Kiss me like you miss me

Lucien POV

"Find her. Find her now." My overall anger was exploding, a dense fire had been awakened in me a flame that burned deep into my mind. It was my fault she was taken by whoever the fuck took her.

Took my wife, my Mrs.drug cartel, my property. I shouldn't care, it should just be the worry's about my deal going south. But a feeling deep down in my gut... something I've never heard of... never felt.

"Lucien we have been trying to narrow it down but no one is talking. Everyone is saying they had nothing to do with it." My 3rd, Rafael, said arms folded behind his back as I paced the floor

Back and fucking forth.

Kiara and her dumb ass sarcastic attitude annoy me to death but I've grown used to it. Got used to her being just—here.

Things I have I don't share. The second she came to me she became mine. These pussy feelings I'm having making me sick.

"Out. Everyone get the fuck out"I growl clenching my fists, the skin on my knuckles a ghostly white. "John.stay."

The door slamming behind the last person as we stand there, the whitewashed walls unmoved by our silence. "why." I say plainly and the way he looked at me, knowing exactly what my simple words meant.

"When you find her, you better fucking hope she will forgive you," he says walking up close to me, he cares about her and I know he blames me. Our friendship in the edge because of a woman.

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Kiara POV

"Let me the fuck go you stupid ass wipe" I scream curses as my wrists and feet are bound to a chair with ropes and zip ties. The people who took me never showing their faces wearing ski masks whenever they came in to talk to me.

"Fuck, do you ever shut up?" My least favorite kidnaper man growled grabbing my chin and squeezing my cheeks together. "Now just sit still and look pretty because you might be here a while..." he bites "and pissing off the people who are keeping you is a dangerous thing to do" letting me go and pushing my head to the side as he backs away.

When I regained consciousness I woke up here, tied to a chair and bruised. Lucky they didn't touch me tho."Good thing I live my life dangerously then."I smile and lunged from the chair, well attempt to anyway. Shaking his head he grabs a camera and a tripod setting it up in front of where I'm tied.

"What you gonna do become a vlogger?"

His eyes a chestnut brown, and based on the color of his eyebrows his hair was probably brown too. Overall he was fit, fast and strong but not more than Lucien, don't think it's possible. "This you little cunt is a video that we are going to send to your fucking husband as a message."

I felt my eyes widen as I wondered just what he was going to do to me. I wasn't ready to die, not yet. "What are you going to do? Kill me? Are you really gonna hurt a girl? Coward."I yelled as he started the camera and moving out of my point of vision, behind me grabbing the head of the chair making me jump.

"Lucien. This is what happens when you fuck with the wrong people." his voice angry, violence-ridden as he places a gag in my mouth. 50 shades of fucking fear up my asshole right about now.

"Your stupid wife seems loyal, wouldn't give up anything about you. She's a bitch really" he growls as he places and hands low on my thigh as he takes out a dagger. A silver knife, sharp and clean.

"Lucien," I think, so stupidly he's the first person I want to come to save me. A man who said I was basically just a worthless slut he purchased. But I am not.

I'm an alcoholic, a psycho, a bitch but not someone's message. Looking dead at the camera that's recording this moment, I knew that I no longer cared that he said that. I'd rather be there than here. Safe with a dangerous man who has me but doesn't want me.

The brown-eyed man twirling the blade around in his fingers as he crouched down beside me. "You are going to hear her...scream." the sadistic fucker growls as he draws a line into my leg like he coloring on paper.

A scream indeed coming from my lips.

Tugging at the zip ties, desperation, anger and every other emotion have pooling into my thoughts.

The tiny voice of pure panic in my head as the zip tie silently breaks goes dead as he looks at me cutting me waiting for me to beg for my life. Never

Never have I been more scared, how was I supposed to beat a man with a knife? The crimson blood dripping down my leg scares me. Dizzy, but this isn't how Kiara Blackwell is going to end.

He looked unfocused as he looked back at the camera. Using this opportunity I grab the knife from him I stab him in his shoulder, hequickly stumbled back as I feel sick to my stomach blood pouring out of his wound. "You fucking bitch!" he growls coming at me as I cut the ropes around my feet and stand up.

but he throws me into the chair like a doll and I hit the ground the knife clattering far left from me. "This isn't how it's supposed to go. I wasn't supposed to kill you fast but your pissing me off" he says grabbing me by the hair and dragging me across the floor.

A nail lying in the ground, I grab it and I hesitantly shove into his calf. His scream of pain loud as he falls clenching his shattered bone.

I felt like an actor in a movie, like this wasn't real. Just a movie, a fake moment. But it was all too real.

"Son of a bitch!" he growled, backing up till his body hit the wall. trembling, as I had grabbed the knife in hand again from the floor. "What are you going to do? You don't have it in you to kill me"

3 weeks ago I didn't, I couldn't have even imagined killing someone. Hurting someone was off my list. Was it the adrenaline that made me not fear it? He was right that I wasn't going to kill him.

I'm just gonna send a message. then I'm going to get the fuck out of this place.

"I'm not going to kill you,"I say, and be laughs mercilessly. "But I do need to get a message across as repayment" I smile before smashing the handle of the knife into his head knocking him out.

Standing there I watched him silently the grey walls and grey floor dimly lit, I grabbed him placing him on the chair. His heavyweight adding strain onto me.

Tying him up like he wasn't human, like how he did to me. "Fuck all of you"I yell into the camera.

My hand reaching for the door handle I freeze, smiling turning back to face him I remove his hood. A sharpie laying on a metal tray beside him I write largely on his forehead.

A big, over exaggerated penis. Balls and everything.

My heart racing like a Horse as I pull the door open, the white hallway I ran down seeming to be never-ending. Was he the only fucker here?

Who were these people?
What is this place?
Why.

Questions of plenty rushing in my head as I reached a set of doors. I slammed into them, revealing the outside.

The stars playing up in the sky's feeling so comforting. I had no idea how long I was there, but by the exhaustion and hunger that filled me I knew it was at least a couple days. The moonlight shining on me as I ran through a sort of forest that surrounded the compound I was escaping from.

Wondering if they had noticed I was gone yet.

My chest heavy as I ran, I ran until I got to a gas station. In all honesty, I don't know where I am and no one seemed to want to help the girl on the side of the road dressed in a ripped shirt and her panties.

"How can I help you miss?" an old man asked looking down at my legs and the straight back up to my eyes. "Need to call someone?" he asked, I saw kindness in his eyes, a sort of welcome.

"That obvious? Yes please"I gasped as it felt like I could finally take a breath, one I seemed to hold in up until now. "You look like shit little girl," he said handing me a couple of quarters and pointing to the pay phone outside. "Yah feel like shit to"I smiled weakly.

I walked up to the old phone, Pushing in the only number I could think of, the sound ringing three times before he spoke.

"Who the fuck is this and what do you want." his voice sounded furious, his tone strained and stressed.

"Lucien, help me"

This I might delete and rewrite idk tho

Xoxo-A.k