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Sorry for the delay. I just moved and started classes and I'm trying to stay on top of my work but I have some time so I thought I'd update for you guys! Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 4: Price

The minutes passed on slowly. 6:00.

6:02.

6:06.

6:17.

Nathan stared down at his phone for the hundredth time. It wasn't like me to be late, he knew that. One thing about me is that I'm on time everywhere I go, hell I'm usually early. So the fact that I was twenty minutes late getting home, that scared him.

He looked at Jake and could see him struggling to not check his phone like he had done. They had been sitting in silence waiting for the sound of my car in the driveway. Waiting to hear from Fergie. Waiting for anything. They just didn't know what they were waiting for, but it was coming for them.

Jake stood up quickly when he heard the familiar ding of an incoming video message on his laptop. He clicked it open and was almost sick to his stomach to see the images on the screen.

My arms were bound to the wooden arms of a chair. My lip was cut and starting to swell, bruises were beginning to take over the side of my face. I looked disheveled, obviously having gone through hell before getting to where I was then.

Nathan walked up next to him and saw me and felt the blood begin to boil in his veins. How had this happened? Where was I? What was it going to take to get me back? He would do anything.

"What the fuck is this?" Jake asked, not taking his eyes off the screen.

There was another ding indicating a new video message and he clicked on it immediately. Instead of the screen showing who was talking to him on the other end he was met with a black screen. But soon a voice spoke to them from the other end. It was clear that they were disguising their voice.

"I see you got my video," they said.

"Where is she?" Nathan demanded to know.

"Well I'm not just going to tell you that."

"Look," Jake said with a pleading tone in his voice. "We'll do whatever you want, just please don't hurt her."

"I don't want to hurt her. But I wouldn't have had to do this if you had just accepted the offer that we put on the table yesterday. But you made this hard on yourselves."

"She had nothing to do with that," Nathan said, "that was all on us."

There was a pause and silence filled the air and Nathan glanced back at the image of me in the video. "You Nathan Scott," the voice said, "are incredibly disrespectful. Mr. This-Deal-Is-Bullshit. Who do you think you are to disrespect me like that? I'm sure you had no idea I was listening, but I was and I wasn't happy with what I heard."

"I'm sorry," Nathan said but his tone was more pissed off than apologetic.

"I just don't believe you…"

"Please," Jake said, "we'll do whatever you want just let us have her back."

"Jake Jagelski, always trying to make deals. Well Mr. Nothing-Personal, you can't exactly negotiate your way out of this one. I'm afraid this is all up to me. Whether or not I have them kill your girlfriend now, right in front of you, or if I tell them to keep her alive."

"Don't fucking touch her!" Nathan yelled. He could feel his finger nails breaking the skin of his palm from the force of his hands in fists. Who did they think they were to hurt her?

There was another pause before an audible sigh on the other end. "Do you have a gun on you Mr. Scott?"

Nathan reached around the back of his jeans where he was keeping a 9 millimeter in his waistband. He pulled it out and showed it to the camera. "What about it?"

"Put it in your mouth."

Jake turned and looked and Nathan quickly and shook his head. "Don't."

"Do it or they'll slit her throat."

Nathan's eyes shot back to the screen where another masked man had made his way into the shot. He was now standing behind me and had a firm grip on my hair pulling my head back. A blade was now placed under my chin.

Nathan brought the gun up and opened his mouth before putting the barrel inside. He was going to do whatever this voice told him if it meant keeping me alive.

"Now turn the safety off and put your finger on the trigger."

"Nathan don't!" Jake yelled.

Nathan hesitated before pulling the safety down on the back of the gun. But when it came time to putting his finger on the trigger, his hands began to shake. "Do it," the voice said calmly. When Nathan's finger didn't immediately land on the trigger they spoke up again but this time giving orders the men in the video. "Remove a finger."

Nathan watched as one of the men grabbed my hand and brought a pair of shears up to my finger. I began to scream and try and get my hand out of his grasp, but it only made him grip me tighter.

"No don't!" Nathan yelled quickly before putting his finger on the trigger of the gun. He would even pull it if it meant that I could be spared.

"Don't touch her," the voice said and they watched as the men moved away from me leaving me as unharmed as I had been when the video had first come up. "Maybe you listen to me a little sooner next time. Take the gun out of your mouth."

He did as they said and put the gun down on the table waiting for the next instructions. "We'll call you later with more instructions."

The video feed of me shut off and soon the voice was gone. Both Nathan and Jake's breathing was heavy and they could feel anger rushing through their bodies. How had this happened? Where was I and what would they do to me? But, also, what would they have to do to get me back? They knew it wouldn't be easy.

