Chapter 9

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P.O.V of Cameron Morgan

"NO! NO! ZACH! ZACH! HELP! NO! DON'T TOUCH ME! NO!" I screamed. I saw Zach's eyes trail on me, he was knocked so hard he was out. They were taking me to a helicopter. I didn't even realize I was crying until I felt a drop land on my lips.

"Hold still," Catherine told me while she yanked my hair back. She was tying up my hands and legs and putting a piece of cloth to gag me.

"What are you doing?" Josh said in rage.

"She's a fighter Abrams, relax,"

"At least take the gag out of her mouth," and she did. I coughed loudly trying to make a point.

"Why did the CIA think Nabokov was you?" I asked.

"He helped. He is running from the Russian government and we offered to help him get a lead. So he broke into the CIA database and leaded you to me, just like destiny," Josh said. I could not believe my eyes. He was a complete different person. Maybe Catherine brain washed him, or he hit his head really hard. This could not be the real Josh Abrams.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I love you Cammie," Now that made no sense at all.

"If you love me like you say you do than why do all this?"

"Because there is no other way. If I didn't get rid of Zach and take you away, I would never be able to have you again," Now that is the most insane thing I ever heard. Anger was rushing through my veins. But what did he mean by get rid? He must have known what I was thinking because the next thing he said was, "Don't worry, he isn't dead. Catherine wouldn't allow that. Your friends have probably rescued him by now. But they will never be able to find you; it'll just be you and I."

I'm glad Zach is okay, but all this? I need to get out now. But I'm 10,000 feet in the air and I don't have a parachute. Anger was turning into pure fury. I did a deformed sprawl on top of Josh and started trying to claw his eyes out. The guard pulled me off him and strapped me to the seat. I looked down at my hand and stared at my engagement ring. I wanted Zach, that's all I wanted right now. I felt more tears roll down my face. Than a syringe went into my arm and I fell asleep.

When I woke up I was in an elegant room. It was quite large and it looked like it was from a lavish Victorian style home. The curtains were posh, the bed was humongous with a million pillows, there was an outfit picked out for me, and a note. I'm really getting tired of notes.

Wash up, get dressed, come down for dinner.

I might as well do as I was told. Once I took a hot shower, I dressed in the outfit that was picked out for me. It was a black pencil skirt with a plum scoop neck tank top with a small bow on the right shoulder. There were black ballet flats for me to wear also. I headed down the large staircase that guided me straight to the dining hall. Josh and Catherine were all ready seated.

"Hello Cameron dear," Said Catherine.

"Hi Cammie," Josh said with a big smile. I couldn't even look at him without wanting to attack him. I sat down where my name tag was.

"What's the point of this?" I asked with annoyance in my voice.

"Having dinner of course," Josh said. There was silence. "So do you like the house? Ms. Goode here picked it out for us," he continued.

"Us?" I asked.

"You need somewhere to live after the wedding of course darling. You don't think I actually would let you marry my own son," she said.

"What wedding?"

"The one for us," said Josh with another smile. For a second I saw him as the sweet Roseville boy I fell for seven years ago. But then I remembered what he did. That's why the feeling only last a second.

"I'm not marrying you!" I exclaimed.

"Oh yes you are marrying him,"

"No I'm not. You see this ring?" I said while I showed off my diamond ring Zach gave me. "It's from Zachary Goode, your son. He's the man I'm marrying not Josh!" I left the table in frenzy. I sprinted to the balcony that over looked the gardens. I needed air. Once I got there, the fresh October air greeted me. We definitely weren't in Iceland anymore.

"You said she would fall in love with me again," Josh said to Catherine under the balcony.

"She will, just give it time,"

"I'm in freaking Milan! My family thinks I'm dead! If she doesn't come around in the next few days, I'm out,"

"It won't matter; I just need her away from my son! She's changed him! He arrested me, him! My own son! Ever since he started falling for that trash he's turned against me even more! I want her out of his life, and that's why you will stay here with her and live happily ever after," So it wasn't Josh's idea to kidnap me. That makes me feel a little better.

"Besides, where are you going to go? You can't go back to America because the CIA will charge you with holding a hostage and hacking into their database. And you have no money. So I would stay here if I were you," she said and I heard her devil heels clink away. I ran to my room. This had to be one of my nightmares. I was dreaming. Zach would wake me up and we would be in our apartment. He would tell me it was just a dream. We will lay back down and it'll all just be a dream, right? Because this cannot be real. I pinch myself. It hurts. This is real. I run to the bathroom. I see a girl in the mirror. Her eyes are red from crying. The girl is me. I yell a grunt as if I was a spoiled brat not getting what she wants. I run the shower, it freezing cold. I put my body under the water and just cry. Right now all I can do is cry. Cry, cry, cry is all I can do. I look at me ring. At least I know Zach is trying to look for me right now.

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