found alive. Miguel would rather have Genevieve killed than to rescue her, even if it is to save me. Who am I to him anyway? I was his fake girlfriend for my aunt's sake, now that she knows the truth, I'm nothing to him.

"Have faith!" Donovan said with more force and I shook my head. I don't need Faith or hope, I must just keep in mind that Rochelle and whoever he's working with won't let me out of her alive because my fake pretend boyfriend doesn't care about his stepmother and will never allow them to use him as a pawn to do their dirty jobs.

"Faith? Please, you need to be realistic!" I told him. "And how do you expect your son to welcome you with open arms when you have taken me hostage? You really need to sit down and let me tell you about what kind of a dickhead your son is." I gave him a closed mouth smile.

"I will be back! Just hold on tight. I will get you out of here unharmed." Donovan assured me and left in a jiffy.

Before my thoughts could consume me, the bitch Rochelle came back with Mia, the wicked bitch that drugged me and my friends.

"We are going on a trip princess, brace yourself!" Rochelle said and yanked me up by hair, causing me to scream in agony. Let me tell you, it hurt like a bitch! I thought my scalp would be detached from the rest of my head.

"Oh toughen up! Just because I was told not to kill you or beat you up, doesn't mean I will be nice to you. Not when you have what I want." She hissed, pulling me towards a fleet of cars outside. All the cars were the same brand, same colour and same bloody registration plates.

Smart idiots!

When we arrived to their private air field, but instead of boarding the jet, we were told the engine was out. Oh thank heaven's!

"It must be Miguel Lobos! He's onto us! Damn he is fast." Rochelle muttered angrily. And suddenly that hope and faith I didn't want to engage myself with? It did not seem like a bad idea after all.

"Let's get moving fellas. Different cars with all three of us in them. You know the destination. Be sleek! Let's go!" Mia who has been quiet suddenly spoke up and we all followed suit. I wasn't in a position to be asking questions or trying to free myself this mess, all I had to do was comply.

Lucky enough I was put in a car with Donovan as the driver. Of course I was pissed off at him for putting me in this situation, but at the same time he was the only one who made me feel  tiny bit safe.

"You don't look good." He commented looking at me through the mirror.

"I was drugged and kidnapped. I'm hungry, I'm weak, my head is pounding, my hands are stinging. Did you expect me to look like Tyra Banks?" I spat at him through gritted teeth.

"Sorry. We will get there. Miguel called me with your phone. That boy loves you." He smiled. And my heart picked up race.

"What did he say?" I asked, faking not to care about what he just said. But I am in love with Miguel, do you know how happy it would make me if he loved me back? But it just a dream. He doesn't know how to.

"He said he will find me, and tear out my liver, while im still alive." Dom chuckled. "And I know he isn't kidding. He sounded really angry." He said.

"Just call him and tell him what is going on because trust me, Miguel will tear out your liver while you watch. Father or not, when he is double crossed , he doesn't take it...well." I told him. It was sort of making me feel good to hear that Miguel was looking for me. That he might just care for me. That maybe, just maybe he feels half of what I feel for him.

"I will call him tomorrow and tell him what to do. I hope he listens." Dom said, judging from the tone of his voice, I think he pretty knew what was awaiting for him with Miguel.

"Well, good luck." I said with a forced smile. This was just about to get hard and messy. All I for pray is that I make it out alive.

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