Hostage

hostage - chapter 2

Chapter 2: Millie

                If being kidnapped had taught me anything it was these three things:

1.       You can’t trust anyone.

2.       If you do as they say, you won’t get killed.

3.       And you will learn lots of interesting secrets along the way.

I still remember during my first year of belonging to HCM (Handel’s Cooperation of Men) when I would scratch lines with my nails onto the walls to count how many days it would take before Bronte would come and rescue me. I would curl up in a ball and know everything would be fine, because Bronte would always save me.

I know, right? How wrong could a girl be? To think of all the time I wasted thinking about how Bronte would save me, when I could be planning how to save myself. The only way I could think of that would end up with Handel’s men treating me like an equal was to become one of them.

Crazy idea I know. I hate what they did to me. I can’t bear to think that they are doing it to thousands of people across the world, but it was the only thing I could do to survive. So now, I work for Handel. The crazy psychotic leader of evil. After proving myself to him for almost two years, he finally trusts me enough to make me one of his top agents, sometimes known as assassins.

I know what you’re thinking. Killing people for a living is wrong and should be illegal. And, believe me, I agree with you. I wish I didn’t have to do this, especially when I have to kill people who have been working with the HCM for longer than me. It puts me on edge.

                There was a sudden knock on my door. I smoothed out my suit and opened it. It was Ethan. My tall, lean, heavily muscular and stunningly beautiful bodyguard.

“You have a new task to do.” Ethan said speaking loudly enough so that all the guards surrounding my apartment.

“You going to walk me through it or are you going to stand there like a lemon?” I replied harshly before he raised his eyebrows at me and walked through the door. “John?” I called down the hall to the guard. He turned towards me and saluted. “Make sure we are not disturbed. We have a lot to work out and discuss.”

“Yes ma’am.” He replied before he saluted once more and started talking into his walkie talkie repeating my orders. I smiled before I closed the door and locked it.

A strong, muscular pair of arms wrapped around the back of my waist as teeth nibbled at my ear. “Hey.” Ethan breathed against the skin of my neck. I spun around in his arms so I could see his face.

“ Hey yourself.” I replied as he started kissing my jaw. He made a trail of kisses starting at my collarbone, working its way up my neck, under my jaw across my cheek and finally onto my mouth. When his mouth met mine I wrapped both my arms around his neck and anchored him to me, whilst he circled his arms round my waist and pulled me even closer to him.

With much resistance, I pulled away. “Hey,” I whispered, “We have things to discuss.”

He groaned and threw his head in my neck, “I don’t want to talk.”

That gave me butterflies in the pit of my stomach as I pushed him away and sat down on the sofa. It took him a while but he eventually followed and sat down next to me. It suddenly felt cold in my hotel room, like a window had been open too long. I walked up to my room, picked up my warm sweater and made my way back to Ethan.

“You okay babe?” he asked. I opened my mouth to reply just as my mobile began to ring. I ruffled my hair before walking over to the coffee table.