Chapter 2

Jonah

When Micah got into the car with the stupid smug look on his face, I fight back the urge to punch him, giving him nothing but an irritated look as I sped the car out of the hotel, parked away from the cameras, in the rare eventuality that his methods failed and one of these was active in the twenty minutes he had scheduled his kidnapping. So it was perfectly within the time stamp, I hadn't seen my brother in years, the last time hadn't exactly been on good terms, but even so, I can't help but repair him.

Despite being twins, I couldn't see the resemblance after we first split up in college, we were never completely the same, while Micah was a complete mess and spent most of his youth in the military, I I had dedicated myself to business and multiplied the fortune of our parents as expected of me being the eldest. Even if it was for a few seconds, I always felt it as my responsibility, especially seeing the ruckus my brother had become.

Micah had long hair pulled back in a ponytail, a pair of piercings adorned his ears, and the cocky look on his face that he managed to get on our dad's nerves was still in exactly the same place.

"Then why the hell are we kidnapping someone?" he finally asked, as I make my way into the city traffic, my brother lifts his feet, putting his boots on the dashboard of the car “Isn't your company supposed to be bodyguards? Are we working for a mobster?" Micah inquired

"It's none of your business," I reply, clenching my jaw, irritably doubting even my own motives for accepting the job in the first place. If my brother was right about anything, it was that my company offered security services, not about something like that.

“Yeah, it is considering that you finally got your head out of your ass to call me after all the drama you did after A…”

"No! Mention her name,” I complain, my fingers squeezing on the car wheel so hard my knuckles turn white, my brother sighs, looking away, trying to tame the rush of anger in my chest, I don't need distractions at that time "This is a job... personal, and yes we will be doing bodyguards" I add, my brother looks at me raising an eyebrow, probably sensing my irritation, he remains silent, but agrees to listen "Someone I don't identify yet tried hurt her a few times, her father contacted me to get rid of the threat."

“And we kidnapped her on her wedding day, because…? Micah inquired, looking genuinely curious, momentarily hesitating, I examine him again, there was something slightly different about him, I know that the only thing that had kept us away from each other for years had been mainly the fact that I couldn't stand his presence, even though he only wore five minutes with me again, he seemed more…mature, even if he looked like a rebel without a cause.

"I'm pretty sure her boyfriend only wants to marry her for her father's money," I finally admit.

"I thought they were broke," he reminds me, I nod, I had sent him the papers about the woman once I asked him for help, as much as he hated to admit it, Micah was the only person he would entrust with such a delicate job as kidnapping Hannah.

"They are...partially" I admit carefully "That's why I needed your help, there are a couple of things I need you to do before you go."

"Sure, that's what we're here for" My brother said with a slight frown, he knew the expression too well, after all it was the same expression I used when I felt uncomfortable.

Arriving at the penthouse I had rented for the next part of the plan took another twenty minutes, completely silent, until of course, the sound of the trunk drawing my attention, I look at my brother, any feeling of a possible reconciliation. evaporating the moment I see his fucking smile

"Oh no, it's your shit now," he assured, chuckling. "Se kicked me in the balls, not an experience I wanted to repeat," he scoffed, taking a deep breath, parked the car in the reserved spot, the bumps on the trunk increasing drastically, Micah looked at me funny "What are you going to do with her, by the way? She´s a beauty”

"Tell me you weren't peeking more than necessary," I complain, as I open the car door, Micah chuckles as he gets out alongside, helplessly stopping for a few extra seconds, hating the way our bodies looked synchronizing involuntarily, twins or not, I hated the idea that we are considered some kind of mirror of each other, Micah puts a toothpick between his teeth, a gesture that reminds me that he has quit smoking

"I didn't" he assured "But maybe I took a look or two at her lingerie collection, how can a woman have so much…and watch her work out to get into the dress…I'm not made of stone”

"You're insufferable" I complained, growling, annoyed at the prospect of my brother seeing her naked doing things with my head "And don't even think about... even trying to get into her pants"

"So you like her, that's why is personal," Micah said, knowing me more than I'd like, even after years apart, my brother knew exactly how to see past my lies, leaning over the roof of the car, he gives me a look. inquisitive

"No, but she's the daughter of an important client, I've had enough of having kidnapped her, I wouldn't want to include assault on the list," I growled, Micah smirked.

