The Bosses

Chapter 1: Kidnapped

Diana

Diana Sinclare slipped into her car with purpose. She had a meeting with her boss in an hour and needed to get ready.

She started her car and pulled out of the Good Times Square parking lot. After getting on the road she pulled onto the highway then got off at the next exit that would take her home.

Diana parked in front of her house then turned off the car. With keys in hand she walked up the porch steps and saw a package in front of the door. She saw it was the new books she ordered and picked it up. She slid her key in the slots absentminded and pushed the door open.

She walked to the dining room table and set the package down then walked down the hallway to her room with keys still in hand.

Opening the door to her room Diana quickly shut it behind her and set the keys on the low dresser next to the door then changed into a blouse and skinny jeans.

Walking to the vanity mirror to her right she looked in the mirror. A woman with flaring red hair, and dark blue eyes flecked with green and hazel stared back at her.

Sighing she walked to the door and grabbed her keys off the dresser, looking at her watch she opened it. Twelve minutes had passed since she got home.

Frowning, Diana, still looking at her watch walked into what seemed like a wall. Surprised she looked up and saw a man with dark brown hair and steely blue grey eyes.

She started to panic. "What are you-"

Diana felt a prick in her neck and looked down at the large hand holding a large syringe pressing down on the plunger. Starting to feel drowsy and dizzy she put her hand out to steady herself but her hand met air and her keys fell to the floor. She stumbled and would have fallen had arms not wrapped around her, but she couldn't bring herself to care as her eyes fell closed and unconsciousness tugged at her until she couldn't hold on any longer and fell limp in someone's arms.

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Diana

I awoke on a bed in a room that was not my own. I stared at the ceiling blankly then moved to get up but my limbs felt too heavy so I laid there a bit longer until a man with dark brown hair and steely blue grey eyes came to the front of my mind and suddenly my limbs could move again and I sprang to my feet then immediately sat down as my head swam.

When the dizziness passed I looked around. There were two doors, one was open and I saw it was a bathroom, and the other was closed. There was an elegant dresser across from the bed, set next to the bathroom and the closed door sat at the other side of it. A nightstand was beside the bed with a glass of water on it and on the right side of the bed was a window with a window seat and pillows on it. The curtains were wide open letting bright sunlight spill into the room. The bed I was in was queen sized with a big dark blue heavy blanket on it and a light blue sheet under it.

When I stood up again I realized I was swimming in a gigantic shirt and had boxers on.

I walked slowly to the nightstand and picked up the glass of water. Taking a sip I found I was parched and gulped the rest of it down. When I was finished with the glass I set it back down on the nightstand.

I needed a weapon, I decided so I looked around the bedroom and unless pillows were weapons then I found nothing.

I walked to the bathroom and saw that across from me was a grand shower and to my left I saw a sink and a toilet across from it. Whoever owned this house had to be rich to own expensive furniture like this. Next to the sink I saw a wooden towel rack attached to the wall with a towel hanging on it.

Yanking the towel off the towel rack I dropped it to the floor then started to pry the towel rack off the wall.

It took all my strength to pull it out but after a bit of tugging and hitting it I finally heard that satisfying "crack" I was looking for and broke it off the wall the rest of the way. The sudden release made me fall to the floor and bang my head on the tiled floor, hard.

I lay there for a moment to catch my bearings again and when the room stopped spinning I got up and banged the ends of the rod against the sink to break the metal hooks that attached it to the wall off.

After I was finished breaking them off I exited the bathroom and walked to the closed door. I grabbed the door handle and tried turning it but as I expected it would be it was locked.

I made a beeline towards the window and tried to open it. It wouldn't budge.

Frustrated, I paced the room.

"There has to be a way out," I muttered to myself. But I couldn't see how to get out.

Walking to the window again I studied it. It didn't look like it was meant to be opened.

"Maybe I could break it," I muttered.

I walked to the door next. Crossing my arms I studied that too. It looked to have been locked from the outside.

Maybe I could pick it with a wood splinter or something-

The door opened at that moment.

Jumping back I readied the wooden rod to hit someone. I saw the man with dark brown hair and steely blue grey eyes walk in.

"Stay back," I warned.

He came to a stop with a look of amusement on his face, but slowly put his hands up as a sign of surrender, but I didn't get this far in life to trust what was in front of me, so I just tightened my grip on the rod.

"I see that you're awake," He began and took a step forward.

I didn't answer him, just stared him dead in the eye with a defiance that I didn't feel. He took another step forward.

"I'm sorry we had to meet like this Diana, I'm John. John Dickman. You might have heard of me?" Egotistical brat, I thought but just stared at him blankly. He took another step closer to me and continued. I was rooted to the spot unable to move a muscle. "I guess not. I've been watching you for a while Diana and I know-"

I cut him off. "Do you really know?" I asked accusingly. "Do you really know how it feels to be knocked out by drugs, kidnapped and to wake up in a bedroom you don't recognize?!" I was yelling now and flinging my arms about to cry. I could just imagine how red my face was right then too. "Do you know what it feels like to be locked in a room, trapped?! Do you know just how much I want to beat you to death for laying your hands on me?! Do you know how much I would love to just go home to my family and friends and tell them how much they mean to me?!" I broke down then and collapsed into arms that held me while I sobbed. I started beating on his chest weakly while at the same time pulling him close for comfort. He was rubbing my arms rocking me. "Do you know how terrified I am?" I said between sobs and I stopped beating him just crying.

I don't know when I dropped my weapon but it was gone and I wasn't going to look for it. I didn't have the energy.

After a long while I began to calm down. I was exhausted from crying and the lasting effects of the drug. I felt myself being picked up and put back in bed. After a few minutes sleep began to take me again, and I let it.

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John

I pulled back the covers and laid her back down on the bed. I didn't realize how soft a woman could feel until I carried her and I wanted to experience it again, but I respected her body space and ignored the urge to press her against me again. When I released her she curled into a ball and her breaths started evening out. This was the cutest thing I had ever seen before and I pulled the covers over her then kissed her forehead unexpectedly. I turned on my heel, picked up the rod and left the room.

"Lock the door and make sure there's food on the nightstand when she wakes up," I ordered, then as an afterthought. "Report to me when she's awake," Then I walked away.

I had to go to a press meeting in a few hours, and later I had to send a man to get Diana's friend, miss Greyson.

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