Loving a Drake

A Way Out

    "You know Ms. Crasher, you are going to make the rest of this incredibly easy," Nick said, sitting at a fold able table looking through papers of charts and diagrams along with an identical map to the one in the diner in Panama.

   "What are you talking about? You've gotten what you want, me trapped here. Riches that you have no idea what to do with. And the Drake crew ready to see the end of their days. What else could I help you to accomplish?" 

   Nick stared at me for a moment before getting up and slowly walking to the chair that I was currently chained to. He put his hands on either side of the chair and got real close to my face.

   "Don't play dumb anymore, Bryllee. I may have been three steps behind you, but I still know about the other treasure," he said in a dark, threatening voice. "Unfortunately, I don't now how to get there."

    "And what? You think I do?" I asked. Nick stared at me for a while before I started to laugh. "Wow, this is so much better than what I thought I had in store. Sounds like you kidnapped the wrong person, because I have no idea what you're talking about."

    "Wrong!" he yelled, sending spit into my face. He rushed away from the chair and pulled out a map with markings on it. "You and your stupid friends were way of course until you found me and we threw you off course."

    I looked at the map with a confused expression on my face, then and idea came to me.

   "I knew it," Nick said, backing up with a smirk. You do know where it is, don't you?"

    I crossed my legs and kept my mouth shut as I watch his smirk fade and his eyebrows come together and his jaw tightened. He walked towards the table and picked up a book and threw it.

   "Tell me what you know!" he yelled before picking up another book and throwing it at my head this time. I didn't move a muscle as it soared past me.

   "No," I said, calmly watching him become more frustrated. "I won't tell you or show you anything."

   He reached for the gun sitting on the table and turned the safety off as he pointed it at me. 

    I kept my poker face as I said, "Go ahead. I have nothing to fear. I have nothing to look forward to anymore. Besides, killing me will only guarantee not finding a thing."

   He slammed the gun back on the table before pulling a chair up in front of me and sitting in it.

   "What do you want? Money? How much of it?"

   "Oh please," I said, rolling my eyes. "How oblivious are you? I'll talk, if you free my friends."

   "Not happening."

   "Ok, looks like we're going to be sitting here until we rot."

    Nick sighed before getting up.

    "You know why I can't do that, Bryllee. They'd try to rescue you."

   "So then let me speak to them. I'll make it crystal clear that they're not to come back for me," I said leaning forward as much as I could.

    Nick sat there, tapping his foot and staring at me. A couple minutes of staring and taping went by before he got up and picked up a pad of paper and a pen then walked over to me before throwing them in my lap and going behind me too unlock the handcuffs.

    "You can write them a note and I'll send someone to give it to them," Nick said before sitting back at his table and sorting through the diagrams and charts again. "Oh, and I will be reading the note."