"Oh but it wouldn't be," he assured, opening the back door of the car and pulling out our bags. "I can make her beg... I'm sure it would keep her happy and in line."

Resisting the urge to connect my fist against his jaw, he led me to the trunk of the car, opening it to finally meet Hannah's green eyes.

Hannah

When the trunk of the car opens, I try to scream with all my might, desperate to get out, but the gag in my mouth prevented more than a muffled sound more like a gasp, my hands and well are tied, and part of my dress had been removed, so I'm simply in my corset and underwear as I try to kick my captor away.

For a second when I opened the door of the hotel room I had thought it was my father, instead a man who looked slightly familiar but at the same time completely strange had pounced on me.

I'm crying desperate and scared as I try to push away the hands that try to hold me

"Dammit, stay still woman" a male voice growled with a powerful roar that managed to freeze me in my place, my eyes weren't blindfolded but I still didn't dare face whoever had kidnapped me, judging by the amused giggle slightly to the left, there was a second person, which irritated me, even scared me, I refused to be made fun of by anyone

In my little moment of weakness, the man (he's obviously a man from the size of his hands and the way he easily grabs me around the waist) lifts me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, aware of my naked, extremely exposed due to the position in which my ass is now fully elevated and my hair falls over my face

"Put me down, you animal" I try to scream desperate and completely humiliated, I was in lingerie! And I had chosen the most daring design I could think of, the muffled curse of one of the men and the feeling of shame ran through me immediately, I knew that I was completely exposed to two men who who knows what they were planning to do to me.

"I'm going to kill you" I hear the man who has me on his shoulder say, his voice making his torso vibrate and therefore my body, frustrated and shaken, I scream and shake myself in an attempt to hide my butt from his sight, I've never I have been a very modest woman, but definitely showing my butt and sex to two complete strangers in the middle of this situation, it was absolutely nothing I wanted to repeat.

I can't see anything because of my position, and the sensation of the blood rapidly rushing to my brain along with the haze of whatever they had used to kidnap me was too much to get me to coordinate my movements properly let alone give myself aware of what was happening for sure around me.

We are moving, and it's the only thing I can identify with certainty, the familiar sound of an elevator making my blood run cold as I try to identify something in my surroundings, but I can't, starting to feel desperate and humiliated, I can't help the tears slipping down Towards my forehead and smearing the soft looking carpet that graces the floor as we go, I try to scream, but my mouth is gagged with some kind of ball that made it impossible to even close my mouth.

Finally after a couple of minutes that feel like forever, I change position, the man handles me as if I weighed no more than a feather, my hands are tied in front of me, so when I feel the sudden change of position, gripped by the In panic I look for something to hold onto, managing to simply make my already precarious situation worse, between my panic and my scant clothing, I couldn't be in a worse situation, I manage to stop my "fall" clinging to the only thing I could get with my elbows The man's head, soft dark hair tickles my face as a sudden wave of shame and heat runs through my body.

I have a tight corset that makes my boobs bulge, so the sensation from whoever my kidnapper's nose is completely invasive, I yell, trying to break free of his grasp again, the man curses, and an additional male laugh gets called out my attention, but before I can get my hair out of my face, a second pair of hands grabs my waist, lifting me high enough to allow me to get out of that trap, but a strange warm sensation immediately rises up in me, I've never had I felt something similar, Patrick had never been distracted for more than a couple of seconds on my breasts, and the sudden experience of having a man face-first between them was exciting and terrifying.

“Lucky bastard” says the man who has picked me up, I try to shake myself away, what the hell am I thinking? I have no idea what these men want from me, they could be thinking of killing me and I was thinking that his touch had turned me on, am I crazy? "Stay still, sweetheart" the man who is holding me says now with a hoarse voice, I try to move away, but he holds me so that my feet dangle slightly above the ground, I let out a gasp of surprise when I feel the rough fabric of a pair of jeans pressing against my butt, a hand cupping my neck and forcing me with a firm but harmless touch to stay still in my place, scared and feeling trapped, I finally give in, scared of the possibilities, I'm half naked with two men in who knows where , the way they touched my body was confusing, neither seemed to touch deliberately as I had expected from the situation, but their firm grip indicated that they wanted to keep me under control, what else can I expect but the worst?

“Hannah, we're going to let you go, but I need you to calm down,” the man in front of me said, his voice sounding agitated, but scared by the fact that they knew my name, I finally open my eyes, facing my fate.