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Chapter 13:
The lime was spat out and our lips reconnected, sending an ecstatic turmoil of sparks through me. We weren't drunk or anything so I could still feel the true electricity between us, the vibes were soon interrupted though. My phone went on a buzzing frenzy in my pocket, I sighed frustratingly and Beck pouted. I quickly checked my phone.
From: Zach
I need urgent back up now!
"Shit!" I muttered, grabbing my running shoes off the door mat and shoving them into a black duffel bag, I kicked off my heels. Beck looked at me questioningly as I sped around getting everything I needed.
"Zach needs back up, now, stay here"
"I'm coming with you" he answered,
"Don't try to be a hero Beck, this is serious, you could get hurt really bad and I don't want to be responsible for that"
"But you could get hurt and I do want to be responsible for that safety" he said, gripping my wrist and making me stop to look at him.
"But Beck-"
"No, I'm coming, if something happened to you and I wasn't there to stop it… I couldn't live with myself"
"I can protect myself!" I tried once more to sway him.
He took the bag out of my hand, assuming I had everything and swung it over his shoulder. He had stripped himself of his blazer and I pulled on a pair of bike pants quickly under my dress to move freely in. He walked out to the car and I groaned, running a hand through my hair nervously. Beck had no training, I did, and he didn't know what this was. He sat in the passenger seat; thankfully, I probably would have shoved the duffel bag where the sun doesn't shine if he thought he was driving.
I thrusted the keys into the ignition and plunged my foot down onto the accelerator with the gears in reverse. We flew backwards onto the street and I quickly switched into forwards gear and stepped on it again. The night air made flapping noises against the open windows and my hair flew wildly around my face. Street lights blurred as Beck and I sat silently in the speeding car. The speedometer was either showing three times the desired speed limit or I was driving at a lethal pace.
"So… um, what's the plan?" Beck broke the silence. I really should tell him what he has to do. I would tell him to stay in the car but being a male with adventure seeking urges he would get out and get killed or something. I had to think of a plan fast, I had no idea where Zach was if he urgently needed back up. Maybe he was inside and couldn't get out? I had absolutely no idea so I had to assume that I couldn't text him back and just find a way inside. Did I want Mr Vega out of the house? Is that what Zach had wanted? That was the plan now.
"We're going to knock on the Vega's door, and ask him where Tori is"
"But she is at your house and her dad dropped her off?"
"I know but we'll just say that we told her to meet us at the restaurant and she went to my house instead, and then told us she was on her way to the restaurant via bus and never got there"
"That will make him go and look for her?"
"If he is like normal parents" I muttered disapprovingly.
"Is that it?"
"Hopefully"
Finally we turned into the Vega's street and sped down until we saw the large white house approaching on the right. I swerved into their long elaborate driveway and slowed right down. Driving at less than ten kilometres an hour until I was about three-quarters in. I carefully shut off the car and pulled the keys out of the ignition, slipping them into the black duffel bag's side pocket for easy access if we had to make a swift getaway. I nodded to Beck to jump out of the truck. I smiled a little at myself in the mirror on the side of the car and fixed my hair. Beck ran a hand through his hair and straightened out his shirt. We now looked respectable and as if we had just spent a good night out at dinner.
I had changed into flat shoes to make running easier if it was needed. We approached the door way, turning left into the covered in porch, its little lamp flickering slightly. Beck gave me an okay look and I rapped lightly on the door. A few seconds later we heard soft footsteps approaching. The large door swung open.
"Oh, hi Jade, Beck" Tori acknowledged smugly. WHAT! My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open along with Beck's as Tori put her hand on her hip in an arrogant way and death-stared us all with a conceited smile on her lips. How the hell was she here? She was drugged in my downstairs bedroom with Andre? What the hell?
"Tori!" was all I could squeal hoarsely.
"Come in" she ushered, stepping aside and pursing her lips. God, what does she know? I mean she must know that Beck and I drugged her and Andre and was probably thinking of the worst reason why. But how the fuck did she get out of my house?
