Gage's POV:
"No need to worry Gage, the boys got her and she's waiting in the basement," Alex tells me over the phone. I sigh in relief, happy knowing one thing is going right in my life.
Right now I'm sitting in the waiting room of the hospital with my mom. Dad is at home with Jenna, my younger sister. She freaks out at hospitals, so it's best she stays home. My mom holding my hand tightly and I know she is freaking out.
"I'm here momma," I tell her, tucking my phone in my pocket.
"I just want him to be okay " Mom whispers and wipes her cheeks.
"He's a Cutler," I smile at mom. "He is strong, he's a fighter."
"It's just been a tiring few weeks," mom says with a small yawn.
"Rest, I'll wake you when the doctor comes," I tell her. She lazily nods before she closes her eyes.
A few hours passed and Alex is keeping me updated on everything happening back at the base. She is still asleep, but they've restrained her so she can't run when she wakes. Oh I can't wait to see her again. She's going to regret ever being born after she deals with me.
Just then a doctor walks into the waiting room and announces, "Vincent Cutler."
I shake my mom awake and she instantly sits up, eyes wide. I motion towards the doctor and she hurries towards him. The doctor and my mom talk briefly. The doctor is giving her a smile, and it looks to be a joyful one, and I can tell my mom is crying. So my guess is the surgery went well. I know nothing about anything medical, so it's pointless for the doctor to explain it to me using terminology that I don't understand. All I know is my younger brother is having heart troubles because of her.
Mom is now walking towards me with a bright smile on her face, and she also has tears staining her cheeks. I stand up when she's closer and she wraps her arms around me in a tight hug.
"He's going to be okay. My little Vince is okay," she mutters and I hug her tightly. "They were able to get him a heart transplant." My eyes widen at the words and I pull away from the hug. "He was having bad heart palpitations before surgery, so the doctors took him back for surgery. They realized if he didn't get a transplant soon, he'd die. Luckily they were able to get one from another hospital. Now your brother is healing."
"That's amazing mom," I smile and she grabs my hand.
"I'm so incredibly grateful," mom smiles. "You go back to work. I'll be fine here, I promise. I'll call you if I need anything."
"Mom-"
"No arguing. Go," she says sternly, pushing me towards the exit. I chuckle at her before I say goodbye and head towards the base. Let the games begin.
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Ashlynn's POV:
When I start to wake up everything is dark. I feel my eyelashes rub against something and I can only assume it's a blindfold. What the hell? I've definitely been kidnapped, and now I'm definitely going to die. I can feels my eyes start to water and I try to scream out, but that's when I realize I can't. There's a piece of cloth in my mouth and wrapped around my head, so these people gagged me too. I start to gain my senses back and realize my hands are tied behind my back and my legs are tied against something, which I'm assuming is the chair I'm sitting in. The rope is rough against my skin, and then I realize how cold I actually am. I know I'm still in the lingerie set that I worked in tonight.
Wait, I don't know how long I've been unconscious, it could be hours or days. This time, I actually start to cry. Why me? Are these people human traffickers? Am I being sold to some man who wants me as a sex slave? Or am I going to be a prostitute for some pimp? I just want to go back home! I don't know why these people stole me from my work, there's literally thirty girls who work there each night, yet the chose the most average looking one.
I start to tug at the ropes that are restraining me, but it's no use. I feel my ankles and wrists getting burned by the rough material. The gag in my mouth is making my sobs sound choked. I try to scream for help, but the gag muffles any noise I make.
I jump when I hear a loud thud. I'm guessing it was the door, but I have no idea. I hear feet walking towards me and I try to get away, but the chair only scoots back slightly, and it tips over. Pain shoots through my back as the chair makes contact with the ground, sending waves of pain through me. A metal chair? In movies when this shit happens the chairs are wood and then I'd be able to escape.
"Oh, little flower, you aren't getting away this time," a deep voice chuckles, jerking the chair upright, making the pain course through my body again. Wait, this time? I didn't even know there was a last time!
I try to talk, trying to convince the guy he has the wrong girl, but it's only muffled noises. I hear some quiet noises in the back and I can only assume it's something to use on me. I begin to cry even harder and try to get out of the chair, but it's no use. The man's chuckle only grows louder and I hear a loud noise that sounds like metal scraping against metal.
"You see little flower, you messed with the wrong family," the man whispers in my ear. I jump in my seat, just realizing how close he is to me know. "And now, you're going to pay for what you've done. No escaping this time."
