Hi friends! Due to high demand of you alll awseome redears I have posted this chapter super quick. Normally I don't do it but just couldn't say no. It was kinda rushed so I'm sorry for mistakes.
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Mac reached the grocery store and groaned in disappointment when he saw it was closed. He turned around to return back home but then thought Jack had asked him to do this one thing. How could he go empty handed. Mac decided to check out another store which was few more blocks away.
Fifteen minutes later Mac doubted he did even find a grocery store. His legs felt like jelly and body shivered as cool breeze hit his face. No wonder he couldn't see anybody on the street. It was too cold to be outside. Mac sighed and was about to give up his search when he saw a light couple of feet away from him. A smile formed on his face and Mac jogged his way to the store. He purchased the milk and paid the bill from Jack's credit card.
Mac stepped outside the store and saw a movement at the corner of his eyes. Not too far from the grocery store in the opposite direction from where he had come was a van standing and two men were loading something into the vehicle. Out of pure curiosity, Mac decided to check out as it looked something fishy to him.
Mac quickly but steadily moved towards the van. He hid himself behind a car and ducked down to see what was going on. The boy's eyes widened when he saw the men were standing outside a bank and were loading big boxes...probably money. He also saw the security guard lying unconscious on the road. He watched them for five minutes and then quickly memorized the van's plate numbers and faces of the robbers. He had to inform Jack.
Mac had just taken a step back when he heard a shout from behind. His heart hammered in his chest. The boy barely had a time to run before a large hand caught his arm and roughly turned him around. Mac didn't even get a chance to recover before he was struck hard in face by a flailing fist. He saw stars and his vision blacked out for few seconds but he managed to stay put on the ground
"You little jerk!" spat the man venomously "You really thought we didn't see you?" Mac started shaking in the man's hold. He saw something flashing in the man's hand and his heart dropped to his stomach. It was a knife that was held on his throat. Mac glanced and saw the other man was still loading the van. His eyes flickered at the store but to his utter disappointment, it was closed. Infact he was all alone in the dark night with these two goons.
Acting on instinct, Mac elbowed the man and violently jerked out of his grip. He tackled the man sending them both sprawled on the cold hard ground. The man growled and gave a punch at Mac's stomach. He then slashed the boy's arm with his knife. Hot blinding pain surged through his arm and he cried out loud. The man got up and started kicking on Mac's stomach.
Mac curled into small ball trying to prevent the man's vicious kicks. He was on the verge of loosing conscious when a second voice reached his ears "Ron Stop! What are you doing? He's only a kid"
"So what! He saw us Jason!" Ron replied bluntly
Jason pursed his lips "C'mon let's go" he pulled at Ron's arm but his friend wrenched it away "No! We can't leave him here!" he eyed Mac who struggling to keep his eyes open "I'm not taking the risk. He'll tell the cops"
"The kid is barely conscious. What harm will he do to us" Jason argued back and got a glare from his friend. Ron thought for a moment and then spoke "Let's take him with us. We'll dump him somewhere outside the city"
"Ron please let's just go!"
"No! Now don't be a pussy and help me get the boy in the van" Ron raised his voice and Jason reluctantly agreed. Together they hauled a bleeding Mac who gasped when his arm was jarred in the process. He was then thrown into the van and soon driven out of the area.
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Jack looked at the clock for tenth time and frowned. Where was Mac? The store was only three blocks away and it had been past thirty minutes since the kid had gone out. Did something happened to him? Did he run away again? Jack ran a hand on his face. Everything was alright half an hour ago and now he is worried to death about Mac. His instincts screamed at him. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
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Mac was lying on the backseat grunting in pain. His arm was still bleeding staining thd seat below and his stomach ached where he took Ron's kicks who was sitting in front seat with his partner Jason. His eyes fell on the boxes and then on the door of the van. It was slightly opened. Relief flooded through the boy. He could easily slip out of the van but the boxes were blocking his way. He shifted a little and slowly slid open the door with his leg. He hoped the goons wouldn't notice he was trying to escape. Mac mustered up some effort and kicked two boxes at a time. The boxes fell on the road with a loud crash and Mac heard a angry curse from front seat. He had to get out now.
Ron cursed loudly and saw from rear view mirror that two of his money filled boxes were now lying on the road "Shit! That punk dropped our money. Keep driving. I'll take care of the kid" he turned around saw the boy was trying to jump out of the van. Ron lunched backwards and wrapped his arm around Mac's waist "Where do you think you're going" he snarled
"Let me go!" Mac struggled to get free digging his finger nails on Ron's hand but the latter just tightened his hold. Out of nowhere a hard blunt force was brought down on the boy's head and he went limp in Ron's arms. The man then dumped Mac on the seat and slammed the door shut "You're going to pay for this boy. I'll make sure you pay for this"
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Jack pressed hard on the gas pedal as he looked into the darkness of the night. When he found the store closed his worry for Mac had rose to new levels. Where the hell was he? Was he in some kind of danger? Jack's throat constricted at the possibility of Mac getting hurt. The kid had barely lived with him for two days yet he made a special place in his heart. He felt a sudden urge to protect the boy at all cost and give him happiness he deserved. The agent sighed and turned his wheel to head back home. Maybe Mac had come back just like yesterday. If not the agent had a report to file about a missing kid
Jack's cell rang and he picked up, parking his car on the side of the road "Agent Dalton speaking. Who's calling?"
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