"𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕘𝕦𝕟."

-𝔸𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕦𝕤

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Ｍａｓｏｎ

After our argument on Saturday, Alex and I have not spoken. For the most point, I think he was avoiding me not that I necessarily had a problem with it. It was now Friday and we didn't have school for whatever reason, so Miles, Nico and I had gone to breakfast along with Henry and Sebastian who are honestly so freaking adorable. We had just gotten back and Nico parked at the end of the driveway because he apparently had places to be later and didn't want to be blocked in. I stumbled over the sidewalk, not realizing that it was so close which of course caused all of the boys to laugh.

"Ha, ha. Very funny." I rolled my eyes as I straightened up. As soon as my they gathered themselves, my phone started ringing. After nearly forty years, I finally found it in the bottom of my purse. Seeing Pipers name on the screen, I looked up to the boys who were just standing there awkwardly whilst waiting for me. "It's Piper, you guys can go ahead and go in, I'll be there in a second."

They didn't need to be told twice because next thing I knew, they were all running up the driveway, arguing with one another who was going to be Donkey Kong with Nico yelling the last to the game room had to be Princess peach whilst he shoved Henry into a bush beside the front door. He quickly bounced up and punched Nico in his crowned jewels which left him collapsing just as the door was pushed shut.

I snorted as I slid my finger across the screen to answer. "Sup dog?"

Piper was silent for a minute. "Did you really just 'sup dog?' to me?"

I cringed. "I did, sorry. I think Nico is rubbing off on me."

"Do he actually say that to people?"

"On a daily basis." I nodded even if she couldn't see me.

"Ew. Anyway, I called you because I went on a date last night."

I gasp. "You did and you didn't tell me?"

"I did. Anyway, it was complete and utter shit. I'm not even kidding. I've never been on a more horrible date in my life."

"How many dates have you been on?"

"Well, technically last night would be my first but that doesn't matter. What matters is how crappy it was. Which is honestly so upsetting because he was so hot."

"Who was he anyway?" I asked as I stepped back, leaning my body slightly against Nico's car.

"His name was Erik, I met him at Jamba Juice. He ordered the same thing as me so I thought it'd be a perfect match. Yeah, a big fucking mistake on my part. He was incorrigible."

"What happened?"

"What didn't happen? Okay, so let me start from the beginning. He said he'd pick me up at seven, he showed up at eight but whatever, I was willing to let that slide. He said he had planned on going out to eat and asked if I was hungry which I said yes because I mean, I'm not about to deny food. Anyway, So I ask him where we're going and he says that it's a surprise and though I hate surprises I was just going with it because I mean, it was kind of cute. Right? Yeah, no. He pulls up to Taco Bell, which I'm not expecting some five-star restaurant that cost an arm and a leg or anything but come on, Taco Bell for a first day. Again though, I let it go. So we go in and he orders his food and steps aside to let me order mine and then the cashier tells us the total and suddenly, Erik lets me know that he's just so happened to forget his wallet. Which okay, again, I didn't just expect him to pay for me and girls can pay for guys and whatnot but now I'm paying for a fifty dollar Taco Bell bill when all I got was lemonade and a chicken quesadilla. Still, I let it go and we get our food and sit down and everything seems to be going okay and whatnot and then while I'm in the middle of taking a sip of my lemonade, this bitch grabs a piece of quesadilla. He doesn't even ask, just reaches over and grabs my food and shoves it in his mouth. I swear to the Gods above, I can forgive all else but then you go and touch my food."

I hear a van door sliding open behind me oddly close which causes me to pull the phone away from my ear to glance back. Except before I'm even able to see anything, I grabbed behind by large, hairy arms wrapping around my midsection. What the actual hell?

"Don't scream or I'll shoot you." A deep voice orders before shoving a blindfold over my eyes.

"Um, excuse me but I'd like to know what in God's name you think you're doing. Let me go you freak." I snapped, long forgetting my phone that had been flung out of my hand as soon as I was grabbed.

"Shut up." And then his hand covered my mouth, making any other words I had to say come out muffled.

