I had been asleep with Reece curled in beside me when everything went crazy. Everything happened so fast, the gunshots had been so loud I had covered my ears closing my eyes and that's when I had been grabbed. Reece growled and I could hear him barking chasing us as I was thrown over some guys shoulder and rushed out of the room.
I remembered screaming at the top of my lungs. Reece lunged grabbing the guy who was carrying me's leg and biting him. The guy who I recognized now as James turned around pointing his gun at Reece, before he could shoot I began kicking and hitting him managing to make his miss his shot. Reece growled but backed off. James cussed jumping in the back of a van.
James dropped me in the floor cussing as he slammed the door. The guy driving turned around, "where's Nate."
James shook his head, "he's not coming, go."
I looked over at the guy behind the wheel trying to remember his name. I knew Logan said one of them had helped him before but I couldn't remember his name. James on the other hand, I'd never forgotten him. As the van spun out taking off I cried out. James had moved and had begun tying my hands behind my back.
"Why are you doing this?"I yelled struggling to get away from James but he only laughed at me running a hand down my cheek. "You are more trouble than you are worth," he said as he moved to sit beside me.
The driver hit a fast turn sending us flying to the other side of the van. "Damnit Steven slow the fuck down, you trying to kill us."
Steven gripped the wheel, "man what happened to Nate."
"What the fuck you think, he's dead. Logan killed him over this stupid bitch. I told you he was fucking her."
"Nate's dead?" The driver said turning around gripping the wheel, "and Logan?"
"Fuck if I know, I grabbed her and got the hell out of there," James said reaching down pulling his jeans up. I saw the blood from where Reece had bitten him. "Stupid ass dog," James said as he looked up at me.
I looked down not wanting to make eye contact with him. James scared me. I knew without a doubt in my mind that he would hurt me. He would hurt me without a second thought. The guy driving kept looking back in the mirror at me and I could only hope that he had some decency left in him.
Tears escaped my eyes as I realized I had no idea if Logan was alive or not. The fact that he didn't come running out of the hotel after us scared me. Was he hurt? Or worse was he dead? A sob escaped my lips bringing James's attention back to me.
Looking down at me he smirked, "nah don't cry now. There will plenty of time for tears later."
The glint in his eyes scared me. Shutting my eyes I tried to block everything out. I missed Logan. Would I ever see him again? Would he even try to find me? I was nothing to him. Nothing but a job that was now out of his hands. I shook my head not believing that. Logan would come for me. He just had to.
James phone rang bringing me back into reality. As I glanced over at him he answered his phone. "We have her but Nate is dead."
He sighed, "I know I hit him but I don't know if he is dead we got the hell out of there."
"Yes, yes Collin was with him."
"No, it will take us at least two days to make to there."
"Yeah, I mean we can send a few pics of her. Let us get further away in case Logan is on our trail."
As he brought his phone down he smiled at me, "hope you're ready to have some fun tonight Mia."
My eyes grew large but I didn't give him the satisfaction of crying and I didn't try and beg him to let me go. I didn't know what he had in store for me but if he was talking about sending pictures I could only imagine.
I flinched as James ran his hand up my leg. "A pity we're going to have to ruin your perfect little body."
Scooting away from him as much as I could I ignored him laughing at me. I only had on a pair of shorts and one of Logan's white tshirts. Closing my eyes again I inhaled Logan's cologne that still clung to the shirt as if he had just taken it off.
I did cry then. I was scared. I was scared of what James would do to me. I was scared that Logan was dead. I was scared that I would die alone. Reality had hit home. I would never see my parents or my siblings again, I'd never be able to attend my first year of college, I'd never do any of the things I'd set out to do in life.