Ok. Hello again. So, tomorrow I'm going on holiday for a month, I'm probably not going to update in that time because I probably won't have any internet. I'm very sorry but I'll be sure to o upload a new chapter the moment that I'm back.
Thank you to VioletErin.26 and tmntforever for reviewing along woth anyone who follows, favourites or reads. Goodbye for a month and on with the story...
Third Person POV
A deal was struck between Connor and Moriarty. It wasn't a fair deal to Connor, and he knew full well that the deal could go awry all too easily, however this was the lesser of two evils. Connor and Layla had to stay on Moriarty's estate with a visit once a week from either Sherlock or John for an hour in a neutral location. In this time they were allowed to speak freely to their visitors. Moriarty would ensure that no harm would come to them unless Sherlock and John did not do what was asked of them. Connor was assured that Moriarty would be civil to them and make sure that there accommodation was satisfactory at least. This deal meant that Connor would no longer be pressed on information about John or Sherlock and that Layla would no longer be terrorised by any gang member that haunted Connor's past. Of course Connor wasn't happy about the deal, and he dreaded to think of how Layla would react. The lesser of two evils he thought Just remember, it's the lesser of two evils.
Layla's POV
"Time to wake up sunshine." I hear someone say. I look up to see Seb looking at me sympathetically.
"How could you?" I ask. I hate how weak my voice sounds.
"I have my orders. I am sorry though. But now it's time for you to go." He holds out his hand and I take it. He helps me stand up. My legs are trembling from shock and I almost fall over. He steadies me and undoes the shackles that once imprisoned my feet. If I had the energy I would run free and escape, but now I just want to sleep and try to forget everything.
"Am I going home now?" I ask.
"To your new home. You're going to be staying with me and the boss for a while." He says as he helps me walk out of the prison cell.
"No. I want to go home. You can't make me go with you. I outright refuse."
"You don't have a choice. It's better than here though. You'll have a room of your own, and the estate is big. You could go in the gardens for a bit. I wouldn't try to escape though, we're miles away from civilisation."
"Britain's a small island, I'd find a town somewhere." I reply, trying not to show the panic that courses through my body. I don't want to be here. I'd be ok if it was just Seb, but his boss. He was the one who ordered the kidnapping, and he ordered those men...I try not to let any tears fall as my throat constricts and I feel the tears prick behind my eyes.
"Who said we were going to be in Britain? Now hold still. I need to sedate you."
I grimace as I struggle to escape his grasp. "No. I won't let you. Let me go Seb!"
"I'm sorry." he says as a needle is plunged into my neck. Darn him! Why am I always losing consciousness?
I wake up in a soft bed. I sigh contentedly before realising what's happened. I sit up quickly and groan as black spots fill my vision and my head throbs. I sit still for a few moments trying to gain my bearings and remember everything I can. The last thing I remember is Seb sticking a needle in my neck. I'll kill him. I actually will. I thought we were cool, but no, he had to destroy any prospects of friendship by following his stupid orders. Stupid Seb. Stupid boss. I stand up, feeling weak from lack of food and water over the past...how long has it been since we were kidnapped? I don't even know. I sigh and leave the room, ignoring the plush room. I noticed how beautiful it was when I woke up, but no amount of beauty is going to make me accept this.
The door is unlocked and I open it cautiously, not knowing what awaits me. Ahead of me is a corridor. I walk along it until I come to a giant staircase that leads downstairs. It's then that the grandeur of this place sinks in. This is the poshest place I've ever been. It's like blooming Buckingham Palace. Where on earth am I? I walk slowly down the stairs, being as quiet as possible. At the bottom of the staircase is a huge entrance space and a door, which I'm presuming is the front door. I try it, it's locked. I go down one of the many hallways that leave the entrance space. I enter the kitchen. It's amazing. It's so big and just wonderful overall. Mum would have loved this. She loved cooking, baking especially. This is...impressive. I walk around it running my hand across the counter-top.
"Do you like it?" I'm startled by the sound of an Irish voice that snaps me out of my trance.
"It's great." I say truthfully. I could only ever dream of a kitchen like this. It's perfect.
"Moriarty, a pleasure to finally meet you." He extends his hand. I don't take it. This is the boss. And not only is he the boss, he's Molly's 'boyfriend' and my mother's 'admirer'. This man puts me on edge. "Aaah, not one for pleasantries I see. That's alright. You're young, you'll learn." He smiles at me like a lion would before it devours it's prey.
"Can I have something to eat?" I ask. I'm not even bothering to try and figure him out. I have no doubt that half of it's an act. Separating fact from fiction would be too difficult in terms of him.
"Seeing as you asked so politely, of course you can. I'll call Seb." He makes to call out, but I stop him.
"No worries. I'll make my own meal." I say as I start rummaging through the cupboards. After a few minutes I find exactly what I need to and make myself a simple strawberry jam sandwich. "Where's my brother?" I ask. I need to know that he's safe.
"Connor," he says in surprise, "he'll be around here somewhere. You know, seeing as you're both staying here from now on." He chuckles at my scowl. "Now, now, it's not all that bad. You'll be able to see your father and his pet once a week for a bit. You're my hostages now. But I made a promise that you're to be treated nicely. Wasn't that nice of me?"
I scoff, "It would be nicer if you let me go home." I munch at my sandwich angrily and try to control myself. I'm dealing with a psychopath, not just some person on the street. I have to be careful.
"Alex was right, you are terribly feisty. And anyway, you are home now."
"I can guarantee you Moriarty, I will never call this home." I'm almost finished with my sandwich now, I can't wait to go find Connor.
"But it's so much nicer that crummy Baker Street." He whines. I don't know if he's acting, or if he normally acts like a bratty 3 year old.
"Yes, but unlike Baker Street this house does not have my father." I finish off the sandwich, put my plate in the sink and run upstairs to explore the many rooms but more importantly, to find Connor.