“No one is gonna save you. Do you honestly think someone cares about you? You have been missing for over six days, I don’t think they miss you. I thought you had a brother, what was his name? Joshua, Jason, Jacob, no it is Jackson. That’s right, although he goes by Jax if I remember correctly. Where exactly does he think you are.” Nic demanded.
Nic can demand all he wants to but Katie had been hanging by her hands for a little over five days. Katie was almost certain she was never gonna leave this place. That blood was never going to run back to her hands. At least this is what is going through her brain at the moment.
Granted she has been awake for over one hundred and forty-four hours, but hey she was the only one counting? …show more content…
She felt as if her insides were on fire and the room was slowly collapsing in. She started hyperventilating. Katie knew she had to distract herself, for if she would go back to sleep it would not end well. So she started her journey through her new house.
This was not just a normal house. It was a cartel house and she had only been here for about twenty-four hours. Katie, along with her brother, Jackson now belonged to the Shadows cartel. This was not the first cartel she belonged too. She knew what the life entailed and loved the thrill of it.
Jackson and Katie were originally from Chicago, Illinois. Even though, the both of them grew up in Paradise Shores. The both of them were used to the big city. Now they lived in their hometown called Paradise Shores. The bright side is it was near the water. Jackson loved the idea of being home again. Although Katie did not particularly like the beach, change of scenery was nice. Historic homes lined the streets and it had a huge town …show more content…
Katie knew where Jackson’s room was, but that was about it. She was hoping something or someone could be of use. At this time of the night, it seemed as if everyone was asleep. No one was in the hallway, so she kept moving.
As she walked through this unfamiliar house, she heard voices. Being in a new place, Katie followed these voices until she ended up in what most people would consider a living room.
The color palate was a lighter blue with a hint of gray. The room itself looked inviting, so she walked closer. It had the normal gray sectional along the wall and the big eighty-eight-inch flat screen television on the fireplace. The room had about four lamps that had these exotic designs. It looked normal, except these two big men standing in the middle of the room.
They were talking unquestionably discreetly about something important. One had his arms crossed tightly and looked angry at what the other was saying. The one that seemed mad was tall, even compared to the other dude. He had jet black hair and broad shoulders. Anyone could see that he constantly worked out most days. Katie figured this man was Tyler, the leader of the