Hostage Love

Chapter Nine There point of veiws

Viktor's POV

As I stand here watching her in the distance, I wonder just what the hell I am doing here. There is nothing I want here other than Lyra. My mother died not long after marrying MR.Delaney.

My father dead, disappeared after I was born from cancer. I want to kill this man more than ever. I know he killed my mother, and now to add on top of this, he has some sick twisted idea to marry me to his daughter and told me if I didn't fuck her and swoon her, he would have one of his guards rape her. The sick bastard new something is going on between us.

I hate my self for what I did to her that night, just proving the monster I am. I should have taken more care with her whether she loved it or not; it does not change the fact that I fucked her with no emotion on her father's orders.

I want to take her and run away far away from this place. Something about her makes my heart beat faster. I could quickly fall the woman she is - healthy, beautiful her blue-grey eyes like a drug I want to get lost in forever.

I know that I'm not worthy of her love. I may not be as bad as her father, but I'm no better following his lead and killing those he orders me to without asking questions.

Lyra sits in the garden, talking to Max. He says something, and her laugh echo through my soul. Envy and jealousy strikes for making her smile for me not being the one to make her laugh. At this moment, I know her worry about everything is in the back of her mind as connected with this young man.

I stay in the shadows, watching her every move like watching my prey. Her brown hair flows around her in soft waves, her skin glowing under the sun. She is wearing light pink silk pants, white thin strap silk shirt tucked in, and white flats.

One thing I am acknowledging is how great she looks in these clothing, how she looks like she belongs. I fear what this place will do to her would, but I also know just how strong she is.

I wage wars with my all-day, not knowing what I should do. Getting away from this place would not be easy but also not a problem. Would she accept my monster and me if I take her, making her mine?

Would she hate me knowing she can't ever leave unless we kill her father and his empire? Would she want to leave this place? As much as I believe she is sharp enough not to fall into the devil's hands, it doesn't change the fact that Mr.Delaney is persuasive.

In the end, I'm a selfish bastard and want to take her, whether she wants to or not.
Plans start to form in my head, coming together like a puzzle.

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Lauras POV

I don't sleep. I don't eat I feel like the dead as I lay in my best friend's bed crying.
I should have protected better. I knew her life was being threatened, but when I read that message, I didn't try to stop her from the walk home alone. Lyra has nobody besides my uncle and me.

I know my uncle's heath is no better than me. He has been working day in and day out to find her, but he's come up with nothing. The cameras on the street from where she was taken only shows a dark shadow following her: the stupid city and there cheap cameras in the parts of town they would rather forget. We may not be costly, but we matter too.

I jump startled by the sound. I sigh in relief when I see it's just my phone. I'm officially going crazy."Hello," I mumble out. "Hey, baby girl I have some good news, Laura called in a 911 call from a motel room in Vermont". Stumbling out of bed, I tell him to meet me at joeys coffee down the road. I don't bother to brush out my blond hair or fix my face. Throwing on dark boot cut blue jeans, plain white t-shirt, and slippers because they were the first thing I saw.

You can't get my run even if someone was holding candy in front of me. When I was young, my father would make me get up at 4 am every single day and run with him. I fucking hated it. When I was sick, he would let me miss a day but make me feel like shit after that by calling me a fatass. Once I finally got away from the bastard, I never ran again, but today I'm running. My feet are hitting the ground in hard trumps.

When I walk into joeys bistro, I look for my uncle's bald head round glasses and the sweater he always wears. It use to be his father, and after his father died a few years back, he wore it almost every day. I wish my father, and I had a relationship like they did.

"Thank you," I say as I sit down, he pushes my latte to me. "Tell me everything, what can we do "? I question with urgency. He slips a vanilla folder into my hands, and I open it looking through the report as he tells me about waiting on the hotel to send the video feed. I take deep breaths to steady my heart and not cry as I read what was herd over the phone when she was caught after telling them she was going to find out where she was. I lay the folder back down and look into heaths' brown eyes. Raven black circles under his eyes tell me how long its been since he has slept, and I feel guilt.

"So, what's the plan now that we have a lead"?
"That's easy," he says."We find the license plate of the vehicle they are driving and trace it back to who owns it". I furrow my brows."That's easy," I say with a little hope."It could be, yes, especially if we're dealing with amateurs". I nod my head taking a sip of my coffee the hot liquid burning my throat and warming my stomach.

Before leaving the cafe, I made him promise to get some sleep and promise to do the same. I feel lighter than I have in the week that Lyra has been gone.

I sleep for the first time in a while that night but wake in the middle of the night with sweat dripping from my brow, panting. The nightmare of a shadow taking my best friend and her screams for help echo in my mind.

Lyra's pov

I avoid Viktor as much as I can, spending my time with Max or the gym. Ever since that night, since he fucked me, I feel lost and confused. My feeling is all over the place, overwhelmed by everything that has happened. I hate my self for craving him for wanting him to have sex dreams about him. What kind of person dreams about her kidnappers.

Pushing thoughts of him away, I think about Laura. I wish more than anything at the moment to talk to her. I miss her laugh and early morning talks on our way home from work. We have been stuck together at the hip ever since we met at Ricks Lacey Girls. The hyperactive blonde girl quickly become family to me. The only family I have left in the world.

Lightning flashes outside my window, pulling me out of my thoughts. I walk to the window, sliding the chair with me. I lay my head on my knees, waiting for the rain to start falling to soothe my broken heart.

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