Clara wakes up with her head curled on Aiden's bare chest. She smiles, thinking about last night. Aiden was gentle yet rough at the same time. It was amazing. Aiden was much different than the guys she had been with in the past. In fact, he was better.
Way better.
The way he made her feel was unexplainable. He was definitely more experienced than she thought he would be. Aiden made her forget about all of her stresses she was dealing with. He gave her a night to remember.
Her smile grew even wider as she gazes up at Aiden, who was still sleeping peacefully. Clara had never seen him so at ease. Clara could hear him quietly snoring, but she didn't mind. She laid there for a few minutes savoring the moment with him while she listened to his heartbeat.
Clara remembered the compliments Aiden had given her last night. The way he looked at her made her heart melt. It was like he was admiring every little thing about her and it made Clara feel special.
Maybe she should do something special for him. She could make him breakfast just like he did for her, but she'd have to go to the store which means she was out in the open. However, the store was right across the street. She could pick up something real quick and head back.
Not wanting to wake the sleeping fox, she sneaks out of his hold and gently climbs out of bed. She finds her clothes scattered across the floor and throws them on before heading to the bathroom connected to the bedroom. She finds herself looking in the mirror and she spots a hickey on her neck. Clara grins while running her fingers along his love bite.
She triee to cover it with her shirt but fails to do so. "Fuck it," Clara thought to herself.
After using the bathroom, Clara slips on a pair of boots and packs a gun with her just in case before heading out. She made it to the store and picked out a carton of eggs, sausage, bread, and milk. She wanted to get as little as possible because she didn't want to spend too much time in the grocery store.
After paying for everything, she leaves the store while carrying both bags in her hands. As she was walking, she could sense someone was watching her. Was she being paranoid? Clara felt her gun in her pocket and she knew what to do if she was attacked.
She reaches the hotel and was about to go inside until her vision was suddenly blocked by what seemee to be a black bag being wrapped around her head. Clara instantly drops the bags and attempts to shoot the person, but misses.
The abductor snatches the gun out of her hand and she tried headbutting the kidnapper, but they were too far back.
"Get her in the car!" She hears a man's voice shout.
An arm wrapped around her stomach as she was now being dragged backwards. She was then picked up and tossed inside a trunk. Her head banged into the hard surface and she fell into darkness.
Aiden woke up and rapidly blinked a few times before fully opening his eyes. Recalling the events from last night, he noticed that Clara was no longer in bed with him. He sat up, giving his arms a good stretch before getting himself out of bed.
He saw his clothes scattered across the floor; however, he didn't see Clara's. He was guessing she was in the living room or the kitchen. He slips on a pair of jeans and his white sweater before heading out to the living room.
Aiden searches for Clara, but she was no where to be seen. He returns to the bedroom and looks around before something catches his eye. There was a small notepad on the floor with a purple lead pencil sticking oit of it.
Aiden raises an eyebrow as he goes over to pick it up the notepad. He opens it and takes out the pencil before reading.
"Journal #1: My name is Clara Lille and I should start this off by saying that I'm still recovering from two gunshots wounds from six months ago."
He never knew Clara wrote journals. His curiosity got the better of him and he began to read her journal entries. He grew more and more concerned as he flipped the pages. Clara had gotten herself involved into some kind of business called the Black Dragon and her father convinced her to get into it.
As he read even deeper, he discovered even more shocking things. She had gotten arrested but managee to escape prison. Then she had witnessed a little girl dying right in front of her and the father of that girl had shot himself.
After that, she had told her father she was quitting the Black Dragon and that's how she ended up here with him. The rest of the journals went on to talk about how she would be able to tell Aiden all of this.
Well she didn't have to worry about that anymore.
He should have been pissed at her just because she had been hiding things from him again, but he could almost understand why she didn't tell him about it. Just by the way Clara had written her words in the journal made it seem like it was hard for her to talk about. She planned on telling him later on.
He needed to have a talk with her, but she wasn't anywhere to be found. He dialed her number on his cell and waited impatiently for her to answer. After about four rings, he finally got an answer, but it wasn't Clara's voice.
"Aiden Pearce," a man's voice answered, "It's about time we grabbed a hold of you. We have your girlfriend, but don't worry. We're taking very good care of her."
Worry quickly overwhelmed Aiden. Were they fixers?
"All you have to do is follow our instructions we'll have for you later on. We'll be in touch."
Before Aiden could reply, the call ended. Aiden clenched his fist while tightening his grip on his phone. What did they do with her? Aiden feared they might kill her. Did this have something to do with what she was involved in or were they just fixers?
He needed to know where she was and he wasn't going to sit around and wait for the next call. He tries to trace where Clara was, but they kept bouncing their signal around different locations.
Aiden grew frustrated. He would need to find someone with better skills than his in order to find Clara. Suddenly an idea popped in his head. He found his number and instantly called him.
"Aiden?" His surly sounded voice answered.
"T-bone, I need your help."