Four

I open my eyes in response to the sound of clapping.

I am momentarily confused as I attempt to determine where I am.

Instead of being in a car, I am in a room with bright lights, expensive-looking cushions, and my hands are tied together in front of me.

  I shut my eyes and open them again. 

The hell… 

"What happened?" I ask the male figure in front of me.

"You fell asleep." He replies.

"What..." 

How in the hell did I manage to get any shut-eye knowing that this was the situation I was in?

I look around again, and my eyes lands on two familiar faces sitting at the end of the room. 

 There's Kane, the driver, who I'm convinced despises my very existence, and then there's the almost-silent guy who, I'm led to assume, doesn't speak much. 

And thanks to the extremely bright lights in the room, I can make out their faces. 

So maybe a perfect description to the cops won't come out too hard. 

While Kane's green dyed hair is fine, the quiet one's orange dyed hair is a terrible choice for his long face.

The man in front of me turns out to be Greg, and when I look at him, I can't stand the sight of his purple hair.

What's the deal with the dyed hair? 

I try to wiggle my way through the ropes around my hand, and seeing how soft it is, I gasp and let it be. 

I look up at Greg, ugh… the people hair. 

"Why am I tied?" I ask. 

"Because you migh-

" There's no reason to explain" kane interrupts and I glare at him. 

He gets on his feet. 

"Liam will be here anyways. I explained things to him already, and you guys, her questions should be irrelevant" 

 I smack my lips with a nod. 

"Okay" I nod again. 

   

Silence falls between us and I observe my environment and situation again. 

     The door is a few feet away and my hand are the only thing that are tied. My legs are free and the guys are all away from the door. 

  I watch as Greg walks away to have a seat with the quiet one at the corner of the room. 

   He brings out a cigarette to share with him, and in seconds they are both carried away. 

Great! 

My eyes searched the guys to see kane getting on his feet and declining their offer to smoke with them, and I shut my eyes in agony. 

Why does he have to be so serious? 

  Greg and the quiet one are already distracted thanks to their little smokey friend, but the stupid man in front of me won't stop staring at me. 

How do I get him distracted and make a run for the slightly open door?

Like this is my only chance and I can't blow it. 

I am lost in thought when the sound of a ringing phone goes off, and it turns out to be kane in front of me. And as he takes out his phone from his washed Jean pocket, he glares at me like he knows what's on my mind. 

   I watch him walk away to the corner of the room to answer whoever is on the line,

 and my stomach gives a nervous ache as my eyes won't leave the exit. 

My only freaking chance. 

Seeing the three men properly distracted. I get my legs all warmed up and wiggle my fingers between the thick ropes, and voila, it came off easy. 

All thanks to my sweaty hands. 

   

  And in light speed, my legs makes a full run to the door, and my right hand stretched further to push the door open. 

I'm doing it, I'm making my way out.

   The victory dance in my head came too soon as my head suddenly slams against something hard- Someone's chest. 

 I take slow multiple steps back, letting the tall figure walk into the room. 

No… 

No… who the hell just ruined my big escape.

 My heart fell to my stomach the same time my face went up at the mention of his name. 

"Liam" 

One of his men calls behind me. 

 The man who had just entered the room is slowly brought to my attention, and the first thing that strikes me about him is how tall and broad he is.

Very tall- and big… 

And very carefully, my gaze travels over the rest of his features.

Whoa! 

Those dark midnight eyes of his are ringed by thick lashes that are a mile long…

Okay how unfair.

His angular features, including his prominent nose, seem to be in good alignment, and his luscious lips, which seem to be begging you to fill on them, are a perfect complement to his chiselled features. 

So he is 'the' Liam… the one I believe is responsible for Mr. Harry's death, and cheaply getting these men with ugly dyed hair to hide his body in a bag.

 But why would he assassinate the Mayor? It's not like I worry what happens to the mayor. 

I obviously simply live my life, I'm not interested in politics... or whatever, but why would somebody want to kill the mayor? He's not trouble, if i may presume. 

But hey, what the hell do I know… 

I'm just a twenty three year-old who woke up on the wrong side of bed today, and now I'm kidnapped. 

Freaking great.! 

  And who the hell is this Liam anyways? 

'Cause I'm pretty sure the mayor is a very important person, and knowing he's in such a position, he's protected almost every second of his life, so how did this Liam guy get his goons to get a hold of the mayor, or are mayors not as important as I thought? 

I have no idea I am glaring at Liam until his brows slowly rests right above his eye, oppressing my gaze, and I feel my own eyes soften; my gaze shifts. 

 "She's the one I texted you about…" I hear Kane say behind me. 

Shit. 

Since he's their boss, this is the part of the conversation where they talk about me discovering their secret, then slitting my throat and placing me exactly near the dead body of Harry Houston, and then later they will drink and smoke over the fact that I was murdered.

I've seen this in movies a lot and it doesn't always end well. 

    Liam fully enters the room, closing the door behind him, and thanks to the bright light, I get a glimpse of his light hazel eyes, thick eyebrows and dark brown hair. 

"Well, then" My eyes steadily enlarge in astonishment as Liam says. 

My goodness! His voice. 

"I guess we have no choice." His thick voice continues as he shares a glance with his men. 

  Wait… why are they staring at each other? 

My stomach drops, giving each of them a horrified look. 

They're not thinking of killing me now, are they? 

I am innocent. 

I inhale deeply as Liam makes a labored stride in my direction. The instant he comes close, his height overwhelms mine, and I choke again.

"So you're the chipmunk." 

He scoffs. 

Chipmunk…? 

"I promise you, I saw nothing." My voice is low but loud enough for everyone to hear. 

"I'm sure you saw nothing" He nods, obviously not buying what I had said. 

"Well what you didn't see or hear is highly confidential , and I'm afraid I can't allow you to leave with such information." Liam clears his throat as he walks to the far end of the room to take a seat at a desk that appears to be spanking new. 

 I slowly turn to him. 

"So what are you going to do?" I ask, my voice low, and scared. 

His lips twitch. 

I can't tell if he's finding this amusing. 

"Well… you do know we have something to do with Harry Houston? And if words get out…" 

His voice is too thick. 

"Are you going to kill me too?" I ask. 

He laughs. "Goodness, no." His hand reaches for a golf ball, sitting in a wide jar at the end of the desk. 

"Then…" I swallow hard. "What are you going to do with me?" 

His gaze is fixed on the ball in his hand, and he is quiet. 

But I am immediately thrown off when his gaze shifts to me through his lashes. 

Expecting an answer that will of course drive me crazy, I am left with,

"What's your name?" His accent comes off thick as he asks. 

I want to lie about my name, but my mouth speaks before my brain does. 

"Scarlett…" I say. 

"Scarlett… Hathaway" 

. 

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