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【thirty two】

Panic strikes my core the second I open my eyes. I feel paralyzed, and it's because I physically can't move. I'm sitting in a wooden chair, my hands are taped behind it with heavy rope.

My feet are tied together, and a piece of duct tape is placed over my mouth. My eyes adjust to the darkness of the cellar that I'm in. I'm all alone, and it's complete darkness.

A concussion is looming over my head from getting punched in the face. The hit was extremely hard, I can taste dried up blood on the sticky tape over my mouth.

I want to scream for help, but I can't. Nobody would be able to hear me with my mouth tapped shut.

My first instinct is to attempt to free my hands from the ropes around them, but it's no use. I'm triple wrapped and the ropes are too heavy for any solid movement. 

My heart rate increases as I look around the area. I have no idea where the masked phantoms took me. I'm trying my best to remain calm, but this is a serious crisis.

They kidnapped me and I have no idea what they will do. I know exactly what they're capable of, and it's a terrifying thought.

I can hear the loud sound of a door opening, and footsteps approaching. A small amount of light has revealed concrete steps in the corner of the cellar. I can't make out the man moving around, it's too dark for me to see a face.

All I see is him walking across the room and turning a lamp on. My eyes widen at the sight of Riker.

He has a smirk on his face as he slowly walks over to me. He leans down closer and lifts his hand up. Before I can blink, he rips the duct tape off my mouth. I let out a loud yelp at the uncomfortable pain.

"Riker, help me. Please." I weakly say.

"Why would I do that?" He mocks me with a laugh.

"Excuse me?" My head shoots up to look at him.

"Now that you're trapped here, I don't need to pretend anymore."

"Trapped? Pretend?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"God, you are so fucking naïve. Do you know how excruciating it has been to put up with you the past few weeks?" He scoffs in my face.

"Riker what the fuck are you talking about?" My heart pounds in my chest.

"You were onto me so many times, Grace. I thought you finally figured it out once you realized Beck Hall doesn't know me. That was all a lie."

"What the hell is going on?" I gulp.

"For the past month, I've had one mission. Find Grace Dolan, let her into my life, have her fall for me, trust me, until my father comes and gets his revenge on her fucking parents." He looks at me with hatred burning in his eyes.

"Your father-"

"Bodhi Griffin, founder and leader of the original masked phantoms."

"Your dad? Bodhi is your biological dad? I thought you didn't know your birth parents?"

"That was one of the many lies that came out of my mouth. God, you'll believe anything an attractive man will say to you. Of course I know who my biological father is. He contacted me last year in order to complete mission take-down-Dolan-family. Ethan contacted Jesse, and Johnny contacted Theo." He explains with a wicked smirk.

"You're all the children of the original gang." Holy shit, it's making sense now.

"So are you, that's why you needed to hang out with us. Is it making sense now?" He laughs again.