James“I’m going to check up on Aria and Mia for a bit,” James said, getting up from his seat. “I think that’s enough gossiping about Dad and his new bride.”Eric snorted. “That woman is not Dad’s new bride. Don’t be ridiculous, James.”Scott chuckled. “We’ll get to meet her soon, no doubt. Our old man is coming home next month, isn’t he?”“Yeah,” James said as he headed toward the door. As he was about to exit, he added, “You’re about to meet your new stepmother, Eric. You should be elated about that.”Eric shouted, “Fuck you, James. It’s not funny.”James laughed, shaking his head as he headed up the stairs.He couldn’t believe how sensitive Eric was where the new bride Alice was concerned.New bride, he thought, his mind turning to Mia. Fuck, he’d said the four-letter word to her this evening, and he still couldn’t believe it. Once again, he felt elated, simply elated when he’d finally recognized his feelings for Mia and said those wonderful words to her. Not to mention that quick
MiaIt was midnight or early in the morning. I wasn’t sure which, but as usual, I found myself opening my eyes, a cold shiver running down my spine. My heart started to race as the fear inside me made itself known, taunting and feeding me with thoughts of a disgusting beast full of horror and revulsion that made me sick—physically, mentally, and emotionally.Soon, it would start. Soon, it would appear, this monster. And soon, I’d start screaming inside my head until I was exhausted, until I was numb from the pain. Then I’d push the memory of the horrendous episode into the deepest part of my mind, locking it away along with so many others, never allowing it to see the light of day again.I raised my eyes to look at the window where a scatter of moon rays sneaked into the small dark room. The pale light seemed cold, detached, and soulless. The longer I stared at the colorless luminosity, the more I craved the warmth of sunlight. God, I wanted the sun to rise. I wanted to see the beauti
JamesOnce the cold, hard fact sunk in that Mia Donovan—the young woman to whom he had just recently confessed his love—was kidnapped, James Maxwell became strangely calm, morbidly serious, and utterly dangerous. His eyes and demeanor were dark as he stared off into the quiet street at the telltale signs of a van making its quick escape not too long ago.Of course, he was certainly in his element now, having suddenly and without warning found himself the prey, which he’d definitely enjoy hunting.“I’ve assembled the team,” Scott said. “They should arrive soon.”Eric added, “It shouldn’t take them long.”James nodded. Then he returned his attention to their surroundings. “We need to thoroughly inspect the road. If the meeting was here, then there should be more evidence. Tire markings.”Scott nodded. “We’ll wait until the team arrives.”James agreed. “Now let’s check the surveillance recordings.”Returning to the house, the Maxwell brothers went through the surveillance records that ha
MiaI had no idea how long it had been since Herbert had left me tied to the bed in this dark, dingy room, dehydrated, hungry, and tired. As I stayed there in that uncomfortable position, my mind drifted here and there, thinking about anything and everything, but most especially about James. When I got too tired, I’d accidentally fall asleep, only to snap myself awake again a few moments later. To be sure, I didn’t want to be in such a vulnerable position when Herbert returned.The light from outside scattering in through the thin curtain was getting lighter now, which told me dawn was approaching. That meant I had been held captive for one full night already, and it sickened me to think I would be in such a dire situation. Even more so that Uncle Herbert was the culprit behind this farce and not James’ enemies, like the Mexican mafia.I licked my dry lips and then gave a quick glance at the door, my chest tight with dread as I considered Herbert’s return.As if on cue, I heard heavy
MiaIt was only a few seconds later that he returned with a bottle of water in his hand. Of course he wouldn’t leave for too long since I was fully awake.Sitting back down on the side of the bed, he handed me the bottle.I took it, thoroughly noting that the seal was not broken and the bottle hadn’t been tampered with.I twisted the lid open and then drank to my heart’s content. Once I was satisfied, I put the lid back on and returned my eyes to Herbert, who was obviously watching me with something akin to adoration.I began. “Do you do this sort of thing you’ve done to me with other—”I wanted to say children but felt rather sick thinking about that word in relation to Herbert. In the end, I decided to use the word people instead.“People? I mean do you do this sort of thing to other people, too?” I asked.Herbert furiously shook his head in the negative as he moved closer to me.“Oh, no, sweeting. Not other people. Just you and your brother. Uncle could never imagine doing that sor
Matt & AndyMatt was busy with work, as usual, that night when he received a red alert from Scott on his cell phone. They were gathering the team for an investigation, and for Matt, one of the head honchos, to get the message must mean it was very important and they wanted his involvement. Instantly, he knew it had something to do with either one of the Maxwell brothers, their family, or their very close friends.He scanned through the message and then swore loudly in disbelief. “Shit!” He raked his hand through his hair. “What the fuck? You have got to be kidding me. Mia? Kidnapped? Fuck!”He quickly logged out of his laptop and rushed out of the office. With his steps quick and his mind racing, he got into the elevator and headed straight up to the top floor of the hotel.“Andy?” he called out loudly as he went in through the door of the penthouse. “Andy?”He rushed along the hallway and then straight toward the bedroom they shared. “Andy?”As Matt opened the door and switched on th
JamesJames calmly explained everything he knew so far about Herbert Weston. He noted that Andy looked utterly shocked to the core upon hearing this, which didn’t surprise him. He had no doubt that Andy had thought he and his sister Mia had been saved from that child molester, since they’d run away from home. But of course, that was not to be, as they had been hunted down by Herbert for years now.Andy was still shaking his head in disbelief. “He was looking for us? Hunting us down? Sick. Just plain sick.” He felt shaken and his knees wobbled. Shit! He couldn’t believe this was worse than he had initially thought. Herbert Weston. Their uncle. Their monster. If that beast did anything to Mia… Shit! Shit! Shit!James watched as Matt caught Andy before the boy fell to his knees on the floor.Matt asked, “You okay?”Andy managed to reply, “I… I think so.” He looked around for a chair to sit in. “I…” His head was in a haze of confusion as he straightened himself.James said, “You’re in sho
MiaI had no idea how it came to this. One moment he was telling me stories of his past, of his love and obsession with my dead mother Rose, and the next… The next? I… I was taken by surprise.As well prepared and cautious as I had been—since I knew this sort of shit was going to happen to me, was going to be done to me eventually if James couldn’t get to me in time—Herbert had still managed to take me by surprise. I let out a frightened gasp before he pounced on me and silenced me with his disgusting kiss.Oh, he hadn’t taken me yet. He just—as always, as he had done countless times before—teased me in his sick, twisted way. He pinned me against the bed, his heavy weight on me, suffocating me, and then he stripped me until I was bare, until I had nothing on me, until I felt weak, exposed, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy.He was greedily stroking my skin, his beady eyes leering at my naked body, feasting on my breasts and private parts. Oh, how I wanted to die. How I wanted th