Chapter 12

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"WHERE IS SHE!?!" I woke to the sound of Jace screaming.

"I-I- she was right here! She was crying so I was trying to calm her down." I heard John's voice next.

"SPREAD OUT! I WANT EVERY INCH OF THIS HOUSE LOOKED THROUGH UNTIL SHE IS F-" He sounded so mad, and his voice scared me, so I began to crawl out of the closet. "Never mind." He said quietly, this time.

"I, I'm s-sorry... I just wanted to be alone. H-he m-makes me u-uncomfortable" I said barely above a whisper.

"Shhh, babygirl. It's okay." Jace said, calmly rubbing my back. "Come on, sit on the bed with me." He helped me up and sat on the bed, patting the space next to him.

"C-can I stand?" I asked. I had been in that small closet for a while, and I wanted to stretch my tight muscles.

"Sure, Boys, will you give us a minute?" The boys exited one by one. Patrick giving me a look of sympathy, and John a look of warning. Once they were all out of the room Jace pointed to the bed. "Sit."

"But I thought you said I cou-"

"SIT! NOW!" Before he could scream another word, I quickly sat on the bed, next to him, making sure there was at least a little room in between us. "Good, now. Tell me what John did to make you uncomfortable. Did he try anything with you?"

"N-not exactly..."

"Did he touch you?"

"Y-Yes..." my lower lip was quivering. Not necessarily at the remembrance of John, but because I was scared of what would happen if I told Jace.

"How did he touch you? Did you disobey him?"

"N-No, I, He told me I could watch TV, but I didn't know how to use your remote. So, I just set it aside, and... and I got sad, b-because I miss home. So I started crying. He wrapped his arms around me and carried me in here, and I asked him to let go, because I didn't know if you would like that, and I felt uncomfortable. I wanted to be alone. But he held me down, and wouldn't let go. So I waited till he was asleep and then went in the closest. I-im sorry...." I hung my head low, and held my stomach with my arms.

"You are fine. You did nothing wrong Babygirl. Don't worry, I'll have Pat look after you from now on. And he isn't to touch you unless you disobey orders. If he does, you tell me, okay?" I nodded. "Good. Now, come with me." He held out his hand, which I took so as not to make him mad.

He led me out the door and down stairs to the waiting group of men. "Patrick. You've been promoted. From now on, you'll be in charge of keeping Darla safe." He spoke, authority clear in his voice. "And you," He pointed at John "you're fired." he said simply, then pulled out his gun.

"NO!! Wait! Don't kill him... please!" I pleaded. Not knowing why I was protesting, but I knew I'd seen enough death to get me through to the next year. I stood right in front of the pistol, slightly unsure of myself.

"Step aside, Babygirl. This is business."

"No! Can't you see? That's another man's life. You've been doing this for so long you don't even have a conscience anymore. Well, I'm prepared to be your conscience, even if it kills me. Now, please, put the gun away" I said, trying to sound strong, and I was surprised I wasn't squeaking through my words.

"Step aside! NOW!!" He was getting mad.

"John run." I said, over my shoulder. And then ran at the gun, grabbed it and threw it on the ground. My next step was unplanned and I wasn't sure it would work. He reached out, but so did I and I grabbed both his hands and used all my might to push him back. But he retracted his hands and punched me in the face, causing me to flip over and land hard on the floor. Suddenly someone grabbed me from behind and held a knife to my throat.

"You don't let me go and your girlfriend here gets it." A panting husky voice said from behind me. It was John. I was trying to help him, and yet he was prepared to kill me?

"NO!" Yelled Patrick. "Don't hurt her. She was trying to help you, man, don't you have a conscience?" Jace looked over suspiciously at Patrick, because of how quickly he responded no doubt. "Just let go, and leave. And don't come back."

"I can't, she is my leverage, now. I'll give her back when I know you'll all let me go. Alive, and unscathed." His grip on me tightened, I knew if he held me any tighter I'd pass out.

"Please.. help me... Let. Him. Go." I pleaded, knowing that this was the only way I'd survive.

"Okay, John... we'll put our weapons down. You can walk out through the front door. We won't stop you, right Boss?" Patrick looked over at Jace, who seemed torn.

"Fine. But you better let My Girl go, before you leave. Or I will hunt you down." Jace was beyond mad at this point. He was seething.

"Yeah, now move it, before she receives her first battle scar." John had pressed the knife so hard on my neck, if he or I moved, I'd definitely need a doctor. Or at least stitches.

"Ow, please... Your hurting me..." I pleaded.

"All the more reason for them to BACK OFF!" After a moment, Jace set his gun on the ground, and backed up into the kitchen.

The others followed suit. And he began backing towards the front door. The thing is the front door is around a corner. And he told them to stay where they were, so when we reached the front door, he shoved me against the wall. "Ow, please... You're free to go. Leave me alone."

"Nah, babe. I gotta take care of a few things first." His voice was seductive, and deep. He pushed my hands above my head, and held them there with the hand holding the knife. My heart was racing so fast. His other hand traveled down my ribs, and I whimpered, as he reached around and grabbed my ass, tight. He began kissing up my neck, but I wouldn't let him kiss me... Never. When he got close I'd whip my face in the other direction.

"No, please. Leave me alone." I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Kiss me, or come with me." His voice was dark, and I could tell he was liking this. His next move made my heart jump into my stomach. He grabbed me by my... Well, cat. If you know what I mean. I think I began to drift away in fear, frozen, and unable to react. I had no choice. So I let him kiss me.

(A/N) Please don't hate me! I know updates are slow. I'm sorry. I have alot going on. Hope you enjoy, it's over 1000 words, just for you Cx

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