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Chapter Two

"J-Jack?" I stuttered, managing to contain my coughing fit. I regained my breath and inhaled deeply to calm my insides. I wanted ever so badly to drain the last of my tea but the shock at seeing my former boss standing in front of me held me back. "What're you… what are you doing here?"

Jack only smiled and slid down into the booth, opposite from me. He folded his hands in front of him on the table and looked at me, his eyes cold and hard. He wasn't wearing any of his piercings and his hair was a lot shorter than the last time I saw him. From the top up, he was wearing a black, v-neck shirt that suited his body well.

"Hello, slut." He said, using the name as if it was normal. I slightly flinch and he noticed, his smile widening a bit. He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms behind his head in a relaxed posture. "I could be asking you the same thing. I'm surprised your husband isn't with you," he said with disgust. "Nor your little body guards."

I stiffened, "They aren't my body guards." I said, even though they kind of were. And man, was I wishing they were here right now. The one time, the one time I leave without them, or even Christian, I find myself in a dangerous situation. My hand inched towards my phone, praying that a text message to Taylor would wake him up.

But before my hand could appear anywhere near my phone, Jack's hand shot out and kidnapped my phone, bringing it back to him. My eyes moved to his and narrowed at him. "Give me my phone, Jack." I demanded and held my hand out. I felt almost proud of myself. My hands were not shaking and I was keeping a straight head and strong tone. Almost like Christian in his CEO manner. I wasn't going to show any weakness, no matter how scared I was or how much of a threat Jack was. I knew he was dangerous, but I pushed that to the back of my mind, not wanting anything to bring my confidence down.

"I don't think so," he said and went back to leaning against the chair. He placed my phone on the seat right next to him, out of sight. "You see, Ana, I was wanting to talk to you. Alone. And if you were to call or text anyone, well, we wouldn't be alone, would we?"

"Maybe I don't want to be alone with you."

In response, he only smiled. "That's okay, we'll be alone in a few hours."

I frowned and my confidence was depleting a little. "What do you mean?" I asked and a hence of fear swept through me. I glanced around me in the diner and noticed that everyone was still minding their own business. Surprisingly the waitress never came back around. Oh, where was she? When Jack cleared his throat, my eyes flickered back to his.

"They can't help you," he said, almost reading my mind.

"I'll scream." I threatened.

He almost laughed and then leaned forward. I wanted to lean back, to get away from him but I stayed glued to my spot, fear keeping me in place. Our faces were mere inches apart from one another when he whispered, "Then I'll shoot you."

I could feel the cool metal pressed up against my leg. Even through the thin fabric of my sweat pants I could tell it was a gun. A gasp erupted through my parted lips. I could feel tears prickle at my eyes but somehow, I kept them back. "What do you want?" I whispered.

Jack leaned back, taking the gun with him. He propped one elbow up on the seat and leaned back, looking comfortable. He looked me dead in the eye and said, "Revenge."

"Revenge?" My mind was going a hundred miles an hour, trying to determine who he wanted revenge on. Maybe me, for making him lose his job and SIP, but for some reason, it didn't seem like that was the only reason.

"Yes, revenge." Jack said. "Sweet revenge that is going to be worth everything."

"Oh who?" I barely whispered. Maybe it wasn't me, but Christian.

As if reading my thoughts, he gave me a side smile and said, "Oh, I think you know. And he will be helpless."

My eyes widen and anger coursed through me, "You can't touch him." I practically hissed. "Whatever your plans are, nothing will work. You won't be able to get a hundred feet near him before Taylor shoots you."

With a soft chuckle that held no amusement, Jack looked at me. "That's where you come in, honey." He spat. "I may not be able to touch him, but you on the other hand, well, it'll be worth every second."

I felt the dread enter my body as I took in what he just said. But before I could say anything, he leaned forward and whispered, "Now, are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?" His eyes flickered to the window and my eyes followed. Parked on the side of the street was a black, beat up looking van that had seen better days.

My eyes met Jack's in the reflection and I could feel tears threatening to spill over. I swallowed a few times but my mouth had gone dry. My heart was racing in my chest as I tried to find a solution to get out of this. But what could I do against a gun? And seeing the look my former boss was giving me, I knew he would use it if necessary. And it wasn't just me I had to worry about; he could easily turn the gun and point it at someone else in the restaurant if I didn't comply. And then there is the baby.

I closed my eyes and the tears fell but I did nothing to wipe them away. "I'll go with you," I spoke barely above a whisper. My stomach tightened painfully as I tried to breath.

