Hostage

Prologue

I'm Raven, and i'm nothing short of a spoiled princess. My father owns the biggest company in America and my mother is the most well known lawyer in North America. We live in California, in a giant mansion with 2 servants who wait on me hand and foot. I guess i'm lucky since even though i'm unbelievably rich I don't act overly snotty or mean like other rich girls. But being rich can get you on a heavy hit list especially since i'm only 19, it makes you look like an easy target.

Chapter 1-

I stood in front of the mirror staring at my face, I was lightly tanned, with long curly black hair, brown eyes, and a small figure. Though typical to my nature I could always find a flaw somewhere.

"Miss Cox, it is time to leave for class" the maid said behind the bathroom door.

"I'll be right out" I said.

I grabbed my blue backpack and walked downstairs to the kitchen.

"Raven! you haven't left yet, your going to be late! Again!"

"Chill Mom, i'm gonna get there on time" I smirked at her, I knew she didn't like my attire, I was wearing skinny jeans with a low cut white t-shirt, and my red converse. My hair tickled my face as I swung around and out the door.

"Which car today Miss Cox?" George asked.

"How about the Mustang" I waited for our youngest helper to bring the car around.

"Here you are Raven" Dillon pulled the car up and tossed me the keys. I slid into the drivers side and took off, theres no better feeling then driving a fast sports car. I pulled into the small drive of the college, and parked close by. I jogged into the school and found my class, Health 305. I was studying for a doctorate degree. I was really good in the class and working very hard. After about 2 hours the class was over and I went to my next and last class of the day Medicines 220. Another 2 hours of easy studying I was allowed to leave campus after class but it was only 12 in the afternoon.

So I went to my favorite restaurant downtown and found my table then sat down, the waiter took my order and left. I started texting and messing around on my phone, but I looked up when a young guy walked in he looked about my age, but looked like he just got beat up pretty bad he had a black eye, swollen lip, and multiple scratches on his face and neck. He looked around then finally settled his gaze on my table. I watched him make his way to my table.

"You wouldn't happen to be Raven Cox would you?" he looked at his hand when he said my name.

"Maybe, who's asking?" I went back to my texting and didn't look when he sat down.

"Whoa! No one said you could sit down" I glared at him.

"I just wanted to talk" He tried to smile but was only capable of a half hearted wince.

"Why do you look like hell" I asked and looked up from my phone, he was staring at me intently. And I saw the waiter stare at him then come to my table, he set my food and drink down with a note attached I read it quickly.

Were watching him. You're safe  

I smiled at the waiter as he walked into the kitchen then the guy finally spoke up.

"Thanks for being honest" he laughed. I ate and he watched me, i'd be lying if I said it wasn't creepy, but he didn't say a word. When I was finished I left the money plus a hefty tip on the table and got up to leave unfortunately the ugly guy stood up with me. 

"Look this weird small talk thing is over, i'm going home and I suggest you go to the hospital"

"It's fine" He dipped his napkin in the water the waiter had brought him and quickly wiped down his face when he looked back up there was a slight difference, the scratches looked much more faded and his lip was still busted but didn't seem swollen. I assumed the blood must have played an illusion. 

"Good to know you'll survive but will you please leave so I can leave"

"I'm not stopping you" He gestured to the door with his hand. I looked back at the waiter who was watching us. I decided if i ran for the car once we were out of the restaurant I had a chance. He followed me out then once I took my first step outside he put a gun to my side and told me to come with him. I rammed my elbow into his gut but he recovered and grabbed my shirt before I could run far enough. I fell to the ground and he ran while dragging me to a car. 

"Let Me go!" I yelled, but he cupped his hand around my mouth.I tried to bite his fingers but they weren't close enough.

"et m o" my muffled screams weren't audible. He punched the car into reverse and haphazardly drove as fast as he could out of there. He took his hand away to start steering, I grabbed my pone and dialed 911. He grabbed the phone and threw it out the window.

 "NO" I yelled.

I suddenly grabbed the wheel and tried to take control, also trying to knock him out. I only got one good punch into his nose before he put the gun to my head and I sat back down. 

"Try any of that shit again and I will pull the trigger" He kept the gun low but always made sure it was touching me.

"Why are you even kidnapping me?" 

"I don't need to explain anything to you" he said.

"I think i ought to know! The last time this happened the amateur just took me for money" I looked out the window.

"I have plenty of that" he said, I looked at him unbelievingly.

"You're rich?" I scoffed.

"Yeah almost as much as you are" he focused on driving.

"Then why kidnap me"

"Can you just shut up and let me drive?" He glared at me.

I slumped back in the seat, the radio wasn't even on. To be fair I knew he wouldn't kill me, if you're kidnapping someone that means you most likley need them alive so all I had to do was stay along for the ride and eventually my daddy would get me back. After about 5 hours of driving I fell asleep with my head pressed against the seat, hoping when I woke up things might have improved.

_______The Next Day_______

I woke up in a hotel bed, it was in a separate room from the rest of the penthouse and was spacious, it was just like the hotels I usually stay in, the covers were plush and comforting, I started to make my way to the main room, once I was in the main room I realized where I was. Las Vegas, I smiled it was one of my favorite places, then I heard the bathroom door open.

"Hey you're up" my kidnapper smiled at me he was in a pair of pajama pants and had cleaned himself up, he was extremely handsome. His black hair was wavy and almost touched his shoulders, he was tanned and had Ice blue eyes, and a radiating smile. Not to mention a pretty built body. I stared at him for  a little bit, letting the fact that a total hunk was the guy I should be escaping from right now.

"What?" he looked at me.

"Nothing it's just you look a lot better then the last time I saw you" 

"Well the last time was right after I got pummeled into the ground" he looked at the counter and started walking over there.

"Well, if i'm going to be traveling with you then how about I get your real name" I walked to him.

"Um...Jack" he turned to look at me.

"Okay, doesn't sound legit but we'll roll with it" I smiled.

"You're not supposed to like your kidnapper" he looked back to the fridge behind him.

"Well, my kidnappers aren't usually this attractive" I heard him laugh as I walked to the bathroom he just came from.