Are you actually flipping kidding me right now? Fear began to set in as the gravity of the situation began to set in. Was I literally being kidnapped? I was shoved roughly into what I can only assume was the car that they arrived in. As soon as the car began moving, my wrists were tied tightly behind my back. Okay, they were bound with duct tape but still. I pulled against the restraint as hard as I could possibly imagine but no avail. I felt my eyes well up with tears almost immediately. How did this even happen? How did my life become to this? Why was I even being kidnapped?

The sudden thoughts of being kidnapped and brought into sex trafficking swirled in my head causing the panic to rise. "Please, please let me go," I begged, though no one said anything. We drove for a bit longer whilst I did everything in my power to keep my tears from falling. Now was no time to be weak.

I fell forward as the driver harshly on the breaks before quickly shutting off the vehicle. I was currently laying on my stomach on the bottom of the van whilst the door slid open.

"Get up." A gruff voice snapped.

"Um, yeah because I have total use of my hands right now." I deadpanned, sarcastically. A large hand wrapped around my bicep, roughly pulling me into a sitting position and then out of the car. Seeing as I'm blindfolded, I keep tripping causing them to practically drag me to wherever it was we were going. As soon as we came to a stop, the blindfold was harshly ripped off of my head.

I squinted my eyes adjusted to the light. I hastily looked around, though there wasn't much around. We seemed to be in a warehouse of some sorts. Albeit completely bare and dirty.

"Look who we have here."

My head snapped in the direction of the voice and of course, none other than the man that calls himself Sinister was walking until he came to a stop a few feet in front of me. "You," I grunted, annoyed as ever. Here my bitch ass was thinking the worst and he was the one behind all of this.

"It's me, darling." He smirked, though he looked quite disturbing if you asked me.

"Did you seriously have to kidnap me? Well, have your little boy toys kidnap me. What, can the big, bag Sinister not to the job himself?" I grunted.

He took a step forward. "Oh, I could have but you see, this is so much more fun."

"Or you're just a weak little Bitch." I snapped. He raised his hand suddenly and brought it quickly and directly to my cheek causing my head to snap in the opposite direction. It hurt, I won't lie but it's not as if I would ever let him know how much it affected me. "Yep, just like I thought. A weak bitch." Next thing I knew, his fist was making contact with my cheekbone causing my head to immediately snap back. "My grandmother hits harder than you," I said, spitting blood at his feet. But of course, this only angered him and suddenly, his hand was wrapped around my neck gripping tightly.

"I'd shut my mouth if I were you, Petite Salope." He snapped, letting go just as my vision began flickering. The pavement ripped apart my bare shoulder and arm making me grunt in pain. I gasped, desperately trying to gain the air back that he had robbed me of. I continued to choke and breath heavily whilst he checked his phone, seemingly bored out of his mind. (little bitch)

"Va te faire foutre, Va te faire foutre, gros tas de merde." I spat, slowly bringing myself onto my knees, wobbling slightly as I stood up.   (Go fuck yourself you fat piece of shit.)

"Vous parlez Francais" He mused, seemingly shocked.   (You speak French.)

"Pas de merde, Sherlock." (No shit, Sherlock.)

"Je regarde ce que tu me dis, petite fille." (I'd watch what you say to me, little girl.)

"Sinon quoi? Tu vas encore me frapper? Fais-le. Tu es un putain de lâche. Une petite ordure de vie. Tu frappes comme une putain de salope de toute façon." (Or what? Are you going to hit me again? Do it. You're a fucking coward. A low life piece of scum. You hit like a fucking bitch anyway.)

His fist came down on my face yet again, hitting just below my already gushing cut causing me to fall yet again. "Devrait vous tuer ici. Personne ne vous manquera de toute façon, vous les pères morts et ce n'est pas comme si vous êtes mère veut vous. Mais pas encore, il ne serait pas beaucoup de plaisir si Alex n'était pas là pour regarder que je torture son petit orphelin précieux " ( I should kill you right here. No one will miss you anyway, you fathers dead and it isn't as if you're mother wants you. But not yet, it wouldn't be much fun if Alex wasn't here to watch as I torture his treasured little orphan)

"Vous devez être idiot, parce que je vous l'ai dit avant, Alex ne se soucie pas moins de moi, ni sommes-nous quelque chose " (You must be daft, because I've told you before, Alex couldn't care less about me nor are we anything.)

