FALLEN

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1

Makayla Brooks was in the trunk of a car, restrained... Her body shaking with absolute fear. She had no idea how she got there or why. One minute she was flirting with a good looking man at the post office, the next she was here.

Getting her wits about her, Makayla did the only thing she could think to do. She began to kick her legs hard. She made as much noise as she possibly could. She once read that if you ever find yourself trapped in the boot of a car to try and kick down the back lights... If only she could see or even feel her way around, she would have attempted to do that.

Makayla froze the moment the car came to an abrupt stop. She was so afraid of who was going to open that trunk. He was going to rape her, then kill her... Or just kill her... Or do stuff to her, cut her open, dissect her... Oh no... Panic was hitting home now.

The minute the trunk was released she needed to adjust her eyes. She could not scream, her mouth was taped, and she could not fight, her hands were bound behind her back.

Focussing took a minute, but the second she looked at her captor, her heart sank... It was one of the men who worked for her father, he was her father's body guard... Oh thank god, he found her. She had not seen him in over two years. He was her crush for the longest time.

Serial killer came to mind when she thought of somebody opening the trunk, not her hero. "What's with the carry on?" He asked her, he was behaving so causally. Like she was not bound and gagged and in the trunk of a fucking car! "I need to get a move on... You are wasting my time." What?

Joseph. Joseph Cullens... She began to mumble tyring to ask him what was going on. He looked down at her with his almost grey eyes. Joseph tore the tape off her mouth... That fucking smarts!

"Yes?" He had a young daughter, he brought her over to her father's house when he was looking after her. Makayla thought she was a spoilt brat. Pretty little eleven year old who thought she was an adult in the way she carried on. Always dressed like she was an eighteen year old ready to go clubbing.

"Joseph? What's going on?" He squinted his sexy grey eyes at her, boy she had always wanted to be with him. But there was something odd about the way he was behaving. Was he the one to kidnap her? That made sense, he wanted to take her back to her father's. Two years ago she had fled her father's mansion.

I... I need to use the toilet..." She blurted out. She did need to pee, it was the only thing that came to mind. Not something smart, like why am I here, what do you want from me... No... The smartest thing that came out of her mouth was she needed to use the toilet.

"Honey, does it look like there are any bathrooms around here?" He asked pinching the bridge of his nose. Where was here anyway? Makayla struggled to sit up, he surprised her by pulled her up so she was in a sitting position.

The dessert... They were in the middle of the fucking dessert... Okay, he was acting odd. "What? Why?" She looked up at his striking eyes, her voice barely coming out. She was in absolute shock. "Why am I here?" She feared the answer. Joseph tilted his head eyeing her out darkly. "What are you going to do to me?" She asked the fear evident in her tone. "My father... Does he know...?" Of course her father knew.

"How bad do you need to go?" He asked totally dismissing her concerns.

"Bad." He nodded his sexy head at her.

"Of course you do..." Before she could fathom what was happening, Joseph had her over his shoulders before he placed her onto the sandy ground. She fell onto her backside in an unladylike thump. She heard him curse under his breath before he grabbed her arm and pulled her up.