The Heartbreaker Knows How to Love (#3)

2. the heartbreaker gets slapped

Those McChickens were good. With a full stomach, I'm happy and walking home with a smile on my face.

The sound of a branch breaking makes me pause in my track. I look around to see where the noise came from but there's no one in sight causing my eyebrows to furrow in confusion.

I continue walking and I can't shake the feeling that someone is following me. Feeling scared and nervous, I speed up my pace and try to lose them by quickly turning around the corner but the loud sound of a car engine makes me stop.

I turn around to see a car speeding to the side of the street beside me with a confused stare. What's going on?

I suddenly feel a strong grip on my arms. I turn my face behind me to see a muscular guy holding tightly onto me. The sound of the car door opening distracts me.

"What are you-" he quickly force me into the car and get in to sit next to me. The door closes and the car speed away.

"What the hell!" I scream out.

"Quiet!" The muscular guy from the passenger seat order. "Scream all you want. No one's going to hear you." I keep quiet, afraid that he'll do something to me if I don't.

What the hell do they want with me? Oh god, I don't want to die.

I sit in silence, dreading what's to come.

After about 10 minutes, they enter into a dark alleyway and stop the car right next to a door on the wall. The scary guy next to me gets out and grab my arm to drag me out of the car against my will.

"Let me go!" I scream at him but he just ignores me and drag me inside the building. Once inside, I can hear the faint background music. The lights are quite dim. The awful smell of alcohol and smoke fills my nostril as much as I resist it. If I'm not wrong, this is a nightclub.

They drag me through the dim hallway and up the stairs through a door that leads to what looks like an office. The guy lets go of me once we're in the room.

In front of me is a desk filled with paperwork, binders, and a laptop in the middle. The chair is facing the other way which makes me wonder if there's someone sitting in it.

I look around me and notice that there's two bodyguards guarding the door. On my right is a pretty big window that you could see everything that's happening downstairs. My guess about this place being a nightclub is correct once I see, through the window, a bunch of people rubbing their bodies against each other on the dance floor and people sitting on the bar stool at the corner drinking and cheering.

"Hello, Casey Smith." The chair behind the desk spins around and I find myself looking at a familiar face. His icy blue eyes stare at me with amusement.

I've seen him around our neighborhood before. I've always wondered why a man like him, wearing $500 suits, was wandering around in our neighborhood for.

He's muscular and intimidating as if no one could mess with him. But as much as he is intimidating, he's handsome which makes him even more dangerous.

"Who are you?" I asks with curiosity. How does he even know my name?

He smiles at my question which makes him less intimidating to me now. "I'm Caspian Morgan."

"What do you want with me? Don't you know kidnapping is illegal?" I snap at him, fighting back.

He scoff at my reaction and smirk, "I like a girl who's feisty." He gets up from his seat and walk around his desk.

"Your dad owes me $10,000 and hasn't been paying up. I've already given him a few months and he's running out of time." He lean back on his desk and face me with determination twinkling in his eyes.