Disclaimers
⚠️Those who have not read Abduct by Lust please do not read this book. This is part 2 of the Köhler Series!⚠️
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This story is for a mature audience only. Abduction, violence, abuse, rape, and killing will be in graphic detail. If this is a trigger, allow yourself to skip the chapter. Mature vulgarity, such as explicit sex sense and language, will be used. Remember, this story is rated mature!
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Words used throughout the story that may not translated:
Kleine (little one)
Liebe (love)
Schatz (sweetheart)
Ja (Yes)
Nein (No)
To those who do not know, this is the first story of The Köhler Series (and the first book written by DreamerGirlKes rewritten/edited). Please read the stories in the order below.
“No, I’m not done with you... I’m hungry. Go cook me one of your famous breakfast meals.” He couldn’t believe his ears, but what could he do? Even if he did try to break loose, she would have him back into the room before he could blink. Plus, Axel had no clue where he was at. All the windows were blacked out, and he wasn’t allowed outside. As far as he knew, they were in another country.
He was stuck... caught in Bridget’s web until he was rescued, which he hoped would be soon. However, his son, mother, or Obioma wouldn’t like it, but he had to play nice until he found a way out. So, with a heavy sigh, he dragged himself into the kitchen, pissed while listening to the sound of the heavy chain tugging behind him. Once there, he fixed Bridget her favorite as she claimed as she walked in happy. She was living in a fantasy, and he hated it, but he gave her a smile and sat a plate in front of the girl as the door flew open.
His son was the first-person Axel saw with his gun drawn, ready to shoot down anyone who stood in his way until he saw him. When he saw it was only him and Bridget in the kitchen, his expression changed from relieved to pissed and confused while he waited for him to explain himself. It was something he didn’t need to do, but the chain around his ankle pretty much explained it all.
“Really? You’re cooking fucking breakfast for the bitch that kidnapped you. Are you damn mad?”
“Luca—”
“NO, YOU LISTEN TO ME! WE HAVE BEEN WORRYING OUR ASSES OFF, LOOKING FOR YOU FOR THE PAST EIGHT IN A HALF MONTHS! MY MOTHER HAS BEEN BROKEN; YOUR MOTHER, CHILDREN, ME, AND EVERYBODY ELSE HAVE BEEN WORRIED SICK! AND YOU’RE HERE PLAYING HOUSE WITH A BITCH YOU BARELY KNOW!”
Axel’s mouth opened again to give him a reason why he was still there, but Luca ended up punching him square in the middle of his face. He couldn’t lie the shit hurt like a muthafucka. It left him seeing stars for a moment, but he couldn’t be mad at his son because he would have done the same. However, it was safe to say he was knocked on his ass by his son and hit again as he tried to stand up. Luca was letting out his emotions with every hit until he heard Obioma’s voice.
“LUCA... LUCA BABY STOP! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL HIM!” She yelled, but Luca decided to get a few more hits in until one of the others finally pulled him off. “Fuck! Chill, cousin.”
Victor was the voice of reason, allowing Luca to let him drop to the floor as Bridget ran over. “You fucking touch him, and I’ll put a bullet through your head. Whatever you and Axel had going on is over. Come near him again, and I swear I won’t hesitate to kill you.”
“Obioma, I messed up... Fucked up bad.” Axel groaned as someone lifted him from the floor. Once on the couch, Obioma was by his side as Bridget returned with a first-aid kit and reached out to him as if Obioma hadn’t told her to keep her hands to herself.
“The Fuck! Did my Mother tell you to keep your fucking hands to yourself Bitch? Get him out of the fucking chains now!”
“Luca, that’s enough! You got your point across. Bridget, do as she told you and get the fuck back.” He knew Luca was pissed and had a right to be, but he was about to let his son’s anger get the best of him as he did him an hour ago. Luca and Adele were doing great, and he couldn’t be the cost of something happening in Luca’s progress.
