Chapter 10

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We were enjoying our time with Sebastian, Anthony, and Scarlett. I went to the bathroom and when I came out there was Detective Mitchell in the hall like he was waiting for me.

I was startled, "Oh Detective, you scared me."

"Please call me Steve," he said he got closer to me. "I wanted to tell you, your performance was really something."

I gave him a small uncomfortable smile, "Thank you, I better get back." Before I could go around him, he had cornered me.

"I can fuck you way better than he could," he whispered in my ear and placed a hand on my waist.

Repulsed I shoved him hard and went to look for Chris. Before I could reach the crowd I was pulled back the hallway. I was pinned up the wall and a big hand covered my mouth. I look up to my assailant and it was Steve.

"Bitch, if you don't want your precious Captain America and all of the Avengers not get hurt you will do everything I tell you." I nodded as I could feel the cold metal of the gun pointed to my stomach, "Good girl, you will come with me to the back and get into the waiting car."

"Why are you doing this," I asked as we started to drive away.

"I'm in love with you, Amelia, I can't let Chris take you away from me," he yelled. He was still had the gun pointed at me. Tears were streaming down my face wondering how the hell I was going to get out of this.

Chris POV

I cannot find Mia anywhere, she said she was going to the bathroom but that was about fifteen minutes ago. I had Scarlett check and the bathroom was empty. Mark said that she wasn't in the dressing room. It seems no one has seen her.

I started to panic as all the events that have occurred came to the front of my mind. I saw Detective Mitchell at the bar, I'm sure he'll know what to do.

Damn! He must have already left. People started to leave and people that were my second family, the Marvel cast, had stayed to help in anyway they can.

"Did anyone see Mia come out of the bathroom," I asked trying my best to keep the panic out of my voice.

"I'm sorry Chris," Tom Hiddleston said, "I wish I did."

Scarlett ended up calling the police and I can't believe this happening. It's probably because of my stupid fame that caused this. She wouldn't have a stalker if she wasn't in the limelight.

Police came and I spoke to the Captain, at least being famous had a perk there. "Detective Mitchell said that nothing came from the prints that were found at her apartment."

Captain Green looked confused, "Detective Steve Mitchell?" I nodded, "He hasn't been on the force for about a year now."

I felt like I was punched in the gut, "Chris, Chris," I could hear Sebastian calling out my name as fumble around to sit.

"But, but he said that he was working the case..."

"Amelia Peres, white female, thirty, last seen at the CanCan wearing a red skirt and red top. Victim has been captured by Steve Mitchell, he is considered to be armed and dangerous."

I heard Captain Green say over his radio. What the hell is going on? I don't understand why this is happening.

Captain Green must have seen the questions on my face, "Mitchell, was let go from the force after coming to work drunk on multiple occasions. His wife had passed and Steve couldn't cope."

Captain Green showed me a picture of Mitchell and his wife and I felt like my world was slipping from underneath me. Sebastian and Anthony held on to me before I ended up on the floor. Mitchell's wife looked similar to Mia.

"Mitchell, most likely saw Ms. Peres and latched on to her due to the likeness of his wife," Green stated.

"He's a regular here," I heard Mark say to the Captain. "We had to throw him out a couple of times for being a little touchy with the girls."

I feel like I'm going to throw up. Mia is out there with this crazy man and who know if he has hurt her. Sebastian ended up getting us coffees as we didn't know what else to do.

"I promised her," I said to anyone who was listening, "that she would be safe with me."

"They're going to find her, Chris," Sebastian said.

I couldn't help but let a tear roll down my face, "I just hope it won't be too late."

It seemed like we were driving for hours and driving too fast to consider jumping out of the car. Finally, we stopped to get gas. I frantically looked around to get a sense of where we are. Steve bound my hands and ankles with zip ties, so running was out of the question.

After another hour or two we stopped at house in the middle of nowhere. Steve picked me and carried me bridal style in the house and placed me on the sofa. I looked around and the little home was a mess. There was beer and liquor bottles all over the place and old food containers.

Trying to find anything to use a weapon, I saw a picture next to me. It was of Steve in a tux and his bride. I looked at her and the resemblance was shocking.

"Her name was Christine," Steve came back with a bottled water, "she passed away about two years ago." He sat on the coffee table in front of me and tried to hold my hands. I recoiled and try to sink further in the couch. "When I saw you at the CanCan and how you look like her, I couldn't help but fall in love with you."

"Why didn't you just try to ask me to coffee," I asked trying to keep the fear out my voice.

"I did," he shouted, "you said that you didn't have the time!" Then he slapped me hard and said, "You had time for Evans though!" He was right in my face, "You're a fucking whore! You care about money and fame!" Then he slapped me again.

I tried my hardest to not break down but tears streamed down my face. How am I going to get out of this, I thought as I watched him pace the small living room. "Can I use the restroom?"

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