𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴 ☼ 𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦〔 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 〕

"What did Ward promise you?" Kiara demands to know.

"Who?" Jimmy frowns in genuine confusion.

"Was it Rafe?" I blurt out.

"I don't know who they are. Hey, just take my advice, do what they say. Good luck" Jimmy tells us.

"All right, let's go" The guard who grabbed me jumps into the back with us.

The truck starts moving and I feel so incredibly sick that I lay down, putting my head on Kiara's lap. Kiara keeps looking around, gently playing with my hair to keep her grounded and I focus on my breathing so I don't throw up.

The truck speeds through the streets of Barbados and never once stops until we reach a check point, dogs barking cause me to sit up in surprise.

"Oh, they are so cute" I breathe out before looking up at the guard holding the leash "Can I pet them?"

Before the man can reply, I lean over the edge of the truck and start scratching behind the dog's ear. The canine makes a happy little whiney sound as their tail wags happily and they allow me to stroke down their back until I'm yanked back by the other guard in the truck bed.

"That could have bitten your hand off" Kiara looks at me in disbelief as the truck starts to move again.

"They smell fear, Kie" I hum with a little smile and she rolls her eyes at me.

The truck eventually comes to a final stop outside a large mansion of a house and I can't tear my eyes away from it in awe as I'm tugged out of the vehicle.

"What is this place? The fucking White House?" I comment, looking around at all the security guards as we're dragged towards the door.

The front door is opened to reveal a tired looking little maid and I almost feel sorry for her until she sneers at us both in disgust.

"All right sorry for the muck but no one told us we were having tea with the fucking president, okay?" I snap at the woman who merely turns, expecting us to follow her and we do.

The house looks even more grand inside than it does on the outside, filled to the brim with artefacts and old shit like a museum.

"Take them upstairs. The Orinoco Room" The maid tells the guards.

"This way" One of the guards grabs Kiara as another one grabs me, pushing us both up the stairs "Up"

"Inside" The guard demands as the other pushes us both inside a room.

"Why are we here? Who are you working for?" Kiara starts asking.

"They're not gonna answer you, Kie" I tell her.

"Dinner at eight. I'd clean up" Guard number one tells us, proving my point right and I flip him my middle finger.

"Just tell me what they want!" Kiara pleads but the door is slammed in her face.

The door is locked shut on us and I don't bother with the dramatic trying of the handle that Kiara tries, letting her do it for me.

I flop onto the bed and groan at how cloud like it feels underneath my tired body. My eyes fall shut and I try my hardest not to fall asleep as Kiara snoops the room around me.

"Ads?" Kiara speaks up, bringing me out of my comfort.

"Yes, my love?" I hum, pulling myself up.

I notice she's stood in front of a wardrobe that is now open and railing is filled with two different colours of dresses, one red and the other green. There is a note to go with the dresses that reads 'pick your size'.

"Oh, the green is definitely mine. It makes my eyes pop" I point out thoughtfully and Kiara spins to look at me in disbelief.

"Are you insane?" She asks me.

"Possibly. But also just very desensitised to this fucking kidnapping nonsense" I explain simply "I mean have you met my boyfriend?"

"Do you mean your ex?" Kiara corrects but she does so in a very quiet way, not in Kiara fashion at all and I can tell she feels sorry for me which causes me to paste on a smile to avoid the pity.

"Yeah, I guess you're right" I agree.