My cries only grow louder as I feel something cold touch my cheek. It's slowly moved until I feel a slight pressure right under my cheek bone. In one quick motion the object is swept across my cheek and I cry out in pain. I feel a wet substance begin to flow down my cheek. I only cry harder and fight against the ropes. He needs to know he has the wrong person. I'm not who he wants, I'm a simple, broken girl who lives in New York City.
"You're cries are only encouragement to me," he says lowly. "The pain you feel, is nothing compared to what you've made my brother go through."
What'd I do to his brother? That's right, nothing! I'm not the right girl and he doesn't realize that. I feel the cold pressure on my other cheek and I jerk my head to the other side, I'm not getting cut again. He growls when I do this and my body freezes. Okay, I shouldn't have done that. I've only made him angrier.
"Listen, bitch," he seethes. "You deserve every bit of pain that's coming your way. You started this game, but you're not going to win."
I shake my head trying to get some sort of message across. Maybe if he takes off the blindfold and gag I'd be able to tell him. But it's not like he's ever going to do that. My cries have stopped, only because I can feel myself ready to puke from my constant sobs. I've let my entire body just sag into the chair, knowing I'm stuck. There's no getting out. I'm getting hurt for something I didn't even do. How much crueler can my life get.
"Boss, you have to stop," a new voice says, but it sounds far away. "They grabbed the wrong girl."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" The man who has been in the room yells.
"This is another dancer at the club," the second voice says. "This girl isn't her. It's a dancer that we had mistaken for her."
"Are you fucking serious!" The man yells and I feel the gag being ripped from my mouth and the blindfold from my eyes. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light. "Do I have to fucking babysit grown men? They can't even find the right fucking girl?"
"I'll gather the men," the second man says, and I finally get a good look at the two men who've captured me. The man who is being calm in this situation has dark skin paired with short black hair. He looks insanely strong and I'm scared of just being in the same room as him. My eyes move to the man closest to me and he's twirling a knife in his hands. He has dirty blonde hair paired with a set of brown eyes. He looks even stronger than the man by the door. If these men weren't fucking kidnappers, I'd say they were both attractive.
"Get some men down here to give this girl clothes. Take her to one of the rooms that has a bed," the first man says and throws the knife to the floor. "Have some of the women come and clean her up. I'll deal with this situation later."
The two men leave and I'm alone in the room. I start to cry, but I don't let any noises leave my mouth. I don't get to leave, he's keeping me here. I'm terrified.
Ashlynn's POV: I want to go home. I want to curl up in my bed and go to sleep, knowing my life is wonderful the way it is. I don't want to have to fear that my life is being risked because I was kidnapped by a bunch of attractive psychos. I'm so scared. The last time I was this scared it was because my parents. Before I can even have the flashback of one of the most terrifying moments of my life, the large door swing open and two new men come inside. They have a knife and I immediately think they are going to hurt me, seeing as another man did not to long ago with the same weapon. I start to whimper and try to get out of the restraints but it's no use. The men just roll their eyes and go behind me, which makes me even more scared. In a moment I feel the pressure of the rope being dug into my skin gone, along with the same pressure on my ankles. I roll my wrists, happy to be able to move them again, but that chance is taken away when I feel cool metal wrap around my wrists. Handc
Gage's POV: Bad news always follows good news in this family. My brother gets a heart transplant, which will surely improve his health, but I go to the base to discover that my men grabbed the wrong fucking girl! They had pictures and literally every piece of information they could ever need to know about her. Yet they grab a different girl. I don't care how alike they look, my men should be better than this. I storm towards my office, ignoring the looks my men are giving me as I exit the basement. The women who work for me have always been smarter. They know that if they look at me and I make eye contact with them, it will most likely not end well. My men on the other hand, they've always been too curious for their own good. I pass through the living room and stop. "Henry, Drake, move the girl to cell three. She'll be staying there for now." They instantly nod and hurry downstairs. I make my way to the maids quarters. It's a small room where the maids take their breaks. "Where