"Do we go to the police?" Jake asked.

"They've been trying to bring down the BC for years and they haven't been able to do a damn thing about them. How are they gonna help us now?"

"Well maybe not the police, but maybe we should call Reese."


My eyes slowly started to open and I suddenly felt a stinging sensation in my head. Images flashed back to me and I remembered walking through the parking garage trying to get to my car. I remembered blacking out after feeling a blow to the back of my head. When I woke up I was in the back of a truck with my legs bound together at the ankles and my hands together at the wrists. I remembered being beaten when I'd tried to get away. I remembered being tied to a chair and a voice giving the men instructions on what to do to me. Why was I here?

The room I was in now was poorly lit and had dark walls. It smelled dirty and musky and there was a small TV on in the corner of the room. I could hear other voices talking in the room but I didn't want to move to alert them to the fact that I was awake. I was lying on a dirty mattress and I could feel that my arms were still tied together but behind my back now. My heart was already pounding my chest because now I realized none of his had had been a dream, it was all real.

I looked up when someone came to stand in front of me. He was dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a wrinkled white shirt. His blonde hair was starting to fall in front of his eyes. He had a cigarette between his lips and he kneeled down in front of me. "Look who's awake." He brought his hand up to my face to push away my hair but I flinched away from his touch.

He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into an upright position. "You're a pretty one aren't you," he said while stroking my cheek. I was disgusted by his touch and I tried to move away from him. He grabbed me the arm again and pulled me closer to him. "You shouldn't be so rude."

"Leave her alone Ian."

I looked quickly towards where the voice had come from. There was a girl sitting on a dirty couch in front of the TV. She wore a black tank top and a pair of skinny jeans. Her blonde hair was curly and pulled back into a pony tail. She had tattoos up her entire right arm and a ring in her nose. She also had a heavily bruised left eye.

"Shut up!" Ian said angrily before standing up and walking over to where she was siting. He grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look up at him. "Did you hear anyone talking to you? Anyone asking your opinion?"

"No, I'm sorry," she replied with a shaky tone to her voice. He let go of her chin and stood up straight before looking back at me. "I'll be back later. Keep an eye on her," he said to the other girl before walking out a door that lead to another dim hallway.

We both watched him leave before the girl sighed and stood up. She grabbed a bottle of water from the table in front of her and walked towards me. I looked away from her as she neared me and she sat down next to me. "You don't need to be afraid of me."

I looked back at her and saw the sincerity in her green eyes. "Just do what they say and they won't hurt you."

She unscrewed the cap to the water bottle and brought it up to my mouth. I tilted my head back for her to help me drink. I felt so helpless. I couldn't do anything on my own here.

"My names Peyton, by the way," she said after I'd had some of the water.

"Haley."

"I'd say it's nice to meet you, but this isn't exactly the nicest of situations." Soon I felt her begin to undo the knots on my wrists and soon my arms were free.

"Why am I here?" I asked and then looked around. "Where am I?"

"We're right by the border. And you're here because your boyfriends pissed off the boss."

I already knew that this all had to do with the deal they turned down. It had to. There was nothing else that made sense.

I looked down at myself and realized that I was no longer wearing what I'd been wearing when I'd left earlier. I now wore a short ratty pair of gray shorts and long sleeve black shirt that hung off my shoulder. I also noticed that all my bracelets and rings were gone. My Michael Kors watch was missing, my gold knot ring and my diamond bracelet. But one thing that they hadn't taken away was the one thing I was happiest to see. I still had my plastic beaded cracker jack bracelet from Nathan. They hadn't realized that this was the most valuable thing I owned.

"What are they gonna do to me?"

"I don't know," Peyton replied, "I guess that depends on what your boyfriends are willing to do."

I didn't want Nathan and Jake brought into this, but I knew that was too late. They were key players in whatever this was. There was no way they couldn't be brought into this. I just didn't want anything bad to happen to them. I'd rather they kill me than Nathan and Jake get hurt. I couldn't take it if anything happened to them.

"I liked your tattoos by the way," Peyton said before standing up and walking back over to the couch.

I was confused. I didn't even know how she had seen them, but then again I was in a different pair of clothes than I had been when I left the house. They obviously had changed me.

"I was the one who changed your clothes," she said, "better me than someone else right?"

"Yeah," I replied. The thought of Ian taking my clothes off was enough to make me sick. "I like yours too."

She had a vine growing up her right arm that went all the way from her ring finger to her shoulder. Small purple flowers were growing on it and it lead to a large purple flower on her shoulder. It must have taken awhile to get it done. "Thanks," she said with a smile. "What's the one your ribs from?"

