Things seemed to finally fall into place for Aliya and bad bait Jake Anderson, until Aliya was mysteriously kidnapped. Now she's caught up in a world of rival gangs, the death of loved ones, and as always, romantic dramas with the bad boy. Or should...
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I glared at the inconspicuous man before me, my head still pounding and my vision slightly blurry from the tears spilling out from my eyes.
"Hmm wouldn't you like to know?" He snickered menacingly. "You shall find out in time sweetie. All in good time," he snarled.
"Tell me where I am...please?" I whimpered. Did I seriously just say please?
He burst out laughing, his accomplices chuckling alongside him. "Oh how well mannered you are!" He cried in fits of laughter.
I felt uncomfortable, distressed and alone. What were they going to do to me?
"Look kid-" he started.
"Wait!" I snapped, coming to a sudden realisation.
"There we go! Someone finally found her voice it seems," he chuckled.
"Y-your voice...I know who you are," I breathed.
"Oh for crying out loud speak up a little will ya?!"
"I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!" I screamed, fear in my eyes.
"Well go on then, tell me who I am, why don't you?" He chuckled calmly.
"We've met before...I REMEMBER YOUR VOICE!" I cried, my heart beating faster. It couldn't be, there's no way. But I am certain.
This man is Jake's father.
"Dick," I spat. " I know it's you."
He visibly appeared to freeze in place, and his stone cold blue eyes locked onto mine. He appeared to be processing this new information.
"Mmm. You are one clever cookie that's for sure," he sighed shaking his head.
"So I'm right," I said with a wobbly voice.
He paused for a moment and sighed with a small laugh. "Indeed you are."
For a moment I had no idea what to say. How could the father of such a kind, loving and tender man like Jake do something like this? WHY would he do something like this? Questions burned at the forefront of my mind, demanding to be answered.
"Why? WHY AM I HERE?" I choked out in between fearful sobs. I tugged against my restraints, desperate to break free.
"Hushhhh," he cooed leaning forwards in his chair. "You'll get the answers you so badly want. Just have some patience," he whispered.
Patience? PATIENCE?!?! OH MY POP TARTS I'VE LITERALLY JUST BEEN KIDNAPPED I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR PATIENCE!
With that, he got up and walked away leaving just one man to guard me as I sat in a terrified silence. I wanted to scream my lungs out, but deep down I knew that no one would hear me. I was smart enough to know that they would have gagged me if there was a risk of somebody hearing my cry for help. It was pointless.