Ashlynn's POV: The only thing on my mind is my parents. I can't even sleep without them disturbing it. And they live hours and hours away from me. At least I think they do. I'm not sure where I'm at anymore. I glance up for the first time and look around the dark room, and I see two figures in the corner. I let a scream, fearing that they'll come towards me. It's my parents, I know it is. They are here to get back at me for leaving. They are going to hurt me again. I can't do that. I let out another scream and I bury my face in my knees. They have to leave. I can't face them, I'm terrified. I hear footsteps stomping and I jerk my head up. I stare at the wall and let the tears fall down my cheeks. They're here. They found me. I'm dead. I hear a loud buzzing echo around me and I know it's over. It's hard to see, the only thing I can see is a bright light. What is happening! I want to go home. The sound of footsteps only grows louder and the first this I see are a pair of blac
Sitting alone in the dingy room has gave me a lot of time to think. I've accepted that my life is most likely over at this point in regards to my freedom. Even if I do survive, I have a feeling that they'll sell me or something like that. No one comes to see me, which I'm grateful for to an extent. I don't have to be manhandled by two guys who take me to another room so I can get screamed at. But at the same time Jill has been nothing but kind to me, which is weird considering my circumstances. She makes me feel a little safer when she's around, but that feeling disappears if she leaves. It makes me feel so vulnerable. Being alone also means being stuck with my dark thoughts. What if my family is here? What will they do after not seeing me for five years? They may not have been here physically but they've disrupted my sleep almost every night I've been away from them. I don't think I could handle seeing them again. I'd rather die than be tortured for not doing the smallest things. I
As I'm staring at the wall I hear the door open. I can't bring myself to see who walked in. Being alone is my new life now. I don't want my hopes up when someone comes to drag me out of the room, only to be left alone in the end. The door closes with a loud click and feet make their way towards me. I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the temptation of looking to see who's here. Please just leave me alone. "Ashlynn, darling, here's some food," a soft voice says and I know it's Jill. I just nod my head and wait for her to leave. "I have to clean your bandage before I go." I don't give her any form on a response and she begins to clean the bandage. I keep my eyes closed as she goes through the process. After a few minutes Jill leaves the room and I open my eyes. It's the same meal as yesterday. But I got smart after yesterday, so I eat half the slice of bread. I take a few sips of my water before I put my meal under the cot. I glance over at the tub that's sitting in the center of
Ashlynn's POV: "This is where the maids stay. We each have our own little room with a community area. Mr. Cutler always makes sure that we are well taken care of," Tori says as she shows me around where I'll be living until I die. "Umm, who's Mr. Cutler?" I ask. Right now I only know Jill and Tori's names. No one else's names have come up, well besides Iris's. Still confused about that but I ignore my own thoughts. "Mr. Cutler? He's the boss," she says as though it's obvious, "the man who orders everyone around. We only address him as sir and speak when he asks questions. He's a very private man and doesn't like to be disturbed." I just nod, glad to know this information. I only got a little glimpse at the torture he caused me, I don't want to see anymore of it. She leads me to the bathroom so I can finally clean myself. It felt so nice to have the warm water running down my skin. I can feel all the grime coming off my body and my hair is already starting to soften. I was a
Gage's POV: Friday comes and I'm beyond pissed. We discovered that she left the country through a private plane company. We were able to get the pilot of her plane and he's currently down in the basement for questioning. I've changed from my suit to a black t-shirt and sweatpants. Alex told me that everything was set and that I could go down whenever. So I'm going down now before I have to go finish work for the night. I head downstairs and I notice a few of the maids scurry out of my way as I'm walking downstairs. The entire house has known how pissed off I've been the last few weeks and they've all done their best to appease me. Which gets annoying to a point because I don't need to be smothered by the men. "Here's his file," Alex says, handing me a folder for the pilot waiting in the room. I glance over, getting general information that can be used as a way to get him to talk. When I'm done looking at it I turn back to Alex and hand him the folder. "Let the game begin,"
"Make sure Alex gets record of all the files," I tell Felicity as I pull on my pants. She nods as she fixes her make up. "I'll be back in a few weeks for another report. Call me if anything happens." "Got it boss," she smiles at me. "See ya later sir." I just nod my head at her before I leave the office and head back to the main room. Alex is still sitting at our table, engrossed in his phone. He recently got engaged and hates coming to our brothels and what not. But his fiancé knows it for his job and she trusts him. "When we get back to the house I'll need you to sort the files," I tell Alex as I sit down. "Always so bossy Gage," Alex chuckles and I roll my eyes at him. "Next time you say that I'll shoot you," I retort. "More lies tonight. Keep 'Em coming!" He continues to mess with me. "You're such a dick," I say and sit down. I glance up on the stage and Ashlynn is still in the same spot. My eyes just gravitate towards her and I can't stop them. I can't contro