The badgered headache emerged and was filled with pain leading to the very core of her brain. Studying the room carefully, she noticed the very little amount of space. The walls were a metallic color, and there was no sign of any windows or for that matter, light. The flickering bulb barely overcame the darkness, and she was left wondering where the hell she was. And then it hit her..she was alone. Where was Nick?

"Nick?" Her voice came out raspy and shaky, a sign of being scared. She wasn't entirely scared for herself, but more for her fiancee. What if he was hurt? Worse, what if he was dead?

The door with the giant lock attached soon opened and Gabriella turned her attention to the man in front of her.

"Hello, Gabriella."

"How-w do you-u know my name?" She tried to bring her hands near her face to protect her from what he might do, but soon noticed they were cuffed to a metal bar. "Why am I here?" She pulled at the cuffs, hoping the bar would break and she could make her escape. But it was no use, she was trapped.


The devilish smile turned into a grin, and the man knelt down beside her. "So many questions, so little time." He gently caressed her cheek with his thumb and continued to speak "Why don't you rest some more sweetheart? You have a big day ahead of you."

Troy sat beside his boss, longing to finally get some answers. Never in his career has he witnessed what has just happened. What foolish bastards got to the girl before him? And how the hell did anyone outside this corporation know about her? This was definitely not how he wanted to start the day.

"You have to find her Troy, or this whole business will come crashing down."

"How could one girl bring down everything you've worked for?" He raised his eyebrow, completely confused. His boss pounded his hand hard on the wall and left it there, clearly in pain. "Just find her Bolton...Don't make me say it again."

Nodding his head Troy left his spot and carried his feet to the door. "Don't worry John, ill fix this."


Without turning back to him, he left the room, not knowing where to start looking for her.

"Chad, any news?" Chad's hand shut the laptop on top of his legs, and nodded to his best friend. Chad worked closely to Troy, being one of the few people he could trust. His job was almost similar, but at the same time completely different. Chad was more of a computer specialist, that helped with techno-logic shit. Of course, he knew how to handle a gun. All the people he worked with were trained to protect themselves. Troy counted on him at all times when things got bad, and was proud to say he was never disappointed.

"I heard from a friend of a friend, that quite possibly more people were looking for this girl than we thought. Dude, she's like...wanted."

Troy kept his eyes on the road, but spoke in a confusing tone. "That clears it up. Come on, explain what the hell you're saying." Troy swore he heard a little chuckle ripple from Chad's mouth.

"You know, wanted for money. There's a bunch of bad people out to get her. She's wanted for like millions. Anyone who get's her and brings her to the big guy, well...they get the money and clearly they become the best. It's like a competition. And Troy, we're losing."

Troy shook his head in astonishment. Now he was in some running to get the girl? What the hell was this? Rat Race?

"That doesn't tell me where the hell she is Chad."

"I thought you would say that. So luckily I found some information, and you will not believe who's looking for her."

Couldn't he just cut to the chase? This whole thing was already dumb as shit. He wanted to get all this over with and return home, maybe take a nice hot shower. God, that sounded like heaven right about now.

"Alright, just tell me already. It's bad enough I gotta drive around looking for some girl who could be in another damn state by now." Tory stopped the car near the edge of the road, and turned his eyes to Chad.

"Mark Richards man. Mark Richards is fucking in for it."

Troy sarcastically laughed at the name. Mark Richards? That name wasn't mentioned for years since he was fired from the business. His fucked up brain thought he was better than Troy, which obviously took a turn for the worst. No one beat Troy at this game, not even his cousin Mark.

"My cousin? You gotta be shitting me. He's too much of a dumb-ass. He wouldn't know where to start."

"Apparently he did, cause he's the one who got her."

"You're serious? I doubt that."

Chad placed a photo in Troys hand, and smiled brightly. "Serious as I'll ever be."

Troy carefully looked at the photo, examining all it showed to his eyes. There he spotted his cousin, holding the unconscious girl that brought him this mess, along with a few other worthless killers.

"Who's that?" He tapped the picture to where a man was being dragged from the girl, and looked at Chad.

"Supposedly the girls boy toy. They were arranged to get married next month..but clearly that wont happen."

A fiancee? Damn. Of course this girl would have a guy lined up. She was fucking gorgeous.

"How the hell did someone take this picture?"

"Apparently someone was watching her to make sure things went smoothly. They parked their camera a building away and probably stalked her through her window."

"Not creepy at all." Troy chuckled to himself and set the picture aside. "Time to go kick some ass."


Ok, so im sure people are confused. But, just wait..all the questions will be answered! And i promise next chapter we'll see some troyella :D