David drove us to the hospital the next morning to check up on my brothers. Ken was awake and I wanted to see with my own eyes and be assured that he was okay. Five minutes into the drive, still pretty close to the estate we heard a loud explosion that had me screaming bloody murder. The car started swerving and David tried to control it while I just screamed my lungs out the whole time. I was so scared about what was going to happen. So this is what the boys had felt before they crashed. My life wasn't flashing before my eyes like people said it happened before you died. My eyes were shut as I held onto the seat for dear life. I could hear my own heartbeat and my blood was rushing through my body. We were going to die. I was going to die.

"Tiny stop screaming and open your eyes." David's voice came through the mental images I was having about all the ways we could die.

"Mmh." I hummed in response.

"Open your eyes." He demanded and a little more forcefully.

I peeked one eye open and then the other looking around skeptically. We had stopped at the side of the road and David was calmly sitting on the driver's side looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"What just happened?" I breathed out wondering if I was dreaming or just going crazy.

"A tire burst."He informed me removing his seatbelt.

"Oh."I replied lamely feeling like a fool for over reacting.

I was allowed to over react with everything that had been happening to us the past few weeks.

"Don't worry we're okay. I'll fix it in a few minutes." He informed me getting out of the car and I just there trying to calm by crazy heartbeat.

I was going to be traumatized by everything that was going on around me for some time. After all this was done and Derek was behind bars I was going to take a much needed vacation with David of course. I turned to look at him the through the window and the thought of us dying or one of us leaving the other behind made my heart hurt. I got out of the car straightening the shirt dress I was wearing. The sun was already shining bright but it felt good on my skin since it wasn't that hot.

David had shed off the shirt he was wearing leaving him in a black tank top that outlined all his muscles. I watched him take out the spare tire and all the tools that he needed from the trunk. He then proceeded to unscrew the burst tire. His muscles clenched and rippled with each movement making me cross my legs. If I was dog, I would probably be painting and drooling all over him. The impure thoughts running through my mind should have been restricted for the bedroom alone and not for the roadside.

"If anyone saw you right now they'd think I don't satisfy you in bed."David chuckled.

"Or they would think that my man is smoking hot."I countered still staring at him.

He was all mine so I could look as much as I wanted without an ounce of guilt.

"Just be glad we need to go see your brothers or you whining about being sore would not save you this time around." He said and I almost choked on my own tongue from the hungry look he was giving me.

"There's always the back seat."I suggested biting my lip.

"With my build it'd be a tight squeeze and the windows aren't tinted." He reasoned and I frowned.

The road didn't have any cars or people passing by but he was right, it was still risky. I was feeling a little adventurous but that would have to wait until we got back from the hospital.

David straightened out from his crouched position and stood in front of me, pinning me with his body to the side of the car. He leaned in and captured my lips with his in a hot sensual kiss that had me drawing maps on the tarmac with my foot. When we pulled apart I bit my lip with a wanton look in my eyes. David's face wasn't any different from mine.

"Later I promise." He said kissing my forehead.

"I love you." I whispered kissing his neck feeling the urge to let him know that.

"I love you more."He replied.

We shared a brief hug that was cut short by my phone ringing in the car. We pulled apart and David went back to replacing the tire while I sat inside the car my legs dangling outside as I picked the call from an unknown number. I had replaced my sim card after Derek got ahold of my new number. I received the call knowing that only a few select people had it and I probably just hadn't saved their number.

"Hello." I said once the call connected.

"Say Goodbye." A menacing voice whispered into ear.

Before I could ask who it was I heard a heavy thud and I quickly got out of the car. The sight in front of me made my blood run cold. David was lying in the tarmac with blood oozing out of an open wound at the back of his head. Two thugs were hovering over him one of them holding a car jack, probably the one they had used to hit David with.

Before I could run to him I was pulled back by muscular arms. One hand clamped over my mouth to stop me from screaming and the other over my waist to stop me from moving. I watched as they picked him up and dragged him to the van parked a few meters behind ours and tossing him in the back like a sack of potatoes. I struggled against the man holding me but he was too strong for me. What were they going to do with him or me? They better not hurt a hair on his head or I was going to kill all of them. But they had already hurt him. That thought had me struggling even harder. I leaned my head forward before bringing it back with a huge force until I heard a painful crack. I had broken the man's nose and he let go off me. I thanked George in my head for self defense lessons.

Ignoring the slight dizziness I ran towards David yelling his name. Before I could get to him I was yanked back violently by my hair and I fell on my back knocking the air out of me. The guy who had pulled me back took that opportunity to loom over me and press his booted leg to my chest. It became hard to breath and no matter how much I kicked and tried to push his foot away it didn't budge. He smirked menacingly before picking up there car jack his friend had left behind.

"Derek says hello." He spat at me before swinging the heavy metal and hitting me on the head rendering me unconscious.

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When I came to a few hours later I was lying on soft sheets. I moved my head slightly and felt a sharp pain bolt through my entire body making me moan in pain. After it faded I opened my eyes and my gaze met the familiar ceiling of my bedroom at my grandfather's estate. I sat up slowly so as not to suffer too much pain and leaned back on the headboard.

