Tim must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knew, he was being shaking and heard John's voice seconds later.
"Time to get up, son. We're here," John said.
Tim opened his eyes and looked around. He was in a garage and John was standing over him outside the car. "Where are we?"
"Need to know. Come on, let's go inside," John said before taking him by the arm and helping out of the car.
Tim didn't fight as he was led out of the garage and into the house. He looked around and found himself in a large kitchen nicely furnished. There was a guard right by the door clearly there to make sure he and Sarah didn't get out. "Where's my sister?"
"Probably asleep. It's after midnight," John said.
"I don't know about that. Being kidnapped by a lunatic doesn't exactly make sleep easy," Tim said.
"Well, you had no problem with it," John pointed out.
"I haven't gotten a lot of sleep in the last few days, thanks to you. Will you take these damn things off now?" Tim asked referring to the handcuffs that still confined his hands behind his back. I'm sure if I tried to leave, your buddy over there would stop me."
"Oh, yes, thank you for reminding me. That's Mark. He'll be around, as well another friend of mine. His name's Ryan. You'll get acquainted with them, I'm sure. Actually, it's probably better if you don't. They're both instructed to use any means they deem necessary to keep you here, short of killing you or causing permanent damage," John said before taking a step towards his son and speaking once more in a low voice. "And should they have to stop you, what you get from me will make anything I may have done in the past seem like a little tumble off the jungle jim."
"What do you want from me? Just tell me so we can get the hell out of here!" Tim yelled.
"You're going nowhere, son. Get used to it," John said.
"I am not your son! Stop calling me that!" he exclaimed. He hated it when John called him son, even when he did it years ago. His dad called him that sometimes too, but it was different in the way John did it. With his dad, it was a term of endearment. John did it as a declaration of ownership. He did it because he wanted Tim to remember that he was his and always would be. He wanted him to know he belonged to him.
John walked behind Tim and grabbed one of his wrists twisting it hard.
Tim gasped in pain, but refused to yell out.
"You're mine. You pretend Leon's your father, but it's nothing more than a little boy's fantasy. You are mine, boy, and you always will be," John whispered into Tim's ear before letting go of his wrist. He then took a key out of his pocket and undid Tim's handcuffs.
Tim immediately grabbed the wrist that John twisted. "You're a twisted bastard."
"Watch yourself, son. You and I both know I can do worse. Come with me," John said before leaving the room without making sure Tim was following.
Tim followed. He was not willing to test John anymore at this moment. Like John said, he did know how much worse it could get. True, he could fight back now, but he wouldn't get far. John was a lot more bulky and probably a better fighter. He'd had years of experience in the Navy and probably in prison too.
Tim followed him through the living room and up the stairs. They went down to the end of the hall and into the last room on the left. Tim looked around and saw that it was a typical office. It had a desk and chairs, as well as a couch on the opposite side of the room.
"Sit," John ordered before sitting himself and opening a drawer.
Tim begrudgingly did as he was told and sat down in front of the desk. Just as he did, a handful of photos were placed in front of him. He immediately picked them up and looked at them. They were all of him and Sarah. They were clearly surveillance photos, as they all looked like they were taken without anyone's knowledge. "You've been stalking us."
John laughed. "Why am I not surprised you'd come to that conclusion? No. Those photos were sent to me."
"You're lying," Tim said with a glare.
"Afraid not, son. Someone's after me and is using you and Sarah to get to me. That's why I shot at you. I wanted Vance to do something to protect you until I could arrange this. Obviously it didn't take long. I managed to get things together quickly, but I didn't wanna chance it, as I wasn't sure I'd be able to pull it off in time. Plus, it would make it easier to get you both if you were together. I figured Vance would make sure you were together. I didn't plan on you going to work that day. That made things difficult, but I wasn't going to get a better chance at Sarah then with Vance out of the house. I also thought it might throw off whoever's doing this," John explained.
"You expect me to believe you did all of this to protect us?" Tim asked skeptically. John didn't give a damn about him. He proved that every time he beat him as a child.
"I'll say it again, you're mine. No one will touch you," John said.
"No one but you, right?" Tim asked snidely.
John smiled in response. "That's right, son. You belong to me. I'll handle you anyway I want, but no one else will touch you unless I say. So, yes, I will protect you whether you want that protection or not."
"And then what?" Tim asked. He had a hard time believing that John was just going to let him and Sarah leave when this was over. He'd always been very possessive and that had clearly not changed. He believed they belonged to them. He wouldn't let them go.
John smiled. "Go two doors down. That's your room. Get some sleep."
Tim glared at John, but the man completely ignored him and turned his attention to something on his desk. Tim got up after a minute and left the room.