Jack smiled. "Excellent." He slid out of the booth and stood up, straightening his shirt and looked down at me. "Well, let's get this show on the road, shall we?" I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was smiling but it wasn't of joy or any happy emotion. Instead, his eyes scared me. They held a crazed look to them. When I make no move to get up, his look disappeared and one of anger and impatience appeared. He reached forward and grabbed my arm before yanking me out of the booth. A yelp escaped my lips. "Let's move it, bitch." He said.

I straightened into a standing position and pulled my arm back; rubbing the skin he had held. Slightly irritated and red, I figured a bruise was going to form. I reached over and grabbed my bag, pulling my wallet out and placing a couple of bills on the table to pay for my meal. As soon as I put my wallet back in my bag, Jack snatched my purse away from me. I opened my mouth to protest but his look silenced me.

"Where we're going, you won't need it." He said. I glare at him but kept my mouth shut. "Oh, and give me your hand."

I frowned. "Why?" I asked.

In response, he reached down and grabbed my left hand, jerking it upwards to his face in a painful manner. I winced but said nothing, slightly curious about what he was going to do. And what he did next had my blood boil.

"What're you doing?" I demanded and tried pulling my hand back to me. But I wasn't strong enough or fast enough as Jack slipped my wedding ring off of my ring finger. He threw my hand back in my direction and flung my ring on the table like it was nothing. He then reached into his pocket and dug out my phone, throwing it on the table next to where my wedding ring landed.

"You won't need those either." He said and then grabbed my wrist. He gave a yank to get me to move and then proceeded in dragging my out of the restaurant. I had no option but to follow before he literally dragged me out of the diner.

"Where are we going?" I huffed as I tried to keep up with his fast walk. I stumbled a few times but he kept going without stopping. We exit the diner and traveled across the street to where the black van was parked. He pulled me around back and without releasing my wrist, opened the back doors of the vehicle. Before I had time to peek inside, his grip on me tightened and he threw me inside the van. I yelped and braced myself to land on the cold, hard floor. But what I met was something different. I landed on something firm that had a bounce to it. And immediately I knew what it was.

Jack hopped into the car after me and closed the doors. He looked at me and smiled. "Even for a stupid bitch, you sure are beautiful." I stayed half laying, half crouching on the mattress, afraid that if I moved, he was going to hurt me. He took a few small steps and then dropped down to his knees in front of me. Before I knew what was coming, Jack's hand met my cheek.

"Ah!" From the force of the blow, my head was tossed to the side and I fell fully onto the mattress. My hand reached out and cupped my now stinging cheek and my eyes flickered to his.

"If you think that was bad," he said and shifted my body to where I was lying on my back. "Wait until later." He got on top of me and straddled me. He pulled something out of his pocket and when my eyes caught sight of it, they widened and I began to squirm to get out from under him.

"Hey," he growled out and his free hand immediately sought out both of my wrists, pinning them on the mattress above my head.

"Please, don't do this!" I cried out, fear pulsing through me. "I'll… I'll do anything. But please, Jack, don't do this." Tears slide down my cheeks and I continued to try to move my wrists, my body, anything. But he didn't budge. His strength and his weight combined were far more than I could handle.

Jack glared at me and pulled the object out of his pocket fully. "Oh, shut the fuck up." He said and then showed me what he brought out. "You'll do any and everything I say because you're a fucking whore, and whores deserve to be punished. Now, stop moving and maybe I'll be gentle with you." He folded the rag using his one hand and began to bring it to my mouth. From watching too many movies, I knew what was on the rag and I didn't want to test my judgement.

Despite his words, I continued to move, trying desperately to free myself. But nothing was working. The moment he brought the rag towards my face, I tried my hardest to move away; tilting my head this way and that. I didn't want to be unconscious and have Jack do god knows what to me. If he was going to do something, I wanted to be awake to know.

But after a couple of minutes, Jack got his way and managed to press the white cloth to my face, covering my mouth and nose. At first, I tried not to breath but when my lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen, I gave in and inhaled the chloroform from the rag. Tears continued to stream down my face and within seconds, black little dots appeared in my vision. My movements became sluggish and weak.

"That's better," Jack said as he watched me and weaker and weaker. "Don't worry, little Ana; I'll take great care of you and I won't let anything happen to you until you wake up." His grin was back in place and he licked his lips.

Before the darkness completely took over, I prayed out to anyone who was listening. Praying that Christian would save me. Praying that I would see him one last time and tell him, that no matter what, I love him and always will. The last image I had before I passed out was of my husband on our wedding day, seeing his happy and carefree face. Why couldn't it still be like that?

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