A/N: Sorry about the delay. First Kendall started fighting with me. Then I ended up ill with some silly sinus thing. Also in the process of switching uni's and degree programs. Also sewing like there is no tomorrow for a craft even coming up. Trying to make a business out of my sewing. Will probably write more as my daughter's dance team practices start up. Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, not really the length I wanted to post. But at the same time wanted to get something out there. Side note, I added like 2 lines to end of chapter three. Thanks again for all the support.
"Hungry?" Adam said from the doorway, a McDondald's bag in his hand. "It's not much, but figured a little taste of home."
Kendall stared at the bag in his captor's hand. Though he was hungry, he didn't want the proffered food. He didn't want anything from Adam, unless it was to be released back to his family.
"Why?" Kendall blurted out, anger coursing through him. Adam raised an eyebrow at him in question of the outburst. "Why not just take the backpack and leave me at the hotel or in the alley? How is sending a false ransom demand to my family while auctioning me off distracting anyone?! If you're really MI6, then someone somewhere knows that you've turned and what you're doing. They may not know where we are yet, but they will."
"You're probably right," he said, stepping further into the room and dropping the bag of fast food on to the bed at Kendall's feet. "But I don't care. I could have killed you in that alley. I could triple my profits. Collect the ransom from your family, collect off selling you and collect from the device I'm selling. I could do a lot of things. In the end, Kendall, I will do what benefits me the most. If it's killing you and only collecting the ransom plus what I'm asking for the device, then it's that. Quite frankly, selling you will net me more than the ransom. Your record company will never pay. Your mother does not have what I asked. Your age, along with your looks are what the buyers want. Any they are bidding almost thrice what I ransomed you for."
Kendall stared at Adam for a long moment, allowing the man's words to sink in. He wasn't a bargaining chip. He wasn't even worth what Adam could get for him wherever it was he was listed for sale. He was just the possibility of an extra payday. If any part of his ransom or sale went bad, Kendall had no doubt that Adam would kill him.
Fear and anger mixed inside him as he stared his captor down. He didn't want any part of Adam's plans for him, he just wanted to go home. Or at least back to the hotel with his mom, Katie and the guys. His green eyes flicked from the imposing form of Adam all but crowding into his space on the bed and the still open door. He knew the move would not go unnoticed.
Adam let out a chuckle, low in his throat, shaking his head lightly as he turned to look at the open door. Using the distraction to his advantage, Kendall shifted his position on the bed as subtly as he could.
"You're not leaving here, Kendall," he said, turning his attention back to the teen. "At least, not until I let you out."
"I'm feeling like a little test," Kendall said, launching himself at the rogue MI6 agent. His fist connected solidly with the man's jaw, dazing the man slightly. Ignoring the pain blossoming in his knuckles, Kendall landed as many punches as his sore hand could manage before bolting for the door.