A/N: Okay well here is the second chapter. Sorry if Sark might seem a little bit OOC at first but I promise good old badass perverted freak Sark is not far away.I said I would explain more about the story this chapter but I felt like it was not the time.

Once in his car Sark picked up his phone and called one of his sources. He needed Amy's address before Rupert could get to her. It didn't take long for him to get the information he wanted , she lived on college campus but was on break. He assumed she was at her father's . He hoped she was at her father's. Within minutes he was driving towards the Richmond's house. They lived in a small town house that Sark remembered as clearly as if it was yesterday Lionel had first brought him there. But that was more than 5 years ago. Sark had never met Amy and had no idea how to break the news to her , Hey your father is dead and his murderer also wants to kill you are you hungry cause we can stop at Mc Donald's . That seemed a bit harsh.

He killed people almost everyday and he never felt pity for their friends and families. He couldn't care less about them. But Amy was Lionel's daughter and since he was feeling grief himself he couldn't help but think this news would destroy her. Without having ever met her he still knew her in a way. Her father would talk about her all the time. She was his little angel. Sark looked at the picture again while he arrived at the house. She certainly looks like she was sent from heaven.

It was late and the young brunette was tired of watching television so after going to get a glass of champagne she decided to go take a shower. She undressed herself and headed for the bathroom where she opened the hot water. The sound of the water pouring on her body was like ocean waves to her ears. She was pulled out of her mental voyage to the beach by something that first appeared to her as her phone ringing.

Shit. Sark reached his phone in his pocket and quickly turned it off. Now the girl would probably try to hit him with something heavy thinking he's a thief. Rupert and his lackeys could get there any minute and he needed to get Amy some place safe.

Amy got out of the shower as fast as she could and put her bathrobe on. She ran to her father's bedroom and opened one of his drawers. He always kept a gun there for safety. Of course she had no idea how to use it but she might be able to fool whoever had broken into her house long enough to think of a way to escape. While she was roaming the corridors walking like she had seen secret agents do in movies she was holding the gun in her hand hoping she wouldn't have to use it.

Most likely get killed trying to use it. She thought.

Suddenly she felt a strong pull on her right arm and turned around to face a young probably in his mid 20s blonde guy. Before she could react he took the gun from her .

"A lady like you shouldn't carry around such a thing." He said with his British accent. He tried to give her a charming smile in hopes she would understand he was not there to arm her but Amy didn't bite. She immediately kicked him in the stomach with all the force she could find and ran like hell. Sark caught up with her pretty fast and only had time to tell her he was not the enemy before she tried to run again. He pinned her to the wall and held her hands and legs so she couldn't move.

"Listen to me very carefully, If you do not come with me you're a dead woman. Now I'm not giving you a choice because either way I'm not leaving without you but it would be nicer if you came willingly."

With that he let go of her and awaited her reaction. Amy had no idea what was going on but by the way he held her gun she knew he was not a florist. If he wanted her dead she would already be. She looked straight in his eyes and without warning he pushed her against the wall again. That's when she saw the other man attacking her rescuer.

Sark reached for the gun he had taken from the girl minutes before and shoot at him. Nothing happened.

"No bullets?"

Sark looked at Amy who was standing by not knowing what to do. "How good is a gun without bullets?". He didn't have time to wait for her answer because his attacker had also pulled out his gun and Sark received a bullet in his arm before he could take it away from him. Sark was more than surprised to see the man fall on the floor after a simple punch. But after the man hit the floor his eyes met Amy's who was standing there, a bottle of champagne with blood on it in her hands. He gave her a thankful smile and took the bottle from her hands.

"I always loved a good bottle of champagne." He said with a smirk.

"We should go I doubt he's alone."

Sark said as he headed for the door. Amy followed him outside .

"This your car?" She knew he had money judging by the way he was dressed but his car was more than expensive. Sark did not had time for this though he was hurting and they needed to get away fast. He gave her a cold look and told her to get in which she did .

A/N: Thanks to my only reviewer so far who was anonymous but still took the time to leave a little message.