Taken

chapter eleven

Fendi Cartier
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I've been in this house for nearly a month with no cellular device or any type of tv to entertain me. Kentrell has been odely nice to me which was weird. He took me out of the basement and put me in one of the many guest rooms that was all the across this huge house. It was kind of like a suite that was scheduled to myself.

I haven't seen neither of his two minions which was stranger since i thought they were bestfriends. I tried discreetly escaping once or twice but it seemed everything was coded down with high tech security system.

I jumped at the sound of the bedroom door opening. There stood Kentrell with a slight frown on his face as he held something in his hand that i couldn't quite identify since there wasn't much light.

"What are you doin'?" I asked getting frightened by his slow steady steps that advanced towards me by the second.

"You caused me so much fuckin' pain over the years, Fendi." He finally spoke letting me hear his low voice that was deep and raspy.

"I said i was sorry Kenny-"

"Don't fucking call me that." He growled putting something to my head. My eyes widened once I realized it was a barrel of a gun. Tears instantly started pooling my eyes as i let out a loud sob.

"What do you want? Money?" I continued to question but shut up once i heard the gun click loudly against my head. My lips started to quiver as i begin to rethink about everything.

Nobody seemed to care about me. Not the police and neither my own damn family. "Just kill me already." I said in-between tears that seemed to never stop.

I scrunched my eyebrows once i heard his evil chuckled fill the cold room. "If i killed you i wouldn't be able to have fun. What would be the whole point of me taking yo' ass?" He lowered the gun tucking it in his waist band.

I lifted my hand and punched him dead in his face sending him a couple feet back. I sat there froze not believing i had that much power. His hand instantly went to his face before slowly pulling it away to see blood.

He finally looked at me and dashed towards me causing me to leap over the bed. The look in his eyes scared me to death as it changed from black to hazel.

"Stop fuckin' running." He gritted as he walked around the bed. I stood still waiting on him to get a little closer so i could hop across the bed. I screamed loudly once i felt my ankle being twisted.

I lifted my other leg and kicked him instantly making him let go. I turned around to see him on the ground holding his stomach giving me a chance to leave out the door.

"I wish you would." I heard a gun click making me freeze. I heard him get up not once turning around to face him.

I felt the cold gun touch the side of my head once again making me let out a breathless sigh. I jumped once i felt his warm hand roam over my neck moving my long hair out of the way.

His front side pressed against my back making my chest heave up and down. "W-what are you doing?" I couldn't help but to ask.

"Shut tha' fuck up, damn." He gritted shoving the gun roughly into my temple making me wince.

Quando

"Armani I've been here for like two weeks, i need to handle some business." I told her as she wrapped her arms around me while i typed away on my phone trying to respond to all of Kentrell's texts.

"Alright just make sure my parents don't see you." She mumbled letting me go as i slid my phone in the pocket of my hoodie and bent down to put on my shoes.

Her parents were gone most of the time consisting of her father going to work and coming back late and her mother constantly trying to get in contact with Fendi while also trying to get help from the police which wasn't working in her favor since Kentrell had did some shit.

"Love you." I got up kissing her forehead making a small smile form on her face. "I love you too." She responded as i headed towards the door slowly opening it.

"Richie you don't even care that our daughter is missing! All you you fucking do is work!" I heard her mother yell from the long stair way.

"You damn right all i care about is work! Don't you want to live this lavish life?" He yelled back as Armani followed me out towards the front door.

"I don't even know why you're worried about her. Fendi is a grown ass woman with her own damn money. She can handle her own. It's about time she moved out." Her father continued as i stepped out heading towards my Uber that just arrived.

If only he knew.

So everybody getting exposed before this year is over. Twitter is wildin.