"No that's okay, I think we'll just um-"I was about to say leave but something was pressed against my back.
"No, no, come in" my body froze as I felt a cold barrel of a gun press against the tight cloth of my dress. I turned my head slightly and saw Mr Vega smiling evilly with two handguns pressed against Beck and my self's back. Beck looked like he had lost all blood from his body; his tanned face was now ghostly against his dark hair and his hands shook a little. I slowly walked inside and dropped the duffel bag on the floor. I hitched up my bike pants and tried to pull my underwear down a little. I succeeded and the phone that was secured between my bike pants and thighs slipped into my underwear. They would never check there, thank God. I had to keep my phone on me and contact Zach or Maria for help later.
A few business men, some with sunglasses, crowded the living room. One leant against the piano, his sunglasses pushed high on his face, a bowler hate perched on his head. Their jackets all hitched up a little near their belts and I figured that was because they were all armed. Shit, what the hell had I gotten Beck and I into? And where the hell was Zach? How the hell was Tori Vega here? What the hell did Mr Vega want with me? I bit on my lip nervously as I tried to think of some way out of this situation. I had been in worse but that was always just an individual escape situation. This time I was thinking of Beck as well.
I leaned more to one side so that the phone beneath me wouldn't become uncomfortable too soon. Tori stood slyly but still looked a little confused with a hand on her hip a few feet away. Her father still smugly held the hand guns towards Beck and I. Beck sat with such closeness to me I see the beads of sweat running anxiously down his forehead. I placed my hand on his but he didn't calm. He hadn't been prepared for this at all, I mean neither had I but I was trained for this kind of thing.
The lighting was actually quite dim, giving an even more frightening atmosphere to our surroundings.
"So, how are you guys tonight? Looking pretty Jade and quite handsome Beck" Mr Vega said surreptitiously. He threw a gun at his daughter, whose eyes went wide as her hands flailed against the heavier than expected piece of deathly material. She terrifyingly held it at the ground, obviously unsure of what to do with it. Mr Vega fiddled with the gun as it continued we could both still clearly see down the entire barrel. I saw Beck gulp with fear as his body tightened and loosened in an uneasy pattern. I squeezed his hand, hoping to comfort him a little that we could do this and make it out unharmed. But even I didn't completely believe it.
"So, not going to talk, eh?"
"Look Vega-"
"Oh okay missy, do you want to talk to me like that? I mean we can play that way, each time you're rude, I'll take a shot at your pretty boyfriend's stomach?"
My eyes widened as did Beck's and he looked at me pleadingly. I looked at Mr Vega apologetically, feeling myself want to lunge at him and beat him to the Earth's core. He gave a tight lipped smile and rolled the weapon around his index finger. He suddenly looked up at the clock and decision flashed across his face.
"Right, take them to the basement, we are going to have to deal with them the hard way" Mr Vega declared. I figured this would be a perfect time to send Zach an, SOS while Mr Vega was occupied and we were being taken to the basement. I rapidly dove into my pants and clutched my phone, pretending to pick out a wedgie or something. I hid the small phone with my hand against the ruffle of my dress. The man in the bowler hat and large sunglasses walked down the stairs first and a few men followed behind us. Beck was on the verge of tears from fright but I was just stressed about our way out of here. I mean, if these men weren't armed I could take them all down but unfortunately they would probably shoot Beck or I within the first few punches. We were almost at the bottom of the stairs and I could see the small dark door being opened to a smaller room in front of us by the bowler hat guy. I unlocked my phone and fiddled until it went into saved messages and I quickly clicked in the speed number for Zach and hit send. The other two men who had walked us down stood on the bottom of the steps as we walked towards the door. We were just about to enter as bowler hat guy held it open by heard the ring ding of my phone. That generic diddle of most phones and my eyes went wide as I quickly looked down. However, no messages had appeared on my phone. I looked at bowler hat guy, a light from his trouser pockets making that same noise. Hang on. He pulled the phone out and looked at the text message. This couldn't be happening.
