Fearless

Chapter 41

Skylar's POV

It was worse than the first time. So much worse.

In Italy, someone tried to take me and they failed. This time, they were different people and they were much better at their jobs.

Which was no good for me.

The man who broke into our house and took me, tied me up and put tape over my mouth before taking a picture of me to leave for my parents.

I tried to break free, to scream, to fight. I tried so hard. But it was no use.

In training, I knew that if something like this ever happened that my opponent would be much stronger than me. However, this was so much worse than I'd envisioned.

He dragged me out of the front door as we passed my families security team all dead on the floor, some shot, some stabbed and some just dead.

I'd never seen something so brutal and vicious and I couldn't help but feel responsible.

Those innocent people died just because this man wanted me.

He forcefully threw me into the trunk of a car and I felt us speed off, soon to arrive somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

I couldn't stop thinking that I was going to die. He was going to kill me and I'd never see any of my family again. My friends. Or Lucas.

I dreaded to think what they'd do when they realised I'd been taken. But I just hoped that they'd save me and I'd make it out alive.

I didn't understand why they took me. It seemed so planned. Like they wanted me for a specific reason, which was most likely to get back at my parents for something.

I just hoped that they wouldn't blame themselves.

But knowing my Mom, that's all she would do. Dad and Carter too.

But it wasn't their fault. It wasn't anyone's fault apart from these evil people. I just wished that I'd been able to fight harder.

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Eventually, the car halted to a stop and I was still unable to move.

The trunk flew open exposing the sunlight and causing my eyes to squint from the sudden brightness as the man grabbed me and lifted me out of the car as I tried to kick and escape his grasp as much as I could.

"Stop wriggling you little shit. It's only going to get you in more trouble." he hissed, putting his lips far too close to my ear for comfort.

I tried to fight my way away from him more but with no luck.

Despite my struggle, he dragged me inside the huge building in front of me. He took me down multiple winding corridors until we eventually reached the end.

I ended up in a small room with just a table and three chairs inside. And there was a man waiting for me.

I assumed he was 'the boss'. He had white-grey hair and was sat in the middle of the room with his hands clasped in front of him on top of a brown folder, a smug smirk wiped across his face.

"Sit down." he said demandingly.

The man with a tight grasp on me suddenly pushed me forward towards the chair as I practically collapsed into it. He then ripped the tape from my mouth and untied the rope on my wrists.

"Who the hell are you?" I spat out to the old man in front of me.

He suddenly began cackling wickedly as he dismissed the man behind me from the room.