As Jordan drove the car he looked at the beautiful woman sitting next to him. Then he saw the scowl she had in her face.
"Emma, why are you unhappy my little princess. We will get married and live happily ever after." He said turning a corner.
"Screw off, Jordan," Emmasnapped at him.
"Oh, Emma. It's okay my little sugar plum." Jordan said calmly.
They pulled up to an ugly looking apartment building. It was brown brick with bars on the windows and one balcony in each apartment.
They walked into the building and up three flights of stairs. Emma looked back for a second and Jordan walked back to her and grabbed her arm.
He then snarled, "Come on. Only one more flight of stairs." in her ear.
"I think I forgot my purse in your car. I need it." Emma told him after she saw a rustle in the bushes.
"Well come on then," Jordan said, grabbing her arm and yanking her down the steps.
"Ow, Jordan, your hurting me. Please let go," Emma begged him.
Jordan just kept walking down the stairs, his grip tightening on Emma's arm. As they got to the car, Emma saw a dark headed, curly haired male in the bushes. Jordan unlocked her side of the car and opened the door. He reached down and grabbed her purse off the floor of the car.
"Thanks." Emma said quietly.
Jordan grumbled something and zipped her purse open. He pulled out her cell phone and turned it off. He then put it in his pocket.
'Oh, no. That was my only way of communicating with Mrs. Santos. What will I do now?' Emma thought to herself.
Craig was watching from the bushes hoping to see Emma when a man came down the stairs with the frightened blonde by the arm. He could see the tears forming in her eyes. As he looked at her he saw her look in his direction.She knew he was there. He saw the man, who he figured was Jordan, come out of the car with Emma's purse. He saw him open it and pull out her cell phone. And put it in his pocket.
'Oh Emma. What did we get ourselves into?' He thought to himself.
Emma looked up at the man who would not let her go, and saw the anger in his eyes. "Come on. Now." He grumbled at her. He pulled her up the stairs by her arm. The one he had not let go of since they went down the stairs the first time.
Emma could feel the tears starting to run down her cheeks and tried to hide them. She had always been taught not to show fear. But she admitted it to herself. She was scared. More scared than she had ever been. Except for the first time she had met him. That had been scarier.
They came to a door and Jordan put the key in the lock and turned it. When the door opened Emma saw...