"You forgot the dots between the S's and O's Jade" Zach muttered. No way!
He removed his hat and glasses and Zach stood before me, a gun now in his hand, pointed towards my head.
"Zach, what the fuck!" I hoarsely whispered as he followed us into the dimly lit room.
"I've always loved that you were such a good agent Jade, so talented and agile, getting your black shirt on what, your second or third mission? That's pretty impressive if I do say so myself. However, me, no, I'm not good enough for one. Even though I have risked my life countless times, apparently I'm just not as fan-fucking-tastic as you!"
"But Zach, please-"
"Sh, sh" he said, placing a finger against my lips and narrowing his eyes condescendingly. Okay, now I was scared, scrap that, I was bloody terrified. Zach was a trained agent. He better be just playing along and then break Beck and I out later, this better be what's happening. However, he had given me no signals whatsoever of doing that. But maybe he couldn't. Okay, I was jumping to conclusions, I just had to calm down and figure something out. I sat down on the wooden chair provided, and Beck was forced to on one adjacent to me. The two other men came into the room with lengths of rope, their guns poking out beneath their jackets. The only light in the room was from a fireplace sizzling lightly in the corner. The rest of the room was just a few chairs, darkly painted walls and rough concrete for a floor. The men stood in front of me and began to tie me to the chair. I should have struggled but I was afraid they would pull a gun on me. If only one of them had a gun I could incapacitate them all but the other two did and I still wasn't sure what Zach was doing.
Beck was silent beside me as the men started to tie him up too. Our hands were tied behind the back of the chair and our ankles bound, our stomachs also having an unpleasantly tight rope snaked around them. Beck huffed as the rope was tightened around his stomach but he composed himself quickly and looked at me. His eyes were so vulnerable and pleading but he was trying to be strong. I could tell he felt awful being the vulnerable and inferior one out of the two of us in the situation so I gave him an encouraging glance, pleading with my eyes for him to just trust me.
"Jade West, that's a pretty gutsy name, yeah?" Mr Vega sauntered inside the room smugly. His thumbs holding his hands outside of his expensive pants pockets, also pushing his jacket back slightly to reveal the gun tucked in his also expensive belt.
"Darryl Vega … not so much" I answered bitterly.
"Feisty attitude and great confidence for someone who has just been tied up and is surrounded by expensive henchmen with fatal weapons"
"Overwhelmingly smug and conceited attitude for a supposedly loving father who in reality is probably the biggest of pussies and assholes"
"You better watch your tongue young lady"
"Kiss my ass"
He was taken aback by my aggressive words, I mean yeah I had confidence to talk back to this guy but regretfully the moment the threats came out, my guard would have to back down.
"I'm going to ask you a few questions" Vega inquired, his fingers rubbing the bristles on his chin inquisitively. I glared at him, I could feel Beck's tension and agonising eyes on me, he was so scared, and that was the only thing bringing me not to crack every single one of these idiots into a pulp.
"Who are you?"
"You obviously use too many internet dating sites, that question is so vague" I answered immaturely.
"Okay Jade, let's be serious here" he began; he ambled to the fireplace and picked up the poker, shoving it into the flickering flames. They licked at the poker, its tip now gleaming slightly with red and orange crystals.
"Who are you? Each wrong answer and I'll poke at that fire in your belly and really make it burn" My eyes bugged a little as he pulled the poker out of the fire and walked towards me. The blazing tip hovered just in front of my stomach and I gulped.
"I am Jade West"
"And?" he asked, the poker came closer to me and my heart raced.
"I arrived here a few weeks ago to attend Hollywood Arts"
"Why Hollywood Arts?"
"I got a scholarship"
"For what?"
"Singing and acting" all my answers were swift, the lie of the mission ran through my head on repeat, going over every single fact I knew about this fake life of mine. I couldn't mess up and with the poker coming closer to me every second I didn't know how much longer I could cope.
