Courtney's POV
I continue running for my life. Literally running for my life. Come on Courtney, you're nearly free. Just keep running till you find a road or something. Keep going, Courtney. You can find a road. You can get to your siblings. You can get home. Home. Siblings. Samantha. Adam. Megan. Family.
A gun cocking brings me out of my thoughts.
"Courtney, put your hands above your head."
I try reaching down to my sock but I felt a gun barrel press onto my back.
"Courtney, put your hands up." The voice repeats.
I slowly move my hands above my head and the barrel of the gun left my back.
"Turn around," a voice booms and I obey. When I turn around I see, I swear their whole mafia, pointing their guns at me.
The voice talking to me was no other than their boss. What is his name? I don't think I've ever been told.
"Alright, two of my guns are missing. Where are they?"
I remain silent. Call me stubborn. Courtney Grace Stubborn Naidoo at your service. I like it. Flows well.
"Courtney answer the question." He snaps.
"L-left sock," I mumble.
Spencer comes forward and pulls the gun out of my sock. He chucks it to the side and then pulls off both my shoes and socks. Why? I'm not sure either.
"That explains one gun. Where's the other one?"
I shake my head.
"Courtney, where's the fucking gun!?"
"I d-don't h-have it," I mumble.
I lowered my glance and stare at the grass. I only took one gun. Where is the other one? Why do I even care about their stupid guns?
"Courtney, where is the gun?" Their boss asks again. I look back at him.
"I don't have it!" I snap. "I only took one gun and shoved it in my sock."
He nods at Spencer and he comes closer to me. What is he doing? Why is he getting closer?
"Take your clothes off," Spencer orders. What? Why? He's not going to rape the answer out of me, is he? That's just stupid!
"I'm not going to ask again. If you don't have the gun, there's nothing to worry about." I'd rather be frisked searched. At the airport. With an ugly male. With missing teeth. Not that's already happened or anything.
Focus, you're getting off topic!
No shit Sherlock!
I slowly unbutton my jeans and slide them off. Shit, they're going to find it! Spencer grabs them. "Keep going," he orders as he searched my jeans pocket.
I slowly pull the hem of my top up and over my head.
I throw my top on the ground and hear Spencer coming closer.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Care to explain why you've got a knife down your bra?"
I didn't say anything, just stare at the grass. Why me? Why can't I just get out of here?
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His Girl
Romance| First book in "His" series | "I'm really sorry, but you're going to have to stay here for the next couple of months. But trust me, no one is going to hurt you when you're here." My kidnapper says, gently. "Trust! Trust you!? How can I trust you...
