Kidnapped By the Gang Leader

**Chapter 2**

The gang house above^

"Udria?" Someone calls my name from behind me.

I turn around and see a tall boy with pale skin and dark brown almost black hair.

He makes his way toward me and stop directly in front of me, leaving us no space. His minty breath trails across my lips as he talks.

"I've been meaning to talk to you." He says

I don't even know him and he's been wanting to talk to me. How does he know me?

"I don't even know you. Why would you want to talk to me?" I ask in curiosity

"I'm Kai and lets just say, I know your parents" he says proudly. The corners of his mouth turn up into a smirk

"Which ones?" I respond. He looks at me dumbfounded but quickly covers it up. If he "knows" me, how come he didn't know I'm adopted.

"Look I just need to talk to you. I want you to join my business. You'd be of great help." He responds

Join your business my ass!

"No thank you, now if you'd excuse me now, I have dinner to make." With that, I start walking away.

"We'll see each other again; until then..." He says. I mumble a 'yeah yeah' and get into my car and drive home.

I hear faint voices talking at once. I try to open my eyes but a bright light in my face smacks me, making me squeeze them close.

I feel like I've been kicked in the head repeatedly. There's a stinging pain in my neck. It kinda itches and I try to scratch it. Keyword: try. My hands are tied to the back of a chair.

I don't even panic. Memories flood back into my mind and I roll my eyes behind their closed lids.

Udria?

Udria?

Who the fuck is calling my name?

"Udria, open your damn eyes!" I recognize Dakota's voice. Her voice is coming from in front of me. I can picture her in the same position I'm in.

"I can't! My eyes have given up on me!" I whine.

I feel a little but hard kick in my ankle. I yelp and shoot my eyes open, glaring at the girl in front of me.

"OWW! Why the hell did you do that!" Her mad face turns emotionless

"This is not the time to be funny, look around you!" She says.

I look around me and see a group of fine young men staring at us. We're in a dark room, that smells horrible by the way, with Dakota and I strapped to chairs in the middle of it.

I recognize the three that kidnapped us. The one with the baby face that was chasing me is sitting on a table while the one that had the gun stitches his arm up.

"You know, that wouldn't have happened if you had just let us go. I'm not sorry about it either, you asked for it" I look at him with an 'you asked for it' expression.

He just rolls his eyes. When he's done getting his arm stitched, he gets up and leaves. The rest of them stay and talk amongst themselves.