"But why Hollywood Arts!" he whispered hoarsely in my ear.
"I enjoy the arts!" I answered, feeling my stomach churn uncomfortably. But then I realised that hadn't been an inside pain. I looked down to see the poker pressed against my dress and I gasped as I soon felt the unbelievable pain of the searing poker. I muffled a scream and he pulled away slowly, my dress showing a visible patch of scorched material. Beck choked beside me and his eyes were those of intense pain and pleading as he struggled with the ropes around him, trying to break free.
"What the hell!" he screamed at Mr Vega
"Excuse me?" Mr Vega turned evilly towards Beck, his eyes staring daggers into the teenager's.
"Do you realise what you're doing here!"
"Of course I realise, I'm trying to get the information I need son"
"What information!" Beck squealed angrily, "Her name is Jade, she goes to Hollywood Arts on a scholarship, and she is my girlfriend, what the fuck is so different about her besides her obvious talent and beauty!"
I would have blushed if I hadn't been tied up in a basement with a burn freshly blazing against my stomach.
"Oh I see" Vega muttered, taking a step back and fiddling with the poker, passing it between his calloused hands. "You know something" he narrowed his eyes at Beck and walked back towards him.
Vega shoved the poker against Beck's stomach and his eyes widened in agony and a deep cry of pain escaped his perfect lips. I choked as I saw the pain flashing continually across his face. It was clear that Mr Vega had actually broken skin with his thrust and when the poker came out Beck groaned and tried to free his hands to clutch at his stomach.
"Beck!" I whispered,
"Sh" was all he said.
I heard footsteps on the stairs and suddenly Tori was in the doorway looking at the scene before her. She saw Beck huddled over in pain, the seared burning marks on my dress and a blazing poker in her father's hands. Her eyes widened as she comprehended the awful thing that was happening down here and that the coated men just stood and watched.
"Dad?" she asked so innocently. Determination and anger then flashed across Mr Vega's face. He looked insane, he looked like stress had taken over and recklessness was soon following. I was actually questioning our safety here as I soon realised that Mr Vega may not be stable. Zach and the other two stood in front of us, behind Mr Vega, their arms crossed and judgemental and satisfied expressions on their face.
"Right, right, right" Mr Vega repeated in an annoyed chant and my eyes widened a little. He pulled out a tube of white pills and popped two into his hand. He placed the tub back into his blazer pocket and threw the pills to the back of his throat, swallowing them without water. What the hell were they? For all we knew it was some illicit drug. Great, not only were we stuck in a black marketer, but we are trapped in the basement of a psychopath. Excellent. I was trying to hide my fear with sarcastic mental remarks but it really wasn't going so well. Tori started to look a little frightened as her father's eyes visibly went a little redder from the pills and his movements became sharper and actually creepier.
He drummed his fingers against the poker that he was now fidgeting with and looked at every single person in the room quickly. My stomach still stung and Beck still slumped awkwardly in his seat due to the pain. I could see the brusque white shirt he was wearing, staining slightly in his stomach area. I bit my lip, why had I gotten us into this situation. Why had I not texted Maria instead? I still had no idea what the hell was going on with Zach? Maybe Vega had drugged him? That was the only explanation I could come up with considering his long commitment to Cherub. Vega then turned to his daughter and bought her hands behind her back.
"Dad?"
"Shut your face Victoria or I will get Zach to shut it for you!" he shouted in her ear. She flinched and tears automatically filled her eyes as her father threw her towards Zach and he tied her in a chair beside me. Beck' eyes were wide with shock as Vega had his own daughter tied to a chair and he dipped the poker back in the fire. I gulped down the ginormous lump in my throat as I couldn't even think of the extensive lengths this man went to, to achieve what he wanted and how fucking insane he was. I gripped the arms of the chair, my knuckles turning paler as I racked my trained agent brain for something. Anything at all.
CLIFFHANGER!
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