I looked at the clothes I was wearing and I realized that I was wearing a different dress than the one I had on earlier. That's when everything that happened earlier came flooding back. David?! What happened to him? Before I could start freaking out I realized that I was safe then it meant that he was too.

There was no one in the room with me though. What time was it and how long had I been out? I touched my forehead and felt the gauze wrapped around it. There was a bump where I had been hit. My head was buzzing and the sharp pain wouldn't let up.

The door opened and George walked in. He was surprised to see me awake and quickly rushed to my side pulling me in for a hug. The movement stirred more pain but I rode it out so as not to alarm him.

"You had me worried sick. How are you feeling?" He asked when he pulled away giving me a once over.

"Like I was hit on the head by a car jack." I replied and he winced.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you. It was my one job and I failed at it." He apologized looking sad.

"Don't say sorry George. You were out there protecting me in other ways." I comforted him.

"But...." He started to argue and I cut him off.

"No but George. I'm okay now and that's all that matters." I assured him and he nodded.

I was feeling anxious and worried about David since the last time I saw him he was bleeding, unconscious and being dragged into a kidnappers van.

"George where is David?" I asked and its as if a switch had been flipped because George froze on his spot.

Was he hurt? In acoma?

George just say there looking at me with an alarmed look on his face. I needed answers and he wasn't giving me any.

"George what is it? You're scaring me." I asked alarmed.

He huffed as if resigning to his fate before replying my question.

"He went missing the same day you were found lying at the gate covered in blood."He said with a sad look.

After hearing that I went pale and everything around me disappeared. David was missing? My David wasn't here? Where had they taken him? I needed to see him.

I could hear someone calling out to me but I was lost in my own head. Images of the last time I had seen him came rushing back. His face was covered in his own blood as some had dripped onto his neck and chest. They had dragged him away from me and I had been too weak to help. My David was gone.

"Anisha snap out of it!" A voice yelled bringing me back to reality.

I looked at George through blurry tears as he shook me back to the real world.

"Where's David?" I choked out not realizing that I had started crying.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart but we haven't been able to locate him." George apologized and those words unlocked a demon in me.

I tossed the covers off me and jumped out of bed. That had been a terrible idea because I was hit by another bout of dizziness as the headache I was suffering from increased ten fold. I gritted my teeth and stabilized myself.

"Where are you going?" George asked me from the other side of the bed.

"To find David." I replied as if it was the most obvious thing.

"You can't do that Anisha."He reasoned.

"Why? You're clearly not doing anything." I lashed out looking at him dead in the eyes with an accusing gaze.

"I have goddammit, I have. What do you think I have been doing the last two days? I have barely slept..."

"He's been gone two whole days." I yelled.

Why was he only telling me this now? Two days David was gone and nobody had any news. Pathetic losers. I was going to find him myself then, I decided putting on a pair of flip flops and you walking towards the door in determined strides.

George beat me to the door and blocked my path. I tried pushing past him but he wouldn't budge. That was to be expected considering he was heavier than me and well trained. I was just wearing myself out but I didn't care as long as I got to leave and find David.

"George get out of my way."I requested giving up the use of force since it wasn't working and decided to use my words instead.

"No. You are going back to bed, getting some rest and letting me handle this." He replied.

"What?!Like you have been handling it the past two days." I spat and its like I physically hit him because he flinched.

I knew that I had hurt him but the pain I was feeling wouldn't let me apologize.

George was one of the hardest working people I had ever met. He goofed around a lot but it never got in the middle of his work. I knew he was doing the best that he could but the fact that David wasn't next to me overpowered that logic.

I thought he would move aside after I had practically insulted him to his face but he stood his ground.

"I know you're hurting right now so I will let that slide. I am doing everything in my power to find David. Your grandpa has the entire city police combing every building in the city, door to door looking for him. There is nothing you can do that hasn't been done except get back into bed and get some rest. We can't be worrying about two people, you need to take care of yourself. What would David do if you got hurt blindly looking for him?" He asked.

The mention of David had me feeling sad all over again as the anger disappeared replaced by a feeling of fear and despair. George saw the tears before they fell and pulled me in for a hug. I wrapped my hands around him and sobbed my heart out on his chest.

"It's okay sweetheart. I'm here." He consoled petting my hair.

After I had calmed down enough, George led me back to bed and covered me in my blankets.

"I'll go get you something to eat and inform everyone else that you're awake." He whispered kissing my forehead and leaving the room.

I grabbed David pillow and took a deep breath of his scent hugging it to me.

"Please come back to me safe." I begged crying into his pillow.

Images of David bound and gagged kept invading my thoughts making me cry harder. They were only making my headache worse so I distracted myself with our happy memories like how it felt hearing him say that he loved me. Our good memories would keep me company until he came back and held me in his arms. I would never let him go ever again.

I drifted off soon after exhaustion catching up to me because of my scuffle with George.

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