Faith

Shatter

" are we good ?" I asked Leo even though I already knew the answer to that. We are always good. "Yes sir" Zayn smirked. "What do you mean prepare another seat, who are we taking with us ?" Leo asked, curiously.
I almost smiled at the question. Her. I want her. So I'm taking her. " just a little someone..." I said.
"Okay ? Anyway, we're landing in 5 and the private jet is already there on the other side of the island." Leo informed me. I nodded at the information.
In a couple of minutes, Leo started the landing procedures while I went out to make sure everyone was asleep. It was a small plane too - probably 50 people here. And as I believed, everyone was knocked out. And they will never wake up.

I walked close to the back where the hostesses were. And there she was- faith beautifully knocked out on the chair close to the sink. She looked so peaceful. Even more while sleeping. I couldn't bring myself to not touch her. So I did. I traced her set jawline and pushed some loose hair behind her ear.
"Why are you so gorgeous ?" I whispered to myself. I carefully took her in my arms and walked towards the exit back to my men. I felt the plane land as I got closer to the dashboard.

Finally, coming to a stop. We all exited. "Who is that boss ?" Zayn asked.
"Faith" I muttered a short reply. I don't want them asking more questions but they did anyway.
"Well, we can see that from her badge but why are we taking her ?" Leo chuckled. I smirked right back.
"I don't know" I replied. "Anyway, set up the bomb on this plane at each corner and at the control ready." I ordered, giving them not much time to ask anymore questions. They went to work immediately.
I walked with Faith still passed out in my arms to my jet. I put her in the very back and buckled her straight up. I'm sure she'll be asleep for the rest of the night. Just don't know what I am going to do about and with her tomorrow morning. But that's a task when the sun comes up.

                                    NEXT DAY

Faith's POV
           I woke up with a slight headache and a weird feeling in my stomach like I've had bad or old food or something. Wait a minute... I looked around the room and it was dark grey all around and except for the all white bed. This bed was huge...like HUGE and so was this room. It had room for a mini-fridge, a bathroom, a couch and so much more little things. Who's house is this ? Did the plane land ? Well obviously. And did I somehow check into a fancy hotel after my shift ? Wait what ? This makes no sense...god dang it, why don't I remember anything ? I sat up and noticed my clothes. They're not mine...I don't own this. Panic overtook me, and I had a bad feeling this is no hotel. I rushed to the door and yanked on it but it wouldn't open. It had to be locked from the outside. What the hell ! Where am I ?! I pounded my fists on it, desperate for a response. "Hello ?! Anyone there? Please open this door! Please I-" and the door handle shook from the other side. I stepped back slowly and the door finally revealed to portray a sweet looking lady with a tray in her hands. She smiled and motioned me to sit in the bed so I did.
"Hello dear, my name is Alison. I'm the head maid of this household. Sir, told me to get breakfast to you in be-"
"What ? Who? Um never mind. Do you know how I got here and when..I-i don't remember how exactly I ended here last night-" she interrupted me before I could continue, not that I can blame her since I interrupted her just now.
"Darling, I understand you have questions but I am only here to feed you. He'll get mad if we do more or less than asked." She said, smiling weakly.

"Who's he? Why would he get mad" I asked, it was just a question but she totally ignored me and uncovered the plate. The fresh smell of pancakes filled my nose. She handed me the glass of orange juice before making her way out. "Excuse me? Can I ask you one last thing ?" I asked, hoping she'd tell me at-least something.
"I wish it were that easy." And she left, I heard a click From the outside. Why are they locking me in here !? This is insane !
In anger and frustration, I scooted the plate of pancakes away from me a little too hard and it fell on the hard ground accidentally and shattered to little bits.
"Oh my god" I whispered and I quickly got off the bed to clean it up but a rough voice stopped me.

" do not touch that. I'll have someone clean it up." I looked up to the voice and it was the same familiar mysterious guy from the plane with the tattoos who only ordered water. "W-what ?" I asked, even though that's not what I meant to ask at all. It just came out like that. " I said leave it alone. You might hurt yourself." He said while walking towards me.

" who are you ? Why am I here? Did you bring me here? Do I know you personally ? Where is this place -" I kept asking him question because I was so confused and agitated but I instantly hushed up when he put a finger on his perfect lips, telling me to be quiet. He walked closer and I scooted away, as far as I know, he may have just kidnapped me. I sat on the bed in the farthest corner. He came and Laid horizontally on the bed in front of me. Not close enough to where I could reach him but not far enough to where he couldn't reach me. He just stared up at the ceiling as we both just stayed in one spot for minutes in this awkward mess.

" why did you throw away your breakfast ?" He asked, not bothering to answer any of mine.
"I-It was an accident." I said nervously.
" it better not happen again sweetheart" he said before turning his head toward me. "Okay ?" He asked, raising a brow. I just nodded.

" I'm Xavier. And I don't know why I brought you here but I did and I don't regret it...yet." He spoke emitting a weird vibe.
"Well, if you don't let me leave, you are breaking the law and this is a kidnapping case !" I yelled in frustration. He immediately snatched my wrists in his left hand and applied pressure. "Do not yell at me. You hear me?!" He yelled at me, making my eyes tear up.
"I-I'm s-sorry" I whispered. He let go and sat closer to me and took my face in his large inked hands. As much as I wanted to remove them, I didn't want to risk making him more mad. I looked into his cold grey eyes. They held no emotion and absolutely no pity for the girl that was crying because of him. "How old are you ?" He asked randomly, "19" I said slowly. He just nodded.

"Now listen to me. You are here because I want you to be. And you can leave if I want you to leave. Until then, be a good gi-" I interrupted him before he could finish and pushed his hands away.
" I don't care if you want me here. I want to go home ! Why would you do this to someone ?!" I yelled and immediately regretted as his eyes grew darker. Within seconds, he took a hold of my chin and forced it to look up at him. He was mad. Shit, he was very angry. "I SAID DO NOT FUCKING YELL AT ME !" I flinched at his voice as more tears gathered in my eyes.
"Tell me beautiful, would you rather be dead because that is the state of everyone else from that plane ?" He said cruelly. Tears swam down my cheeks. He let go of my chi and laid back down. I couldn't believe he killed everyone on the plane yesterday except me. That must mean he's in a gang or something. He's a murderer Faith ! I don't how I'm managing to not scream my lungs out but I am.
"W-what about the l-little b-boy ?" I asked, hesitantly.
" what about the youngest corpse?" He smirked. More tears flowed down, this man was so cruel, he didn't think twice before killing people on the plane. There were children and woman and the elderly on that plane. Yet, he could care less.
"W-why didn't I-i die with t-t-them ?" I asked as fear grew more within me. Is he planning to kill me later ? He smiled at the question and leaned foreword and kissed my cheek.
" like I said, I don't know. But I know I want you here. Whether you're willing or not" he said, as he got closer to me with a devilish look in his eyes, I scooted back till my back hit the board of the bed. His hands wrapped around my waist as he pushed me closer to him. I panicked mentally but tried to remain calm on the outside. I pushed my hands on his chest and tried to push his muscular body away but that was nearly impossible. "P-please don't k-kill me. P-please-" he hushed me before I finished talking by placing a finger on my lips. The entire situation scared me enough to leak large tears.

"Don't cry beautiful, I won't hurt you. Just listen to me." He said, he stayed there for a few seconds rubbing my back and then suddenly walked out the room.

He's not letting me go. But that doesn't mean I'm staying either.