One Thing Right -Sequel to The Best of Our Love(Colby Brock)

Chapter 32

-Colby's POV-

I slowly peeled my eyes open against the dim lighting of wherever I was. My head was throbbing with the mother of all migraines. My eyes cleared and I tried to see where I was. But I didn't recognize the room. It was dark besides the one light over my head. I started to pull my hand up to stand up, but found that I couldn't. When I looked down I saw my arms tied to the chair I was in, and my legs restrained as well. I pulled against the zip ties but found that there was no way I could get out by mere force. 

I leaned back in the chair with a huff and tried to recall the last thing I remembered. 

I was kidnapped by my Uber driver...

...

"Why did you lock the doors?" I asked, looking at my driver. He didn't say anything, and when I went to unlock the door, he locked it again. 

My heart rate picked up as I started to realize the situation I was in wasn't a good one.

"Pull over, and let me out," I demanded calmly.

"I'm afraid I can't do that," The man spoke quietly.

"Right. Now," I grit my teeth together. "Or I'll call the police."

"You don't want to do that," Another voice said behind me. I started to turn around but heard a click and felt something cold and made of metal press against the back of my head. I didn't have to see it to know it was a gun.

"What the hell..." I whispered. 

"Listen man, I don't want to hurt you," Mysterious voice spoke. "I want this go smoothly. If you just cooperate you might get out of this without a scratch."

"How could I possibly believe that?" I spat.

He sighed. "I'm sorry man. But my buddy and I are in desperate need of money. Your wife makes a good ton of cash from what I understand."

"What is this?"

"A bargain. She's gonna hand over 10 million if she wants you back alive," He explained.

"And if she doesn't?"

"Well," He trailed off and pressed the gun into my head harder. I got the point.

"If she still refuses even after we kill you, then...she's next," He whispered to my ear. "So I suggest cooperation is in order."

I grit my teeth. "You're a sick bastard. She's fucking pregnant and you're threatening shit like that?"

"Pregnant?" I watched his buddy look in the rear view mirror at me. Good job Colby, just tell the bad guys with a gun that your wife is pregnant. Good idea.

"Well lucky for you I have no interest  in hurting her, and I doubt she won't hand over the money. She doesn't seem all that interested in material things, and I'm sure she'll want her husband back so he can watch his kid grow up," Mystery voice said. I dug my nails into the seat. He was right. Brooke would give up any sum of money to get me back. 

"How do I know this isn't a trap to just take our money and kill us so we don't send anyone after you?" I hissed.

"Guess you'll have to find out," He chuckled. I didn't trust this. I'm worried they'll hurt Brooke if she tries to give them the money. Is money really their only motive?

...

I heard a door open and turned to my right where the stairs were. Someone walked down, but kept his face covered, this had to be mystery voice from the car. I gave the most venomous glare I could.