Author's Note
Guess what homies? I'm not dead lol but I have seriously forgot how to post a new chapter...please help me
Greg's Pov
I was still on the floor in pain from this morning's friendly beating when suddenly the Russians thugs came rushing in. They handcuffed my hands behind me and put a black bag over my head. Then, they pulled me up,dragged me to a car outside, and shoved me in the back seat. One of the thugs said something in what definitely sounded like Russian and we took off.
"So, where we going boys? Tea party with the Queen?" I said sarcastically. The thug sitting on my left elbowed me in the ribs. Coincidentally, he just happened to hit one of the ribs that had been broken and I felt like all the wind had been knocked out of me. I coughed and sputtered trying to catch my breath. The thug that elbowed me laughed under his breath.
I tried to keep time as we drove, but the pain kept distracting me. It took roughly an hour before we arrived at our destination. Honestly, trying to keep the time was a good distraction from the pain and monotony. I tried to map out the turns as well, but it wasn't long before I stopped, I couldn't count the time and map the turns at the same time. I knew that we were going East. I could feel the sun beating down on me from the windows of the car. East. East of London meant Essex or Kent, depending on if we were north or south of the Thames. I wish could know that much. It could help a lot in figuring out where we were.
When we got to wherever we were going, the thugs pulled me out of the car and began leading me into a building that was cold and smelly. We stopped walking and they threw me into a chair, then took the bag off of my head. We were now in another small room. This time there was no other furniture besides my chair. There were no windows, the only light came from the naked bulb dangling from the ceiling. The thugs left, leaving me with my hands painfully cuffed behind my back, closing the door and locking it behind them.
I sighed. I was very curious about the change in scenery. The only thing I could think was that Mycroft had figured out where I was and the Russians got tipped off. So they had to move me. I half hoped that was the case because that meant Mycroft was looking for me. But now that I had been moved, he may never find me again. I could die here and I didn't even know where I was, except that it was an hour East of London.
Eventually the Russian that had been beating me, and who I could only assume was the leader came in. "I hope you weren't too attached to your old room. We heard on the politsiya* scanners that they had figured out where you were. Therefore you had to be moved. I'm not ready for you to be found yet." he had been slowly, casually circling me as he talked. "And I have also decided I am going to leave your handcuffs on. I thought it would be fun for you to learn what it's like to wear your own handcuffs." he stopped behind me and flicked at the cuffs, he then came around and stood in front of me. "With this change of venue, your sweet little boyfriend definitely will not find you."
"If you're so certain, then why all the secrecy, and the black bag? It's not like I can call him and tell him where I am.` I asked
"Eh, you can never be too careful." he said with a shrug.
"So...do I ever get to know why you've kidnapped me? Or ya know, maybe who the fuck you even are?" I thought it only fair I knew why this bastard was doing what he was doing.
"You want to know why you are here? Hmmm? Well, you are here because your boyfriend killed my husband. He took the one person I loved from me. So now I'm going to do the same to him. You can deny all you want that you aren't with Mycroft Holmes but i know you are lying. I have been watching you two for some time."
To be honest I've been with Mycroft a little over a year now and I still didn't know exactly what his job entailed. But I was pretty sure killing was no longer in his job description. Even if it was im sure he would have someone else do it. He hates to get dirty.
'I'm sure you're wrong about that. Mycroft isn't the killing type.` I said.
'Romanoffs are never wrong! And i've done my research. I know it was him. I know it was Mycroft.'
"Romanoff…" I said thinking aloud. The name sounded familiar, I could have sworn the name had been in the news recently. Just then it clicked. "Romanoff! Khalil Romanoff. He was held hostage, tortured and killed. The government did nothing to protect him. I remember that story, that was last year, right? You blame Mycroft for Khalil's death. That had nothing to do with him, he was out of town when that happened. And besides his job isn't to care for 're blaming an innocent man.'
"He is not innocent in my eyes." Mr. Romanoff said angrily. "He had the authority to save Khalil and he chose to do nothing. He let an innocent man die for no reason!"
"You're angry, I get that. I really do. I would be too if I lost my significant other. But torturing someone like this is a bit much and it isn't going to bring Khalil will only land you in prison. Please, just let me go." I said, doing my best not to plead and maintain my dignity. "Maybe I can talk to Mycroft and see if you can avoid charges for all of this." Lies. All lies. There was no way I was going to let this guy get away with putting me through hell.
"Net! No!" he yelled at me. "I want to see his face after he sees your dead body." He took a deep breath and calmly continued, "Or, at least your severely tortured body. Whichever comes first.' he gently ran his index finger down my jawline and stopped at my chin. "I want this pretty face to be so messed up, he will barely be able to recognize you.'
I could tell he was going to start beating on me again so I cringed, preparing myself for the worst.
'Relax Gregory," he said with a small chuckle, "I'm not going to hurt you. Not right now. There's plenty of time for that later. Especially now that no one knows where you are but me and my minions.' he patted my cheek and left. I heard a lock click after he closed the door behind him.
Great. Just great. Now what the fuck was I going to do. Now how was I going to get home.