Notice: All thoughts will be in italics throughout the whole story. Also this story may be disturbing to some readers ( not just this chapter but in upcoming ones). Thank you for your time and I hope you enjoy this book. Feel free to let me know what you think!

Lillian's point of view

As we were walking back to the main part of the Café, I heard faint breathing. I stopped dead in my tracks. I saw a man, wearing black from head to toe and a mask covering his face. He had a gun. A big gun and it was pointed at me and Emma.

I could sense Emma turning around. I just looked over at her and then I screamed. He rushed over and grabs Emma, then stuffed her head in a bag, and then made his way to the door. I couldn't move. Some people from the café started to gather to see what was happening as the others started screaming and running out the door.

Suddenly, Luke jumped forward and lunged at this mysterious attacker. I saw Emma break free from his grasp, but she couldn't see, she started running the wrong way towards the back door. I looked over and saw Luke and the kidnapper wrestling.

The man pushed Luke backwards. Luke brought his leg up to his side and started to unstrap the knife on the side of his ankle. The kidnapper took advantage of the moment shot Luke. In between the eyes. "H-h-h-hee he killed Luke" I stuttered. The attacker shot a couple of bullets at us then grabbed Emma and ran out the back door.

I couldn't move. I-I just watched my best friend get kidnapped and Luke, poor Luke. He was dead. I heard the back door slam and I just stood there in pure shock. I was brought out of it by people screaming. And I look down, at Luke. He had a perfect shot right in between his eyes.

The floors were with blood. My whole body was covered in blood splatters, everywhere. Looking over at my shoulder I realized I had been shot, and it was bleeding, and fast. My shoulder was shot. Luke was dead. And Emma was with the killer. She was gone. At that moment I just felt everything just go in circles, that was the last I remembered.

Emma's point of view

The van skidded to a stop. I could hear the front door being opened, then being fiercely slammed shut.

"Was he coming to let me go? Was this it, was I going to die? Would I ever see my friends and family again?"

He opened up the back and shoved some water at me. He pointed his gun at me and said "don't move, just drink this." I didn't, I just looked in back and forth at him and the water.

"Could he have poison that? There's no way I'm drinking this water."

As if he read my mind he said "Drink, it is not poisoned"

"Sure as exactly what somebody who would have poisoned the water would say. Just let me go.
What do you want?"

"Money Emma, I want your father's money."

"Well there is no way on Earth he is ever giving any money to you!"

"If he wants you alive, he will give me money, and he'll give me $500,000 of it. Now, are you going to drink the water or what?" He said as he tried to push it in my mouth.

"No, I won't" I shouted.

"Well I wasn't asking, I don't you fainting on me from the heat." he said as he forced my jaw open. I grabbed the water bottle and threw it in his face. Then I started to run full speed down the road, but a few steps in he caught hold of my neck and held his gun against my temple. " You won't kill me, then you won't get any money" I said in challenging time.

"Oh yeah, I wouldn't be so sure of that if I were you. Your father does not have to know that I killed you."
He replied as he laughed.

"Man, he is cute when he laug---

I shook my head as if to erase the thought but it failed. Miserably. I looked his body up and down he was very fit. You could see his perfectly toned body through his skin tight shirt. His eyes were a deep blue. He was shaven clean and had an edged jawline with a scar across his left cheek. He was surprisingly... Handsome. I was snapped out of my day dreaming when he grabbed my arm and threw me back in the car. Then he slammed the trunk closed which caused my whole body to shutter.

Liam's point of view

I pulled up to the long driveway leading to the gang House. I was stopped at the entrance by a gate, it stretched all the way along the property of the house. "Man had I missed this house. It has been a few months". I pulled up to the gate and entered my password "Liam Rivers, gang leader" I said as it scanned my face.

The gate swung open as it registered my face. The gang house had a long driveway, it had pillars on the outside of the deck. It was all white with black shutters. I pulled down my visor and hit the button to make the underground garage pop up. I was home.

Once I had parked, I got out to grab my prisoner. Who was kicking and screaming. When I went to open the trunk and get her out, I grabbed her, but she was flailing her arms and legs everywhere. I grabbed her arms and pinned her against the vehicle. Still, she tried to get out of my grass and was screaming "Let me go you murderer"

"Now Emma, that's not a very smart thing to say to a murderer, is it? That might I add, a murderer who can easily kill you". I answered. My voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You won't kill me. You definitely won't get any money for my father if I'm dead!" She screamed. She then spit in my face. I smacked her across the face. She whimpered as blood was now dripping from the corner of her mouth she had a hand mark forming on the right side of her face.

"Now that was a mistake Emma". I replied as I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her inside.

Emma's point of view

He grabbed my hair and started dragging me behind him, through the parking garage an upside door to get into the house. We got inside the house and I started to scream. "Let me go you bastard"! I yelled I thrashed around, but he only gripped my hair tighter.

I reached up and tried to hit his neck, but he just ducked my head down, and he threw me in front of him into a wall. Screaming I put a hand on my face to find liquid running down it. I heard people chuckling behind me as I cried trying to hold my head with my hands, but he was tying them behind my back. He swung me around to face him. He leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"Now, if I had a pretty face like yours I would stop pissing me off before it gets ruined" he said as tightened the rope on hand so it was digging into my flesh.

"How can a person be so cruel" I replied trying to keep my voice even, as to not show he hurt me.

"Oh Emma, I wasn't even being cruel. I was being like I normally am, you see sweetheart, I was trying to be nice when I was going to give you water, since I know trunks are usually pretty hot, but you blew that when you tried running away" he replied chuckling. I clenched my jaw, so I didn't say something I was going to regret. With one hand he grabbed my hands and with the other he grabbed my hair. He led me down to what looks like to be a basement remodeled into a dungeon. Along the wall on the left-hand side there were metal cells.

In the middle there was a guy tied to in a chair, with a gag in his mouth, next to him was what looked to be a cafeteria lunch cart. Loaded with knives, guns, tape, brass knuckles, bats, whips, blades, salt, and something that looked like jumper cables in water. The guy was bleeding out of every part of his body, completely unrecognizable. I shivered in disgust. On the right-hand side of the room there were poles and posts, there were also ropes and chains hanging from the ceilings and stuck on the walls. He led me to the chains on the wall.

He told his men "strip her then chain her to the wall". All his men echoed "yes boss" in union. I started to scream for him to just throw me in a cell, but he just looked at me and said "maybe next time you should think about whom you spit at" he replied chuckling as he left the room. His men went to work tearing my clothes and chaining me up as I screamed.

"Please help me" I croaked as they walked out just shaking their heads and laughing. As the last one of them was walking out he turned the light off. I was now left cold, afraid, and in the dark. That was the last thing I remembered before slipping into unconsciousness.