I had a black and blue butterfly on my shoulder and on my ribs I had the words, "Do not show me the steep and thorny way to heaven," in small black cursive.

"It's from Hamlet. It's a line that Ophelia says."

"Big Hamlet fan?" she asked and leaned back on the couch.

"I'm kind of named after Ophelia."

"Haley doesn't sound very much like Ophelia."

"Ophelia's my middle name," I replied before lying back down on the dirty couch. My body was exhausted and I felt like I couldn't keep my eyes open. I glanced back at the water bottle and suddenly began to wonder if there was something more than water in that water bottle.

"I'll have food for you when you wake up," Peyton replied and suddenly I was asleep again.


Reese Dixon has been trying to bring down the BC for years. Recently he approached Nathan and Jake about being his confidential informants. If they would keep him up to date on some of their customers and tell him anything they knew about the BC the police wouldn't bother them or the business. He also liked to buy from the occasionally.

I've always gotten a creepy feeling from Reese and he's a bit of a douche bag but he kept the police out of our business and now Jake and Nathan needed his help.

Nathan and Jake hadn't heard anything from anyone about me or any instructions on what to do to get me back and they'd stayed up all night waiting to hear. They had the computer open and their phones on them just waiting to hear. The wait was just enough to kill them. And for all they knew I could have already been dead.

They sat in Nathan's car watching the waves crash into the shore of the beach. The sun had just come up and they were now doing more waiting, but this time for Reese. They watched his black BMW pull up next to them. When he got out he pulled his sunglasses down over his eyes and walked over to their car.

He stopped next to the window and leaned against the car. "What can I do for you boys?"

"Get in," Nathan replied.

Reese shook his head before opening the back door and getting inside. He moved to the middle and looked at the both of them. "What was so important that you needed to get me up at the crack of dawn. And where's that pretty girl of yours?"

"They took her."

"Who did?" he asked.

"The BC," Jake replied, "they took her last night and we need help getting her back."

"And what do you want me to do? You haven't exactly told me enough for me to be able to track them down."

"You don't have anything on them?" Nathan asked. "Nothing that could help us find her? You haven't got any information about them on your own?"

"You know I can't tell you anything. It's police business and in case you forgot you guys aren't the police. You're nothing but a bunch of pot heads who got in too deep with the Cartel. I don't know what I can tell you that can help you."

Nathan reached around and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him forward in between the two front seats. "You listen to me. They have my girl and I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get her back and you had better help me. You're a fucking fool if you think they won't come after you. I'll make sure they do if you don't help us."

"Alright!" Reese said holding his hands up. "I'll help you! But you have to keep my name out of it. I'll lose my job if they know I'm helping you."

"Just tell us what you know," Jake said.

"There's a new boss in charge. Victoria Davis took over the BC and she's been living in Tijuana. But she has a daughter her in LA so she makes trips here occasionally. My guess is your girl is somewhere between here and there. And my bet is Ian Banks has got her."

"Who is he?" Nathan asked.

"He's her right hand man. He does all the dirty work. He's the one in charge of all the bodies you see in the videos they send out. I guarantee he's the one who has her."

"Where do we find him?"

"I don't know. I haven't found him yet."

"Well then that's not very helpful," Jake said before turning to look back out the window.

"I'm just telling you what I know!" Reese said. "I'll tell you anymore that I can find out. But that's all I've got for now."

"Then you can go."

Nathan let go of him and he quickly got out of the car and started back towards his car. "Reese," Nathan shouted out after him, "if there's anything you're not telling us we'll find out. Then the BC won't be your biggest problem, we will be."

Reese nodded his head before getting in the car and driving away fast. They sat there for a few more minutes in silence thinking back on what Reese had just told them. They needed to find Ian if they were going to find me. They couldn't just sit there and not do anything. They needed to find me.

Suddenly Jake's cell phone began to ring and he quickly picked it up. "Hello?"

"We need all of your product by tonight. All of it and if any of it's missing she pays for it. We'll send you the address."

The other line went dead and Jake dropped his phone. "They want it all. Everything in the stores, everything we're growing now. Everything and they want it tonight."

"Well then we'll get it for them. We don't have any other choice. Where do they want us to meet them?"

"They didn't say yet. They'll email the address later."

"We need to go get everything. We can't waste time. And call Mouth. He can help us get it all together."

They knew that they were handing over the business to the BC. The weed was the business and they were throwing all the work away. Handing it over to them and essentially doing exactly what they wanted them to do from the beginning. But now it all came with a price and the price was me.

I'm sorry this chapter is so short but I wanted to give you guys something instead of nothing. I hope you like this and please let me know what you think. Again I'm sorry it's so short!