I am NOT attracted to my boss! (MxB Yaoi) *Completed*

Kidnapped ~12~

Marcus’s POV:

The next day I set out to find a new job. Walking into a small coffee shop, I grab the newest newspaper. I see an ad for a newspaper person… I realise that I had forgotten all about my other job. Well, it’s too late. As I am flipping through it, a cup of steaming hot chocolate is placed on my table.

Frowning, I say, “I didn’t order this.” The waitress smiles at me.

“He did.” She points behind me. I turn around to see a sex-god. His blond hair brushed to side, revealing his piercing blue eyes. He has high cheek bones and a strong jaw line. He smiles an award-winning smile at me. It takes me a while to react. I blink blankly at him before smiling back. My stomach flips and I blush, turning back to the hot chocolate.

I lift it up to my lips and blow on the surface of the liquid, being careful not to spill any of it. Sipping it slowly, I go back to the newspaper. The chair beside me is suddenly occupied. I look up to see the man who gave me the cup of delicious goodness.

“Hey, I’m James.” He smirks. “From ‘Dark Shadow’.” My eyes widen in shock and I scramble to my feet, spilling some of the hot chocolate in the process. I look at the cup.

“It’s not poisoned is it? Give me some time, I promise I will pay you back!”

‘Dark Shadow’ is a gang that my family is in debt with. My dad borrowed some money from them before he got Alzheimer’s. We currently owe them $58,000. My dad used to be in the gang before I was born. Luckily, the leader was good friends with him, so my dad was allowed to leave.

“Boss told me that your time was up. Sorry about your dad by the way.” He grabs my arm. Flabbergasted, I stutter, “H-how did you know?”

“Boss has his ways, now come along little one.” I quickly wrench my arm out of his grip and run out of the little coffee shop.

I run until I am out of breath. Panting, I enter the hospital. Going into my dad’s room, I tell my mother what had happened. Luckily, my dad is asleep, otherwise he would’ve gone ballistic and demand to be let back home immediately. My mother immediately tells me to go home and lock all the doors, windows et cetra. She even gives me some money for a taxi. Getting into a taxi, I get home.

As soon as I take one step out of the car, a cloth is pressed against my mouth. I hold my breath for as long as I can. Surrendering, I take a small intake of air, passing out almost immediately.

Kyle’s POV:

My head is pounding as I wake up from my deep slumber. My hands go to my head, grabbing it, trying to make the pain smaller. I open my eyes and take in my surroundings. What? Why am I in the bathroom? I place my hands on the floor and pull myself up. My hands slip on a sticky substance. Confused, I look at my hands... BLOOD? I look at my body, trying to figure out where I was bleeding. A rush of pain hits me from my stomach. I lift up my shirt and reveal the crime scene that is my tummy. I push myself up to the sink and dampen a cloth. Wiping my hands first, I proceed to clean my wound. As the blood clears away, I see an ‘M’ cut into my skin.

Realising what I had done, I quickly throw out all my razors. Damn… I thought I stopped! I clean the bathroom tiles and throw my bloody clothes into the bin. I jump into the shower. Letting the warm water cascade down my back, I flinch as the blissful liquid runs over my cuts. Pulling on new clothes, I go to the kitchen to find some painkillers. I finally find a pack of Ibuprofen and swallow a pill down with some water. I grab the first aid kit and sit down on my black leather couch. I spot an empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table and a pack of cigarettes. Lighting one, I open the first aid kit.

I cover my wound with paper stitches, then wrap gauze around my torso. Puffing on my cigarette, my phone rings. ‘My Babe Marcus’ flashes on my screen, I reluctantly press the red button.

Marcus’s POV:

Groaning, my eyes flutter open. I recognise my surroundings. I’m in the back of a limousine. Isn’t it supposed to be a van? Trying to get up, I realise that my hands and legs are bound together with rope. My mouth is covered with tape. Luckily, I manage to loosen my right hand. I pull out my phone from my jacket pocket. Scrolling through my contacts, I call my mother. The phone rings for a while, my mother not picking up.

Realising that I was wasting time, I quickly call Kyle, knowing that he would pick up. The phone only rings for less than a second before it stops. I guess I was wrong… he’s not going to pick up.

The limousine comes to an abrupt stop. The door is pulled open and my phone is snatched out of my hand before I can even realise what had happened.

“Sneaky.” A man with the gang’s signature bandana around his head scolded me.

I watch in horror as he breaks the phone by jumping on it several times.

“Just to make sure.” He smirks and pulls out a gun from his jeans. BANG! The pieces of the phone scatters across the pavement. Gripping my arm, he pulls me out of the car and into a building.

My vision suddenly disappear. I panic for a bit.

“For safety precautions.” The man’s deep voice snarls in my ear, making me shiver. I try to run away, but fail because of my tied up legs. I am thrown harshly onto a surface that feels like a chair. The roped on my legs are untied, but quickly tied again, separated. My hands are wrapped around my back. The blindfold is peeled off my face. My legs are tied to the legs of the chair, arms around the back of the chair.

The door of the room I am in opens. A man that looks oddly familiar walks in.

“Do you know who I am?” He asks, his voice showing authority. I slowly shake my head, no.

“Well, I am your worst nightmare. I am the leader of ‘Dark Shadow’.” He chuckles darkly. “Do you know why you’re here?” Without giving my time to respond, he continues.

“Of course you know. Your family owes me a lot of money.” His mouth curls into a deathly smile. “But you have failed to get me what I want.” He pulled out a silver knife from his pocket. Walking towards me, his grin still on his face.

“Let the torture begin.”

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