** Max POV **
It's been too long for y/n to not be here yet. I'm getting worried now, I'll just have to phone Charles and tell him...

M: "Hey mate. Is y/n there with you?"
C: "No, she left a while ago. Why?"
M: "She was coming to me. She still hasn't arrived and I'm worried now."
C: "Shit, seriously? It's not supposed to take this long. I'm going to go look for her."
M: "Okay, let me know if you get anything."

*end Max POV*

Charles went out and down the road to look for y/n, when he turned the corner where he last saw her walk off to he saw a phone on the floor. He picked it up and recognized it as y/n's. Immediately he messaged Max:

~ I found her phone on the sidewalk. Cant see her anywhere.
~ Dammit! Wait there! I'm coming.

Meanwhile...

Y/n woke up, her head spinning as she struggled to sit up.
"Where am I?"
M: "Relax, here's water and medicine for your head. You're in my hotel room."
Y/n: "Marc? Of course! Why am I here? What did you do to me?"
M: "I did what I had to, to get you to come listen to me."

Y/n: "People will look for me!"
M: "Who? Charles? Yeah right, Jess has him pretty occupied. And those other guys, well they're just as busy with other things."
Y/n: "Jess? How do you-?"
M: "It's all over the news. You poor soul."
Y/n: "What do want Marc?"
M: "You! Damn, y/n is that so hard to understand? Everything I do, I've done, is for you. Why won't you just love me back?"
Y/n: "I couldn't, you had no faith in me, and I love someone el-"
M: "You sure you want to finish that sentence? If I'm not mistaken you were running away from your so called love."
Y/n: "I just- I don't- Leave me alone Marc, please... it's enough, you've hurt me enough. I'm tired of it."

Y/n couldn't help but break down, letting out small sobs. Was it true? Was nobody going to look for her? It can't be, Max knew she was coming to him...

M: "Okay love, I don't want to hurt you again. I never wanted to, I just need you to cooperate. Come home to us, please."
Y/n: "I- I am home! Monaco is my new home Marc, I have a career, a life! And speaking of, I have a show tomorrow so you best let me go otherwise you're paying my bills!"
M: "Y/n, I love you! Why can't you get that! The jig is up, you proved you can do it so come home now."
Y/n: "All this to get me home? All this to tell me you f** love me? F* you! I'm leaving."

Y/n got up but as she got to the door Marc pinned her hard against it and whispered in her ear as he held his hand tight around her neck, leaving purple fingerprints around it;
"Don't make me do this y/n..."