Chapter 33

One of the men held the door open for the guy in the suit. Once he disappeared, the thugs all looked at one another and then hurried in after him as if they were nervous that he was there. Amanda frowned and her anger only boiled higher and hotter. Not only were the thugs killers, it seemed that they were not just random killers. They actually had some sort of strange structure and that could only mean one thing. The burning of her house and the murder of her parents had not just been some random act of cruelty. There was something else going on.

Carefully, she looked around to make sure that there were no others around, hiding somewhere out of sight. Once she was fairly sure that the coast was clear, she began walking toward the building. She’d have to find some way in and try to find out what the hell was going on here. Something was wrong. Something was really, really wrong here. None of it made sense to her. Her parents weren’t involved in some kind of criminal activity, or really anything else that she could think of that would cause them to become the target of some kind of hate group.

Amanda had to know more. Carefully she moved around the building in search of an open window or door that she could crawl through to get a better idea of what was going on inside. She managed to find a window that looked like she might just be able to push open and just as she was about to reach for it, a hand wrapped around her mouth and an arm wrapped around her waist, dragging her backward.

She tried to claw at whoever had hold of her, but she couldn’t quite reach them. Her nails, when the did land on something fleshy, didn’t even seem to faze her attacker and he continued to drag her kicking and screaming into his hand. She heard something that sounded like a door opening and then she was tossed unceremoniously on her ass in the back of a van.

Amanda struggled to get up, but someone else was there and within seconds, she had a bag pulled over her head and her wrists were bound followed quickly by her ankles. Not that that stopped her from fighting. She kicked and screamed and made as much noise as she possibly could, trying to kick at her kidnappers until someone cut a hole in the bag over her head and shoved something soft and very cottony into her mouth while another person sat on her legs to keep her from thrashing around anymore.

“You stupid girl, are you trying to get yourself killed? Do you know what they would do if they found you?” It sounded like a woman.

Amanda gave an indignant little snort and muttered a rude reply into the sock or rag that filled her mouth. It seemed that her words were understood though and the woman laughed, sounding really and truly amused by it.

“No, I won’t fuck off. I’m here to help you.” The disembodied female voice replied, still sounding amused.

Amanda snorted softly in disbelief. She was being kidnapped, how could this person be claiming to be there to help her? She shook her head, not willing to believe a word the woman said. She mumbled something and let her head thud down onto the floor of the vehicle. At least the floor was soft. The woman appeared to be the one sitting on her because a few moments later, the vehicle began to move.