Kidnapped By My Maye Novels & Stories

"Chapter one. I only got through chapter one." Eve pulled her in. Maya made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and something else entirely and held on with both arms, her bag bumping against Eve's back, her face pressed into Eve's shoulder. "You took so long," Maya said, muffled. "I know," Eve said. "I'm sorry." "Don't apologize." Maya pulled back and wiped her face with the back of her hand with the brisk efficiency of someone who had decided crying was fine but lingering in crying was not. "Just....next time someone kidnaps me, maybe day two? Day three at the latest."

Her vision blurred as she tried to sit up but she couldn’t. Her hands and feet were tied. Her mouth wasn’t gagged, though. “Where… where am I?” she screamed, her voice cracking. “Who’s there?!” Footsteps echoed and then a figure stepped into her line of sight. Her heart dropped. It was none other than Maxwell. “You?” Maya breathed, fear climbing into her chest. Maxwell smirked, folding his arms leisurely. “Yes,” he said. “Me.” “How dare you? How dare you kidnap me like this?” Maya snapped, struggling against her restraints.

She held her head as another wave of migraine hit her and that's when she remembered what had happened and immediately knew this room belongs to David and he had kidnapped Nora and she immediately jumped of the bed and rushed out but wind blowing through the opened French doors were the only thing that could be heard as she run to the lounge of the mansion. Her eyes shimmered with tears and she started looking around but found no one around and she began to cry until she heard her name being called and looked up to find Mimi and Gloria rushing up to her. "Mimi...... He took her...... He took her. " Maya exclaimed hysterically hyperventilating and she turned to Gloria and anger engulfed her.

He required staring at me in a way that made me uncomfortable. "Two freaking days! Where on the earth are you taking me to? You kidnapped me and you are asking me if I slept well? God! I hope you rot in hell. Today happened to be a day every woman dreamt of but thanks to you, it's a nightmare!" I burst out crying for the first time since I got kidnapped, his eyes softened at the sight of my tears but he made no move to console me.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and snapped it before he could utter any word. *** This wasn’t how I envisaged the aftermath of the kidnap to be and it was pissing me off that I’d been so close to victory but everything had to come crumbling down before my eyes and there seemed to be nothing I could do about it much to my frustration. I heard a knock on the door before it was opened and Maya walked in, a look of concern on her face. “The servants said you’ve been in here all day and I needed to know what’s wrong.” She said as she walked towards me. “You need to tell me what’s wrong.”

I said, giving her a comforting pat on her back. “So how's life treating you? Have you started a new business? How are your kids?” Maya asked, her voice warm with concern. I let out a frustrated sigh as I recalled the events that had happened since I moved back here. Maya and I hadn’t spoken in a while, so she had no idea what was going on in my life. “Rowan was kidnapped,” I revealed, the words still feeling surreal. Maya’s eyes went wide with shock, her voice trembling. “What? Oh my goodness, when did this happen? How did it happen? Who could do such a thing?” Her questions were rapid-fire.

He was only pulling at threads that were already unraveling in my mind. He was right. Dare had taken me away from the only family I had—my father. He had kept me, caged me, made me believe I was something special. And I stayed. I stayed because I wanted to believe him, because I needed to. I gave him my heart, gave him everything I had left to give. I fell in love with him, and what kind of person does that make me? A twisted, broken person. A demented child, desperate for love in any form, even from the man who stole her freedom. Maybe Mr. M was right—maybe I would fall for any man who kidnapped me and threw me crumbs of kindness.

I asked, my voice a cold whisper that had her eyes widening a fraction before she schooled her features. “A little bird told me that little Miss Maya over here is responsible for your troubles,” she shrugged nonchalantly, running her fingers up and down my chest, moving slowly to my chin when I caught a hold of her wrist and flung it off me like it was diseased. “So you kidnapped her and had her tied up in a sketchy cabin in the middle of nowhere,” I muttered, nodding my head in understanding, and she frowned.

“Maya.” Another squeeze. “Maya.” She finally released me and I inhaled dramatically. “I enjoy breathing.” Her eyes narrowed. “You got kidnapped.” I rolled mine. “And survived.” “You got kidnapped.” “You’re repeating yourself.” “Because it’s insane.” Fair. Maya linked her arm through mine as we headed toward the elevators. “Tell me everything.” “We’ve spoken on the phone,” I deadpanned. “Not enough,” she argued, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Maya—” why is she being overly dramatic?

“Why her? Why hand her over? You hate the girl that much?” Tiffany’s jaw tightened. “Because she took everything. My spot. My man. Years of shit I put up with and she shows up, gets kidnapped, and suddenly she’s queen with his baby. I want her gone. I want Reaper to feel what it’s like to lose. And I want my life back without her in it.” King smiled slow, nasty. “Alright. We got a deal. You get her to me—alive, pregnant, whatever. I pull back. But if you fuck this up...”