Beauty and A Beating

Chapter 3

Isabelle's POV

Feeling Justin's heat fall over my neck, I wasn't sure what to do or say. Did I want to be touched? Of course not! He kidnapped me.

"Uh.. I.." I said shakily, but before I could finish my sentence a voice interrupted us.

"I hate to break up your little fuck fest, but we have a problem." Asher spoke, his arms folded over his chest.

"Get over here, now." He turned around and walked out.

Justin looked me up and down and bit his lip. "We'll continue this later." He bit the air, snapping his teeth together and winking before he walked out. I mean, he was definitely attractive, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of owning me or whatever he wanted to do with me.

The walls in the house were thin and the room that everyone was in was literally next door. I leaned my ear against the wall, and I could hear everything they were saying.

Justin's POV

"What the fuck is the problem?" I shook my head, following Asher to the office. "I was in the middle of something important." I scoffed.

"You fucking the person we kidnapped is not important." He shuffled to the computer and pulled up a news report.

"They're fucking searching everywhere. And they're gonna be looking here with in a week. We need to get her out of here." Asher slammed the laptop closed.

I scratched the back of my head, I didn't want to be caught. That's life in prison, and I'm only 19.

"So what the fuck do we do?" I asked, throwing my hands up in the air with frustration.

"I need this money, Asher. It's not a fucking want, it's a necessity." I added, bawling a fist out of anger.

"We all need the fucking money, Justin. Pull your head out of your ass for just 5 seconds and think about someone other than yourself." Asher pointed a finger at my chest, making me stumble back a bit.

Everyone grew quiet as they watched, I looked up at Asher and knitted my eyebrows together.

"We have to take her somewhere no one's gonna expect." Daniel spoke up, trying to give ideas.

"No shit, Sherlock." Asher rolled his eyes.

"We could just kill her and then rob her house."

"What about the actual hideout? We can lock her in someone's room." Khalil whispered, scratching the back of his head.

Asher looked at me and I looked back, we both had the same idea. He nodded and pointed to the room. "Get the girl."

Izzy's POV

Stepping away from the wall, I widened my eyes. The only think I heard was "we could kill her" and "get the girl."

So immediately I was nervous. Hearing the door swing open, I stepped back.

"Let's go." Justin grabbed my arms and bound them behind my back.

"Where are we going?" I asked, looking at him over my shoulder.

"Somewhere, just shut up." He rolled his eyes and shoved me along, out the door.

Seeing the van again, I sighed. This is the end, they're gonna chop me up and throw me in an ocean or something.

Before we reached the van, I looked around to see if anyone was really paying attention, but it seemed they were all getting in the van.

I threw my head back, hitting Justin directly in the nose, causing him to let go and grab his face. "Fucking bitch!" He screamed.