He chuckled darkly. "Peut-être que tu ne le vois pas encore, chéri. Cependant, je peux vous assurer, vous êtes très important pour le tristement célèbre Assassin." (Maybe you don't see it yet, Darling. However, I can assure you, you are quite important to the infamous Assassin.)

"Tu délires." (You're delusional.)

"Peut-être, chéri. Je suppose qu'on va devoir attendre et voir." He stands up, brushing the invisible dirt off of his crips black pants. "On rentre à la maison maintenant." (Maybe so, Darling. I suppose we'll just have to wait and see. Let's get you home now.)

My eyes widened slightly. "That's it?"

"Why yes Dear. I told you that the real fun would begin when Alex was here to watch." He grabs my upper arm and shoves me forward. "Maintenant dépêche-toi. Je n'ai pas toute la journée. Je suis un homme très occupé." (Now hurry up. I don't have all day. I'm a very busy man.)

I snort. "Busily jerking off to Grandma porn, I can only assume."

"Grandmas and porn aren't really my thing. I prefer to be part of the action as well as surrounded with beautiful women." He smirked, "Je peux vous montrer si vous voulez." (I can show you if you'd like.)

I cringed, "Je préférerais mourir d'une mort longue, malheureuse et douloureuse." (I'd rather die a long, miserable and painful death.)

"Cela peut être arrangé" He looked down at his watch. "Mais un autre jour. J'ai une réunion vingt. C'était sympa de te voir ma chère." (That can be arranged, But another day, I've got a meeting in twenty. It was nice seeing you my dear,)

And just like that, he was gone and the blindfold was being pushed back over my eyes. I struggled more this time around to walk seeing as a grown man had used me as a punching bag. I was still coughing on and off despite my attempts to stop. My face was bleeding as well as my mouth, making me want to vomit from the copper taste evading my taste buds. I could feel the blood sliding down my arm from where my shoulder and bicep made contact with the cement, the wind causing it to sting.

And yet again, I was harshly shoved back into the vehicle and we began driving. Not too long after we pulled to a stop and the blindfold, yet again was lifted off of my head. Only this time we were still in the van. I looked around at the five men surrounding me, "You're all a bunch of ugly mother fuckers aren't you." I chortled. Most of them ignored me as the duct tape was cut, freeing me. I'm pretty sure one of them rolled their eyes whilst another one slid open the door before grabbing ahold of my injured arm causing a sharp intake of breath and practically throwing me onto the sidewalk. Thankfully, I was able to catch myself, though I laid there for a few minutes, even after they drove away. Everything hurt and stung.

With another grunt, I clambered to my feet and began the mile-long trek up the driveway. I couldn't help but wince with every step. The first time I fell to the ground, I also hit my hip pretty hard which I can only assume is going to result in a massive bruise. Albeit, I'm pretty sure that's the least of my worries, seeing as my shirt is covered in my blood. Just as I came to the door, I came to the realization that I, in fact, did not have my keys.

Just flipping great. I rang the doorbell, praying to God that Isabella and Alessandro were at work. I didn't see their cars in the driveway but that didn't mean that they weren't parked in the garage. I leaned against the doorframe, needing the assistance. Not a minute later the door swung open, leaving me face to face with a now bug-eyed Beau. 

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authors note, 

Wooo for updates! So firstly I want to say that there's French in here and seeing as I don't speak French, nor do I know anyone who does, I had to rely solely on Google Translate which I know isn't always right. So if something is wrong, please comment and let me know and I'll be sure to change it immediately. 

On another note, I hope you enjoy this chapter and I already have bullet points for the entire next chapter written out so it shouldn't take me long. I'd say it should be up late Friday night if not by then, then defiantly on Saturday.  

Anyway, once again, I hope you like the chapter and thank you so much for reading, commenting and voting! 

I love you guys and I hope you all have an amazing day! ❤☼☺ 

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