Twisted Deceptions -25

Melony was sobbing after her talk with Chris. Now her kidnapper or one of his henchmen was leading her back to her room. It was hard for her to tell who was who, since they all dressed in black and wore ski masks. They were extra careful to conceal their identity. But easily she could tell that there were at least three different men. All of their body types were different especially in height. And it would seem that the tallest of the three was the boss. But she really had no way of being sure; it was just an estimated guess. The door to her room came into sight and she panicked at the thought of being locked back up away from the world.

Instincts and adrenaline kicked in. She spun on her heels and stomped the guy's foot and kicked him in the shin. He went down and she took off running. Behind her she could hear him cursing and she sped up but before she could make it out of what looked like a dining room she was caught around the waist and lifted off the floor.

"That's real clever. Do you really think you ought to be acting like that considering your situation?"

She struggled against him and managed to bite down on his arm. He let out a yelp but kept his arm closed around her. "I don't want to hurt you but you're making it pretty hard not too."

"Let me go! Put me down!"

"Sorry can't do that." His hand closed over her mouth. "You know, you really are one tough lady." He chuckled.

A cold chill ran through her. That voice. Mel was sure she'd heard it before. Her mind raced and suddenly she couldn't wait to get back to her room.

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Once she was safely inside the confines of her personal prison, she lie across the bed and let go of the unshed tears. Some how she ended up crying herself to sleep and when she woke she replayed the events of earlier in her mind, trying to place that voice. She could hear it so plainly in her head, but she couldn't place it with the owner. She just couldn't think. She couldn't shake the overwhelming feeling that the answer was so close. Mel paced the floor and went over the events of that day leading up to her kidnapping. She hadn't noticed anyone following her. There was her encounter with Brock, but she didn't think he would have her kidnapped and even if he did, he would have made himself known by now. She paced back and forth, her mind racing. It had to be someone they knew because he was waiting got her in the bedroom. It was coming back to her now. She had just gotten the aspirin for Jericho and walked into the bedroom when a hand clasped over her mouth. And that was the last thing she remembered. How could someone get into her house unnoticed by all their guests, unless it was someone they knew. But who?

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Chris finished up the transfer of the money, two million dollars into a bank account in Amsterdam. He checked the clock, it was only four p.m. He wouldn't hear from the kidnappers until after ten p.m. cursing under his breath he walked into the kitchen where Molly was sitting at the table drinking yet another cup of coffee. Lately all he could do was watch and admire the people that he and Mel had surrounded themselves with.

"Did you get it transferred?" Molly asked as she looked up from her book.

Chris took a seat at the table and nodded. "Yeah. I'm guessing I won't hear from them until after ten though." He poured a cup of coffee and took a sip deciding it wasn't exactly what he wanted; he got up and grabbed a beer before settling back at the table. "What are you reading?"

Molly smiled and turned the page. "It's the bible Chris."

He couldn't help but laugh. "I know that. I mean what verse?"

"The Lords prayer."

Chris nodded. "Does it give you any comfort?"

"Some. But I really don't know what else to do. So I pray and read the bible. I just want Mel back here with us."

Chris was quiet as he drank his beer then he looked at Molly, his eyes watering. "Will you help me pray? I don't know what else to do for her Molly. I'm lost."

His outreach brought tears to her own eyes and she took his hand in hers and led him in a prayer asking for the safe return of his wife and her best friend. By the end they were both in near sobs yet calmness came over Chris. And for the first time he felt like he could maybe get some sleep. As he walked up the stairs he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, was Mel able to sleep? Was she eating? He collapsed onto the bed and before he could think about it anymore he was asleep.