(Aiden POV)
With a small gulp, I carefully shift in the back of the van,
"Jamie?"
I call out to him in the dark, without a response.
"Shit," I hear Clara mutter under her breath and I try to crawl closer to him. Our kidnappers had gotten out of the van and were talking in what I assumed to be the parking lot of the airport from the number of planes roaring overhead. I feel around until I grab hold of his foot.
"Jamie?" I ask again, trying to get a response from him and he finally groans back.
"Yeah?" He murmurs and I breathe a sigh of relief.
"I think...I think I hit my head on the pavement." he groans and I reach up until I feel his face. Something wet touches my hands as I reach his forehead and I assume it's dried blood.
"How are we suppose to get through the airport with you looking like this?" I ask out loud.
"We're not going to the airport." I hear Clara whisper and I look to the direction of her voice in confusion as the doors open.
Suddenly Clara burst out and attacks the first person she sees until I'm yanked by my collar out of the van.
My heart stops when a cold piece of metal is placed up to my throat.
Clara had the man on the floor but stops when she sees me at this crazy woman's mercy.
"Clara," I whisper softly, feeling the tears of fright come down my cheeks as I take what could very well be my last breath.
The knife presses deeper and I can feel a cut starting to bleed with a slow warm trickle of fresh blood running down my neck.
"STOP!" Clara screams and puts her hands up to ask for forgiveness.
"Hmm, you're more like your father than I had assumed,"
The woman says and tosses the knife down and lets me go as I fall forward and onto the floor gasping for air. With one hand on the pavement and the other covering the small nick in my neck, I look up to see my attackers under the lanterns of the parking lot.
As soon as I see the man I have to blink twice, unable to believe my eyes and thinking this must be some elaborate scheme or I was being deceived.
His eyes meet mine and a hardy laughter rolls through my petite ribcage as I lay on the floor.
"Ah fuck me," I groan as I laugh until tears come out of my eyes.
"What's wrong with him?" The woman asks and I meet the man's eyes again. It had been twenty-one years since I last heard this man's voice but his face was one I could easily remember.
Wiping the tears from my eyes, I start to form words,
"How stupid do you feel dipshit?! You just kidnapped your own mother fucking son! What a fucking idiot, Thank the gods my father had the sense to kick you out of my life. Fuck you Icarus!"
I cry out through the laughter and Icarus stands, the laughter stops when he pulls the revolver out and loads it in my face.
"Clearly Mika raised you alone because if I had been there you wouldn't be talking so much shit. Now how would you like to be sent back to your dear father?"
He tilts his head with that sinister smile I had nightmares about since my youth and rest the barrel of the gun against my forehead,
"Alive or in a body bag?"
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An American In London: S2
Fiction générale☆completed☆ Four cousins and their best friends reunite in Paris, France in hopes of having a small break from the harsh realities of college life. Only to discover, things never go as planned as personal relationships get mixed, feelings are hurt...
