What is Love?

Electric Shocks

Alright folks. I'm pleased to say this book is nearing the end...

I can't wait to start on the sequel! And if you all know any people or if you can make me a cover for the next book I'd be thankful.

On with the story.....

ALONZO

I don't know how long it's been since Derek took me captive. All I know is that at some point in the near future, Derek will be burning in hell!

After he injected me with that poison, sedative or whatever it was, him and a couple men dragged me and the corpse of the traitor onto a jet. I don't have much relocation of it happening but I believe after an hour or so in the plane, Derek grabs me and we jump out of the plane. I can only guess he wanted Nick and the others to presume us dead.

After all that I'm afraid to say I blacked out. I don't know if it was due to the poison, my brain not being capable of processing the information that we were falling, or something else. Frankly, the only thing that remotely matters to me is killing Derek and going home to my girlfriend and children.

I know it's sappy to admit this, but if I die here, the one thing that I'm going to regret in this life is not proposing or marrying Vanessa. I love her so damned much it kills me to be apart. I hope the kids aren't giving her a hard time.

The basement that Derek locked me in reminds me of those books or movies where no one ever enters it because of all the rats, spiders, and multiple other creepy crawlies.

I'm chained to the wall in the farthest corner from the cellar door. I wince at the pain in my wrists but that is nothing compared to the half inch hole in my arm. Turns out Derek couldn't risk anyone finding me with the tracker he had planted in me before all the shit went down.

He comes down every once in a while to check up on me, give me food and ask how I'm feeling. Don't know why he even tries to talk when all i want to do is kill. He acts as though I'm not his captive and gets tortured by his men.

"Screeach!" The door screachs letting me know that it's opening. Speak of the Devil.

"Alonzo." He says trying to gain my attention on him. Well jokes on you dickhead. I don't pay attention to those who don't deserve it. I keep my eyes closed and imagine my prince and princesses.

"ALONZO!" He screams. If only those screams were agonizing instead of angry. During the time I've spent down here I've also come to realize that the Derek I thought I knew is not this man in front of me.

"W-hat?!" I snap even though my throat is desperately telling me not to talk. I open my eyes and look up to see him smirking in a malevolent manner. 

"I've got good news! After a month of patiently waiting, Nicholas is hanging by a thread. He's very emotional right now, your death has hit him and Vanessa quite hard. I heard he had to lock her in a room to keep her from killing herself! Hahaha, what I would have paid to see her cutting herself!" I howl out in anger and try desperately to reach and strangle him to death.

"You're lying! Vanessa would never try to kill herself! She would never leave our children!" I shout with energy I didn't know I was even capable of.

"Are you sure? That's not what Hallie has been telling me. She has been quite the resourceful little spy of mine. It's a pity I have to kill her once this is all over, she is probably just as crazy if not more than me." He smiles to himself as if reliving a pleasant memory.