3rd person POV
“Get up! Amabel is gone!” Alex was suddenly woken up by Tyler, who barged into his room yelling. It didn’t take long for Alex to process the words that came out of his brother’s mouth.
“What?” He jumped out of the bed and pushed past Tyler to get to his sister’s room. For his horror, she was not there. He continued to look around the house, but nothing.
“What’s going on?” Hudson came out of his room, still only in his boxers.
In panic, Alex ignored him, running around calling for his sister.
“Amy is gone. All of her stuff is here and no indications of brake in either.” Tyler explained, trying to keep his calm as it would not do any good if he panicked like Alex. He had gone to check on Amabel, maybe get her to listen to him, but found her gone.
Hudson didn’t utter a word and went back into his room. After a moment, he came back, already dressed and putting his gun behind his cut.
He continued his way inside his daughter’s room. Nothing had changed about it. No evidence of a struggle, nothing. He slowly walked around, assessing every little detail. Then something caught his eye. It was under Amy’s pillow, with just a corner visible. He pulled out the envelope with a picture. Fury build up in his chest as if it was the only thing that fueled his very existence at that moment.
“What is that?” Tyler came to look at what he held. “That’s it. I don’t care about Bradley Lawrence anymore. That little shit will die.” He growled and punched the window in anger. It broke easily from the amount of strength he put in that punch.
“Alex!” Hudson called for his son that came running soon after. “Call Pixy. Tell her we need Dex’s whereabouts ASAP. There is no time to waste because Greg has Amy.” He ordered.
All three of them went to Hudson’s car and rushed to the clubhouse while calling every brother available.
Amabel’s POV
We had been driving for hours. I had eaten nothing and only stopped once for a gas. Even then, I didn’t get out of the car. Not that I could, even if I wanted to. Greg made sure about that when he cuffed my leg in a specially made metal ring on the floor. I bet it was made specifically for me. How nice of him.
“Don’t look so depressed.” Greg suddenly said, looking smug. He enjoyed my misery way too much.
“It’s not like I can help it,” I murmured. I don’t know if he heard me or not, but he didn’t react to it.
“Where are you taking me?” Finally, I asked was on my mind ever since I got in his car. At the moment, we were driving through some rich neighborhood in a large city that I had never been to. I didn't know which one because I spaced out a few times and suddenly we were surrounded by tall buildings. Bad move considering that information could be crucial if I escaped and needed to tell someone my whereabouts through phone.
“Oh, we are going somewhere special where we’ll be safe from your boyfriend.” Greg explained. The last word he spat out as if it was poison. I was sure he meant Tyler, even though he was not my boyfriend.
After another 10 minutes, we pulled up at a large metal gate that soon opened and we continued to drive. I had never been to a place like this. I noticed that there were quite a lot of guards walking around in black suits. They looked like out of a movie about some rich drug lord. Finally, we parked at the front of what must have been the biggest mansion I had ever seen. It looked more like a giant palace. I couldn’t help but to gawk.
Greg startled me when he opened my door, smirking.
“Come on. Let’s get inside.” He took my hand, and I climbed out of the car. I looked back at the chain that used to be wrapped around my leg now laying on the car’s floor. I guess Greg took it off while I was busy admiring the building. How could I not notice him?
He led me up the stairs to the front door.
“What is this place?” I asked, scared. Two guards holding guns were placed on both sides of the door. Then it slowly opened.
“Welcome to my humble abode.” A man dressed in a fine brown suit greeted in front to us with a cigar in his mouth. He looked exactly like Sir from "A Series of Unfortunate Events", just more evil despite the smile on his face.
"Amy, I would like you to meet my father, Bradley Lawrence. Dad, this is my girlfriend Amabel." I was shocked. From all the scenarios, I would have never imagined this one. I literally couldn't master a word. I probably looked ridiculous with my wide mouth and large eyes.
Bradley Chuckled. "Don't be afraid, my dear. I had been dying to meet the girl that has captured my son's heart. Come inside, the dinner will be served soon. You have enough time to freshen up. And can I just say, son, you are one lucky man to have such a beauty by your side. Good job." Greg's father slapped him on his back in approval and then left. Greg took me by the hand and led me through the large house in a room somewhere in upper floors. I was too stunned to pay any attention to anything. I couldn't believe I just met Greg's dad, who was filthy rich and had armed guards throughout his property.
We entered a room that was just as grand as the rest of the house. It was a bedroom. One with pictures of Greg and his family. I had seen some of them in photos while we lived together, but I had met no one. He didn't talk about them much either.
"What do you think about my house, baby? Soon it's going to be ours." I jumped when Greg hugged me from behind. I couldn't help the shiver that ran through my body when he kissed my neck. I just felt repulsed by his touch.
"What are you talking about?" I whispered, trying to get out of his arms. He didn't budge. Instead, he pushed me further into the room until I was lying on the bed. I used my freedom to turn around, only to be pinned down by Greg's body. He pushed my hands above my head.
"My dad ain't going to live forever. No matter how many guards he has around, his end is near and I will be the sole heir to his fortune and empire. I'll be the biggest arms dealer. A king and you will be my queen." He kissed me fiercely. Tears streamed down my face. I tried to fight, but in this position I couldn't do a thing. I was exhausted from the long drive in the car. I had eaten nothing either.
"Please don't," I begged loudly when he moved his mouth over every bit of my exposed flesh.
"You will not get away from me ever again. Just get that through that pretty head of yours. You are mine to do whatever. Unless you want to be punished, be a good girl," He threatened and kissed me again. I screamed in his mouth when he used one hand to hold down mine while with the other one, he unbuckled my pants. I couldn't believe this was happening again.
After my pants were successfully open, he pushed his hand down my panties, rubbing the naked flesh between my legs. My heart was hammering in my chest as the panic raised. It was getting hard to breathe between my screams, Greg's kissing, and his suffocating weight on me. He dry humped me while rubbing between my legs. Finally, he stopped and put his hand over my mouth when a knock on the door interrupted him.
"What?" He yelled in irritation.
"Sir, master Bradly is waiting for you in the north dining hall." A muffle voice announced.
"Tell him we'll be there in 10 minutes!" Greg called back. He waited for a second and when there was no noise heard, he looked back at me.
"Go wash up. I don't want to see any evidence that you've cried. If you know what's best, you won't tell anyone what happened. You will play a role of a loving girlfriend in front of my father. Got that?" He put a hand on my throat and squeezed slightly. I nodded vigorously.
"Good girl. Now freshen up. I'll be waiting for you here." He got up from me and I coughed in despair to get some air in my lungs. I quickly rushed to the bathroom that Greg pointed me to and closed the door. When I looked in the mirror, I saw a mess. My eyes were red and swollen, just like my lips. I rinsed my face with cold water, then brushed my hair with my fingers. It took me time to look presentable enough and when I went back to the bedroom, Greg was not happy.
"Took you long enough. Come on and remember what I told you." He put his hand around my waist and led me to meet his father for dinner.
Be good and you will suffer less, because no matter what, while with Greg, suffering was inevitable.