against concrete, sent
chills up my spine. My voice wanted to scream out for my brother,
but it was stuck deep in my chest, I was terrified.
As the truck finally landed on it's roof I let
out a groan of pain as I felt a warm liquid oozing from my head
down my cheek. "Lonso." I grumbled turning my head to the side to
see if my brother was all right. I unbuckled my seat belt to lean
forward and get closer to inspect his injuries.
Lonso lay there unconscious, but still
breathing. I reached my hand up to shake his shoulder slightly
afraid of inflicting anymore harm on him. I didn't receive any form
of a response. Instantly, I mind-linked Rico and
Tristan , 'We've just been in an accident
at the intersection of Calle Mayor and Calle del Correo, please
come quick Lonso's hurt.'
'Lise, baby are you
ok?' Tristan's voice responded immediately. 'We're coming right now hold on.' Rico's voice chimed in. The black ice must have worn off by
now, but I still didn't understand what the point was in giving it
to us in the club. What's that suppose to prove?
I could hear as well as see several sets of feet
approaching my side of the car as the door was yanked open
suddenly. Being manhandled I was practically yanked from inside the
car as a huge scary looking man held my arms behind me. Standing in
front of me was none other than my father's wife Maria. She had an
evil snarl on her lips as she stared at me with disgust. What the
hell is going on here? I know she doesn't like me with the death
glares she would always give me, but does she hate me enough to
kill me?
Marco got out of another SUV that pulled up
alongside our accident scene and stood beside Maria. So these two
are working together, but why? "Get her out of my sight son, before
she warns them. Make sure you drug her up enough to keep her
quiet!" Her evil voice bellowed echoing through the empty
streets.
Son, why in the hell is she calling him son?
Marco made the big scary guy let go of me and he took me into his
arms gently. I was too weak and injured to fight against them as
they injected a needle full of black ice into my veins. The effects
were almost instant. "Told you I'd be coming for you soon Princesa,
didn't I?" Marco smiled happily. OMG he's demented!
'I'm being taken by Marco and Maria is a part of
this....I love you Tristan.' Was the last form of communication I
got out before everything went black and I succumbed to the
darkness....
Chapter 5: Captivity
Lise's POV
Waking up from a horrible nightmare, my
head felt foggy like it weighed a thousand pounds. I tried to
stretch my arms up above my head and arched my back on the comfy
mattress, but I couldn't lift a muscle. The only thought in my mind
was, 'I hope I got so drunk I imagined
everything that happened.'
Opening my heavy eyes and taking in the
unfamiliar surroundings, I came to the sad realization that the
nightmare was indeed reality as everything came rushing back to me.
"You're finally awake." Marco's voice came from somewhere to the
far right. "I was beginning to worry, thinking we injected you with
too much black ice."
My arms and legs felt like they were made of
pure steel, weighing me down to the bed. That's probably the reason
why I wasn't tied down. I didn't even have the energy to move let
alone try to escape by running or attempting to shift to my wolf. I
prayed Tristan heard me before our mind link was severed by the
black ice.
"You've been asleep for two days Princesa, I'm
sure you're hungry?" Marco's voice began travelling closer as he
appeared, coming to a standstill right next to the bed. His clothes
and hair looked disheveled appearing as though he was stressed.
Why on earth would he be stressing? Maybe due to
the fact that I'm pretty sure the entire Manzanares pack along with
Tristan and the guys were looking for him? Two days, wouldn't they
have found me by now; unless of course, we weren't on Marco's
territory anymore?
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