There's no way out now. Tom thought as the Suburban made its way through the rain soaked streets and alley ways toward a small weather-worn warehouse. Why me? He couldn't help but think that. It seemed that every time Trent left or worked a case, someone would come looking for a person close to him to use as leverage against him. Maybe Trent needed a new occupation. Or maybe he just needed to pick a college far away from Dallas and his family. He didn't hate his family or Trent, he just hated that there was always someone out there wanting to get a piece of Trent through him. Sinking back into the leather seat Tom watched the rain splatter against the windshield in large droplets. It doesn't matter how far away I move or run there will always be someone there trying to use me against my brother. He thought trying to figure out how to escape from his captors. The three tries at the house weren't enough, he was still a captive. He couldn't let them use him against Trent, not this time. He stared hard at the back of the passenger seat. Tom could feel the smug smile planted on Jon=s thin lips as Andy pulled the Suburban into the open doors of the warehouse.
"That wasn't so bad," Jon turned slightly in his seat, the leather making soft noises of discomfort as he moved, "now was it?"
He wanted to be quippy or flippant with the smaller man but it would've been of no use, not with no way out of the situation. It burned him that instead of saying anything or even hitting the smug little man all he did was sit tall in the leather of the seat and stare hard at him. He really wanted to rip the smug smile from Jon's face and shove it up the man's ass. The thought brought a smile to his own lips.
"Still thinking that you're gonna get away?" Jon turned more in the seat.
"No," Tom whispered, a smile still planted firmly on his lips. "More like kicking your ass."
A playful look crossed the small ugly features of Jon's face as he toyed with the idea of Tom kicking his ass. Though the small man had no doubts that if his young captive were to get free he would indeed attempt to fight him, Jon intended to make sure that never happened. Not that he didn't want to fight the young man and what the was really made of, now just wasn't the right time for that. Turning back in his seat Jon got out of the Suburban. "Put him upstairs."
Harshly seizing Tom's wrist, Michael dragged the young man behind him as he exited the large SUV. Fighting the urge to cry out against the pain the larger man was inflicting on him, Tom did his best to keep up with Michael, as the larger man pulled him swiftly up a well used metal stair case. Gritting his teeth the entire way up the staircase and through newer offices to the more run down area that once housed offices and was also used to hold smaller packages for storage, Tom made a mental map of the path Michael had used and studied how he could get away. Michael sneered at Tome as he came to stop outside a narrow door. As Michael opened the narrow steel door, that looked as though it were fairly new, Tom could see why the man was sneering at him; there were no real windows in the room, just some well placed boards. In the center of the far wall there was one undersized windowed that was covered in thin one by one pieces, allowing only a minuscule amount of light through the tiny cracks in the wood.
"Always give your guests the deluxe suite?" Tom quipped
**Sorry that this chapter is so short. I ended up not having as much time to make it longer as I wanted, so I decided to post what I have. I'm hoping that I can get more work done on it this week, but I've been a bit under the weather lately with morning sickness. I'm expecting my first child early next yr. And I'm trying to get as many wips done before then. Please bear with me. Thanks for all the + feedback.**
