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Chapter Seven

Ben's Pov

Pacing, trying to fight the grin that wanted to cross my lips, I wait for him to bring her to me. I am not a stupid man. I have a plan, and it's already in motion. My hand grazes against the gun lodged in the waistband of my jeans. I would save her—even if I had to die to do so. She wouldn't be harmed, I'd make sure of that.

"Every thing's ready Ben," Riley's voice broke into my thoughts, pulling me back to reality.

"Great—and Sandusky?" I asked, knowing that he was playing a major role in this 'game.'

"He's set too, don't worry," even as he said the words, I knew that he didn't believe them.

"I really wish you'd believe it Riley," my voice shook slightly.

I had every belief that our plan would work out, but I had an alternative, just in case. Of course no one else knew about that one, just me. If Riley knew about it, he'd stop me. I couldn't allow that. Sandusky wouldn't allow it either, so yeah, no one but me could know about the backup plan. Which unfortunately, would not include me surviving.

"I do—to an extant Ben. I'm just trying to—I don't know. I just want Abby to be safe too," he said, placing a careful hand on my shoulder.

My hand still hovering over the 9mm in my waistband. My fingers curled around the gun a couple of times, ready to pull it out at any given moment.

"Please Ben, relax," Riley's words cut through my thoughts.

"I can't. If I relax then something could go wrong. I NEED to be on edge," I explained.

All Riley could do was shake his head at me, before standing a few feet to the side of me. He probably thought I was crazy, and could I really blame him?

"You know Ben, he'll know that you've involved the cops," Ian's irritating voice broke into my thoughts this time.

It took every ounce of self control that I hold inside to not pull out the pistol.

"Screw you."

Abigail's Pov

Bound and gagged again. I really hoped that this would be the last time. The ropes around my wrists were chafing my skin, making it red and raw. It was burning, and itching at the same time. It was one of the more uncomfortable feelings I've felt. Not to mention the rag that was shoved so far into my mouth that I felt like I might swallow it. My throat burned from lack of hydration. My body ached from laying on the hard concrete floor. The few bruises on my body, were starting to turn yellow, but were still quite sore. My arm, where the bullet nearly missed me, throbbed. I was afraid it might be infected. Hopefully it wouldn't be anything too serious though.

"We're almost there. You've been so good. I should have just bound and gagged you the whole time. Then none of this," he paused pointing to the yellowing bruises, and the makeshift bandage on my arm. "Wouldn't have been necessary."

I tried to scream at him, but it all came out mumbled, and I gagged on my gag. I could feel a bit of bile rising in my throat due to the gagging, but was able to keep it down. Just what I needed, to choke to death on vomit.

"Now you just need to not do that. I did promise Ben I'd return you in one piece—not that I plan on keeping that plan once I have Ian, but you get the idea," his sneer made my stomach queasy. I really hoped that Ben would kill him. I glared at him, hoping that the whole 'if looks could kill' saying was true, and he'd drop dead.

"Aren't you the funny one. Look at her Miles, she thinks she's tough," his voice was almost as irritating as the sicking grin that was permanently plastered on his face.

I bit down hard on the gag in my mouth to keep myself from screaming at him again. His sneer grew larger as the van rolled to a stop.

"Looky there, Benny did listen," his voice was really starting to get on my nerves, and I really wanted Ben to kill him, and I never wanted anyone to get killed—ever.

Ben's POV

I watched carefully as the van rolled to a slow stop just in front of the sidewalk. My hand still hovered over the gun in my waistband, ready to pull the trigger if I needed to. This situation had hardened me, had taken me to a different level. Made me see people different. People like Ian and Jacob, who deserved nothing but death, and people like Riley and Abby, in totally different lights. The way that it was supposed to be.

"Ah! Benny, good to see your here—with my brother," his smile sickened me, but I just stood there, waiting for him to bring out Abby. I need to see that she was okay. "I assume this is what your waiting on."

His voice stopped as he shoved her out of the van. Her hands were tied behind her back, and she had a rather tight gag in her mouth. She also had some bruises that were yellowing, and she had some cloth tied around her arm that had some dried up blood on it. This, however, didn't appear to be unharmed, as Jacob had promised. I wanted so badly to just beat the hell out of Ian for Jacob hurting my Abigail. It made me wonder what else he had done. Maybe something that wasn't so much physical—I pushed those thoughts from my mind as I walked forward, gun drawn, and held firmly to Ian's temple as Jacob did the same, only with Abby.

"I thought you said she was unharmed?" I asked him, acid dripping from my tone.

"She is—for the most part. Trust me, with a mouth like that, it's a wonder she's still alive," his honesty scared me, so I shut up, and grabbed Abigail into my arms, and held her tightly, trying to not hurt her.

"Your just gonna let them go?" she asked, her voice quiet.

"Trust me, they'll get theirs," I smiled at her, as I hide her halfway behind my back, and started to back away. Slowly I counted to ten, and waited to hear the words.

"FBI Freeze!" Sandusky called out, and I smiled as I watched Jacob's expression go from triumphant to defeated in a matter of seconds.

"Good luck in hell," I grinned at them, as I wrapped my arms around Abigail's waist, pulling her into my side, reveling in the fact of knowing that she was finally safe and sound, and home.

"I was so scared," she finally admitted.

"I know honey, I'm so sorry it took me so long to get you back. I missed you so bad. I love you," I sighed, before bending down to kiss the top of her head. It was like a large piece of my life—my heart had been taken from me, and it felt like heaven to have it back.

"I love you too Ben," I could hear the smile crossing her lips. I finally had my bride back, and we'd finally be able to bond ourselves together forever.

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