Isla
“I love you guys.”
I whisper when my heart has finally slowed down enough to think again.
“We love you too, princess.” Nico whispers back, kissing my forehead. Mason leans over Nico’s chest, kissing my mouth passionately. “We will love you every day for the rest of our lives and probably even after that.”
Mason gets up and a few seconds later I hear the bath running. When he comes back he picks me up bridal style and takes me into the bathroom where he removes the little baby doll dress. Nico sinks down into the large bathtub first, holding out his hands for me to follow and then Mason joins us. While I sit with my back to Nico’s chest, Mason sits across from me, gently massaging my feet while Nico rubs soap into my shoulders.
“A girl could get used to this.” I sigh happily.
“Well, I hope so.” Nico chuckles. “Cause we’re never letting you go.”
The next morning is another of coordinated chaos. I help Mason cook a large spread for breakfast and then we all sit down to discuss what everyone’s job for the day is. My father along with Nico work together to hand out information and instructions. It honestly sounds like a really well put together plan and I feel like we have this one in the bag and that’s the only reason they’re allowing me to go with them today. Although I know that my position being directly next to Nico is no coincidence, I’m still happy I’m included. We all dress in camo gear; being daytime, it will be a lot easier to spot us so we’re doing what we can to blend into the surroundings and then we set off in different groups and cars towards the warehouse. We all park a fair distance away from the location and one person in each car is directed to drive away until they’re called upon to return so that they won’t be spotted and arouse suspicion. Nico and I are paired up near the rear of the warehouse. We’re covered by trees on almost every angel, but we still have enough sight on the building. My Dad and Mom are somewhere at the front of the building, along with Mason and Matteo. We’ve got people scattered throughout the trees in groups and some are even inside the warehouse just in case.
We wait quietly, listening for any sound of an approaching vehicle. Nico checks his watch again, frowning slightly.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper.
“He’s late.” He whispers back..
“How late?”
“About twenty minutes.”
“Maybe they got stuck in traffic somewhere?” I question, trying to find a reason.
“Matteo said he checked in this morning on the captive’s phone; he had correspondence that everything was working on time. It’s not normal for someone to be late for something like moving thirty kids to sell them off to different high–end paying customers.”
I think about it for a second and he’s right…It is odd for Pedro to be late.
“Stay here.” He instructs me as he moves towards Kaiden’s and Hunter’s dads‘ group who is a little closer to the warehouse but still about thirty meters from us. He squats down with them, whispering something I can’t hear. He turns
and stands to come back to me and I see his eyes blow wide, and his mouth opens but I don’t hear what he screams as the warehouse behind him blows up. A huge roar of an explosion that erupts into a massive fireball, throwing debris in every direction. I stand to run to Nico who’s just been sent flying forward onto his face in the ground from the blast, but I’m grabbed from behind. A hand covering my mouth, as another wraps around my waist, pulling me backwards. What sounds like gunfire erupts around me. Men that we’re hit with the blast are trying to get to their feet and I throw an elbow back into this bastard that thinks he can touch me. I make contact with something and I hear a grunt as his hands losen enough for me to spin on my feet. I reach for the knife strapped the my thigh and I swing for his neck but he blocks me quickly. I try again when more hands grab me roughly from behind and I’m pulled off my feet. I watch as the guy in front of me, dressed in all black swat looking gear stalks up to me, grabbing something from his pocket, a needle and pulling the cap off. I wiggle hard but it’s no use against the arms that are squeezing me so tightly I can’t breathe. I swing my legs wildly and I kick the prick behind me a few times but he doesn’t budge. My face is roughly pushed to the side and then I feel a sharp prick in my neck and a painful, cold liquid running through my veins. I’m thrown over the shoulder of prick number one and I lift my head to see the utter chaos that’s unfolding around me. I try to scream, to fight, to do literally anything, but my knees are getting weaker, my arms don’t work, I can barely make a sound as things around me start to getty blury. My vision is swimming as I try to keep my head up to look for Nico, for my dad, for anyone but I can’t make out a tree from a dick right now as I’m forced to let my head slump over the back of this big fucking oaf. I’m vaguely aware of us moving, of us walking away from the scene, of car doors slamming after my body is tossed onto a metal floor and my head collides with something hard. All I can hear is a distance screaming and loud noises that are being drowned out from the sound of tires screeching as I come to the realisation that I am going to fucking kill some cunts when I wake up…Then everything goes black.
