Hold Tight |Jason McCann|

Chapter 27

DISCLAIMER : The language involved amongst the next couple of chapters will be PORTUGUESE. I do not speak the language and am trying my best to use different translators from English to Portuguese!

Feel free to correct me if I am wrong! Enjoy xox

| Savannah |

Every time I regained consciousness, the weakness of my body gave up on me and soon enough, I was out like a light once again.

I was in the back of a van, I knew this because although I was surrounded by darkness, the heavy engine and rough flooring indicated towards a larger vehicle.

To my surprise, I was covered once again with the same shirt I came with;

Jason's shirt.

My brain felt heavy, weak and pounded against my skull as if it were begging to be free.

You and I both...

As I focused my hearing, the sound of city life was heard outside of the metal walls which trapped me like an animal.

The van came to a holt, instantly causing me to lift my pounding head up, using my arms as support against the cold ground to lift my upper body up, turning to look at the metal doors ahead of me.

They flung open, bright torch lights made me cower back, covering my eyes with my hand in attempt to balance my already blurred vision. Blacked out figures stood outside of the van, guns in hand; bigger ones that I was used to amongst Jason, but nevertheless, they were armed as if they were a part of the army.

Highly unlikely.

I focused my vision, seeing masses of flying insects being attracted to the lights they held up, humid air captivating my senses as it hit my exposed legs.

Canada was not this warm.

"Ela está acordada, vai chamar o chefe" ("She's awake, go call bossman")

Was I hearing right? I was not familiar with the language but it somewhat sounded like Spanish however, I could have been wrong but my only focus was the fact that I was now hearing a foreign language amongst men who held large rifle guns and used their torches to look at me as if I was a dear caught in headlights.

And then it hit me.

"You are getting on a plane and will be landing in Brazil," Cole's words rung in my mind like clockwork, I hadn't fathomed the idea until it had become reality, right before my eyes.

I was in Brazil.

Tears welled up in my eyes as the men ahead of me continued mumbling amongst themselves in their own language. Their conversations ran short as their eyes diverted to the left hand side, as they slowly lowered their torches allowing me to look ahead properly without being blinded, the figure of a grown man in a suit appeared in the middle of the three men who now stepped back for him.

He was tall, broad and overall scary looking. His hair colour was a similar colours to Jason's, caramel blonde and I couldn't help but notice the shape of his eyes fell so close to Jason's- but perhaps that was just me letting Jason fabricate my mind as his face never left it, it was my only support.

The man climbed in to the van, crouching down ahead of me making me shuffle back however, this escalated to him taking a few steps forward once my back hit the wall of the van.

Great.

His eyes pierced in to mine, although it was dark, the light from the night sky and the torches allowed me to study his face.

He was terrifying.

He raised his hand and placed his index finger and thumb between my chin to make me look up at him which made tears escape my eyes.

A smirk on his lips with amusement in his eyes, he spoke "My son did well..."

As confused as I was, his low chuckle caught me off guard as he looked back at the boys outside and back at me.

"Take my hand and comply, I'd rather you leave here with little to no marks on your body. Our girls are most flattering without any imperfections." I couldn't make out whether he was being serious or not because his facial expressions remained amused, as if this was all a running joke for him. At this point, I felt so drowsy I almost wished I just fainted so that I didn't have to endure this uncomfortable conversation.

What did he mean by 'his son' doing well? Was he referring to Cole? Because I was almost sure that his father no longer was alive... but anything that boy has done has been a lie so I would never put it past him if I found out this man was Cole's father- but the question was, why were we in Brazil and who were 'his girls'?

I hesitated, thinking of the threat he previously spoke about and how I knew my body could not physically handle anymore pain, I complied.

As he led me out of the van, it was my first time in God knows how long that I had stood up straight, my feet touch the ground and instantly a feeling of pain rushed through my body- worse than I had imagined, as I stumbled to the ground quickly being pulled up by one of the men as the 'leader' walked ahead, unaware with little care of the situation.

"Puta Estúpida" ("Stupid Bitch") the man who stopped me from falling chuckled along with his boys as I continued walking at a slow pace- I knew what Puta meant and so I only assumed it was an insult to me.

I was taken in to a tall narrow building supported by fences that really had no stability at all. The ground was dirty and the air was mucky and I'm almost positive I swallowed about 12 flies on my way over.

As I followed the man ahead of me, I looked at every asset of the building- analysing it all to the best of my ability. In the distance I could hear male laughter and it got louder and louder as I neared the centre of the building. Abruptly, the man stopped ahead of me sending me a smile - not so much of a kind one, but he then looked past me and at the guards who followed us in.

"Eu não preciso de sua ajuda mais meninos, deixe" ("I don't need your help anymore boys, leave") The unnamed man ordered and soon, the men disappeared in the opposite direction, out of sight.

He looked down at me and stepped aside, opening the door behind him and gesturing for me to follow in. I looked ahead, the room was bright and I could see bits of colour in it juxtaposing the theme of dullness of the building.

I hesitantly stepped in and in front of me, a tall tanned woman appeared. Her hair had tight curls, it sat up perfectly, she had beautiful features with a structured face however, I felt a feeling of hollowness within me as I looked down at her arm to see the masses of bruises in the same area I had mine; she was a victim  too.

"Wow, you didn't tell me you'd be bringing me a beauty" Her voice was strong and full, clear confidence in it as she looked at me from head to toe, a look of joy in her face.

What was going on.

My hair was a mess and my eyes had lost all its spark, my skin felt dry and dull and my body was bruised. I struggled to find the beauty in me before, I doubted it even more now.

However, the man and woman continued their conversation as if this situation was completely normal- it was far from it.

"I wasn't aware myself, I can already smell money from her" The man spoke up chuckling.

"You know what to do, someone will be back to collect her in 20 minutes... oh and be careful with her, she may look innocent but we all know who she belongs to and I'm sure he trained her well"

Jason? He knew Jason? Why would a man in Brazil know Jason and what did he have to do with this? Who was this woman and why was she so confident in a place like this? What were the cuts on her arms and most importantly,

Why was I in Brazil.