CHAPTER ELEVEN
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Leo watched as the door to the house opened and Troy appeared with Steve in his arms. Steve was not moving and he tensed. Had Troy hurt his own son?
" Where is he taking him?" Mike hissed, " it sounded rough in there…
" I don't know Mikey," Leo said, " Just sit tight."
" We have to do something now," Don urged, " Steve's hurt!"
" We have to wait," Leo said, " he might lead us to Tim."
They watched as Troy loaded his son into a white van and closed the door. Then Troy climbed into the drivers seat, backed down the driveway, and roared down the street.
" Let's go!" Mike said and Leo followed the white van.
Hang on Tim…we are coming. Leo thought grimly.
* * *
Tim opened his eyes and groaned. His body ached and so did his head. He felt as if he was hung-over but he knew that was not the case. This was worse, much worse than a hangover.
I cannot believe the bitch had the nerve to electrocute me. Doesn't she know it could have killed me? Tim realised that he was not tied down on the bed. He slowly sat up and experimentally flexed his fingers and rotated his shoulders. Then he stood up carefully and walked over to the door.
" There's no use in trying to escape Timothy," a voice coming out of nowhere told him and he jumped.
" The door is locked. And I'm watching your every move." It was Dinah. Tim looked up to see a small white box with a red light staring at him-the camera with a speakerphone.
" Fuck you," Tim muttered and kicked at the door with his foot.
" Now, now, there is no need to get aggressive," Dinah sounded patronizing and it was infuriating him.
" Let me out of here," Tim growled.
" Not until you tell me where your father lives." Dinah replied.
" Well…at least bring me some food."
" I don't think you deserve that luxury," Dinah said and went quiet after that.
* * *
Dinah watched as Troy practically dumped a teenage boy onto the couch in the living room of the HQ.
" What is this?" she demanded Troy.
" This is my son," Troy announced.
" What is he doing here?"
" He knows about me." Troy told her bluntly, " and I don't know what to do with him. I don't want to hurt him, I've hurt him enough already."
" How much does he know?" Dinah asked him tightly.
" That I'm involved with the Foot and Tim's kidnapping. He doesn't know about you."
" Then you must get rid of him." Dinah said.
Troy looked down at him, " I can't."
" Why not?"
" He's my son. If my wife learns I've done something to him, then she'll most likely divorce me."
" Well, then you have to do something. If the kid squeals to the police about us, that's the end of the Foot."
" I've an idea." Troy said, " We'll make him a part of the Foot Clan. That way he is sworn to secrecy about us.
" That's an idea," Dinah agreed, " and why wouldn't an eighteen year old love to be a part of a Clan?"
" That's what I thought. So we if we make him a member, the secret is safe." Troy felt confident. Steve would not refuse an invitation to join the worlds most elite Clan…would he?
* * *
Tim watched as two Foot soldiers carried an unconscious Steve into the bedroom and dumped him on the huge bed. They left without a word and Tim walked over to his fallen friend/
" Steve? Wake up!" Tim urged then wondered: how on earth Steve got here. Was he trying to rescue him?
Steve stirred slightly but kept his eyes closed. Tim then noticed Steve's left cheek was swollen and bruised and his eye puffy. Someone had clocked him one-just like they did to him.
" Steve?" Tim nudged his friend gently and Steve's eyes fluttered open.
" Huh?"
" It's me, Tim." Tim greeted him and Steve's eyes cleared, " Tim? What am I doing here? What happened?"
" You were captured…just like I was." Tim told his friend, " Can you move?"
" No…my head hurts." Steve mumbled, " I just wanna sleep." His eyes closed again.
" Don't fall asleep, we can get out of here." Tim pleaded.
" Just for a few minutes okay?" Steve replied without opening his eyes.
Tim sighed and watched him sleep. With the two of them together, they could think of someway to get out of this place. If they had to resort to violence, then they had no choice.
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Leo watched as the door to the house opened and Troy appeared with Steve in his arms. Steve was not moving and he tensed. Had Troy hurt his own son?
" Where is he taking him?" Mike hissed, " it sounded rough in there…
" I don't know Mikey," Leo said, " Just sit tight."
" We have to do something now," Don urged, " Steve's hurt!"
" We have to wait," Leo said, " he might lead us to Tim."
They watched as Troy loaded his son into a white van and closed the door. Then Troy climbed into the drivers seat, backed down the driveway, and roared down the street.
" Let's go!" Mike said and Leo followed the white van.
Hang on Tim…we are coming. Leo thought grimly.
* * *
Tim opened his eyes and groaned. His body ached and so did his head. He felt as if he was hung-over but he knew that was not the case. This was worse, much worse than a hangover.
I cannot believe the bitch had the nerve to electrocute me. Doesn't she know it could have killed me? Tim realised that he was not tied down on the bed. He slowly sat up and experimentally flexed his fingers and rotated his shoulders. Then he stood up carefully and walked over to the door.
" There's no use in trying to escape Timothy," a voice coming out of nowhere told him and he jumped.
" The door is locked. And I'm watching your every move." It was Dinah. Tim looked up to see a small white box with a red light staring at him-the camera with a speakerphone.
" Fuck you," Tim muttered and kicked at the door with his foot.
" Now, now, there is no need to get aggressive," Dinah sounded patronizing and it was infuriating him.
" Let me out of here," Tim growled.
" Not until you tell me where your father lives." Dinah replied.
" Well…at least bring me some food."
" I don't think you deserve that luxury," Dinah said and went quiet after that.
* * *
Dinah watched as Troy practically dumped a teenage boy onto the couch in the living room of the HQ.
" What is this?" she demanded Troy.
" This is my son," Troy announced.
" What is he doing here?"
" He knows about me." Troy told her bluntly, " and I don't know what to do with him. I don't want to hurt him, I've hurt him enough already."
" How much does he know?" Dinah asked him tightly.
" That I'm involved with the Foot and Tim's kidnapping. He doesn't know about you."
" Then you must get rid of him." Dinah said.
Troy looked down at him, " I can't."
" Why not?"
" He's my son. If my wife learns I've done something to him, then she'll most likely divorce me."
" Well, then you have to do something. If the kid squeals to the police about us, that's the end of the Foot."
" I've an idea." Troy said, " We'll make him a part of the Foot Clan. That way he is sworn to secrecy about us.
" That's an idea," Dinah agreed, " and why wouldn't an eighteen year old love to be a part of a Clan?"
" That's what I thought. So we if we make him a member, the secret is safe." Troy felt confident. Steve would not refuse an invitation to join the worlds most elite Clan…would he?
* * *
Tim watched as two Foot soldiers carried an unconscious Steve into the bedroom and dumped him on the huge bed. They left without a word and Tim walked over to his fallen friend/
" Steve? Wake up!" Tim urged then wondered: how on earth Steve got here. Was he trying to rescue him?
Steve stirred slightly but kept his eyes closed. Tim then noticed Steve's left cheek was swollen and bruised and his eye puffy. Someone had clocked him one-just like they did to him.
" Steve?" Tim nudged his friend gently and Steve's eyes fluttered open.
" Huh?"
" It's me, Tim." Tim greeted him and Steve's eyes cleared, " Tim? What am I doing here? What happened?"
" You were captured…just like I was." Tim told his friend, " Can you move?"
" No…my head hurts." Steve mumbled, " I just wanna sleep." His eyes closed again.
" Don't fall asleep, we can get out of here." Tim pleaded.
" Just for a few minutes okay?" Steve replied without opening his eyes.
Tim sighed and watched him sleep. With the two of them together, they could think of someway to get out of this place. If they had to resort to violence, then they had no choice.