Chapter 14 (Sam):
I hate him! I fucking hate him. Everything about him makes me completely sick. That’s the man who Alex was controlled by for three years. I can’t even control my rage. I’m crying. Tearing apart my bathroom. How did she survive that for three years? Three years!
Ahh, not my friend. Hell fuck no. I honestly am not sure I’ve hated anyone more. I mean I met her right after it all happened, and I just went on with life. I didn’t know. I feel like shit. I was young, but that’s no excuse. She was my friend and I let her live this private life of pain. I’m fixing that now.
Gunner and Rex want to serve her up to him as bait. What the fuck? I’m seething. I can’t think. I jerk my phone out of my pocket and dial Logan’s number.
“Logan!” I snap.
“Sam, Sam what’s up? I’m working. You sound pissed.”
“Pissed! Pissed! I’m fucking furious. You need to come home right now.”
His tone totally changes. “Wait why? What happened? I’m getting leaving now. Sam are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“It’s Alex. Come. Home!” I slam my phone shut and try to breath.
“Mom! Mom! Dusty took all my makeup and threw it in the water!”
I put my face in my hands and scream silently. I throw open the bathroom door and brush right past Jazmine and march upstairs.
“Dusty!” I screech. I barge into his room. “Why did you ruin all Jazmine’s makeup, huh? Why would you do that?”
I’m still so mad Im seeing red. It’s hard to control my temper, and I know I’m doing a shit job at hiding my rage.
Dusty looks at me curiously. Like he’s seeing through my anger. He has this weird ability to read me. Usually it makes me feel connected to him, but right now it is annoying.
“She looks worse with that stuff on her face anyway. What happened? What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing's wrong with me Dusty. Leave your sisters stuff alone!”
I barge out of his room and ignore Jazmine’s attempts at talking to me. I slam my bedroom door and scream out.
“Mom needs five minutes of quiet!”
I pick up my phone and text Logan, poor guy.
Me: When are you coming home?
Logan: I’m on the plane now. Are you okay?
I don’t text him back, so twenty minutes later he texts me again.
Logan: I love you Sam.
I sigh. I can’t ignore that text.
Me: I love you too. Get home.
Logan is home in four hours. He greets the kids first, knowing that they have been putting up with my temper for the last four to five hours. Then he comes in the bedroom where I am currently hiding. He knocks as he slowly pushes the door open.
“Coming in.”
“Babe?”
He looks a little alarmed when he sees me. I must be a complete mess. He doesn’t mention it though. He shuts the door and walks over to sit on the bed. He doesn’t touch me or get affectionate, because he knows I’d probably hit him. He knows from experience.
“Can you talk to me Sam? Seeing as that I left set in the middle of a shoot on whim because my fiance called me in a rage and told me to come home.”
A small smile slips across my lips against my will. It is kind of funny. He sees my smile and smirks at me and shakes his head. I don’t know why he puts up with me.
“It’s Alex. She needs me. I have to go to Missouri.”
Logan puts his face in his hands and groans. “When does this end?”
“I can’t just leave my friend in her time of need Logan!”
Logan looks up and for the first time since the day I walked in his office with Jazmine years ago, his gaze is hard. I swallow and take a step back. This Logan; entrepreneur, celebrity, boss is intimidating.
“I’m going to ask you this once Sam. Is there something I don’t know? Are you planning something stupid?”
I swallow. Stupid, no. Dangerous, yes.
“Of course not Logan.” I step over and rub my hands gently down his arm, but he pulls away and stares me down.
“You have kids Sam. Remember. You have kids. You have me.”
“I’m not planning anything. I just need to be there for Alex. That’s all.”
“I’m going to trust you Sam. We are a team. We are in a relationship. Don’t betray my trust.”
I swallow and fight the urge to wince. I want to tear up. I don’t want to hurt Logan again, but he doesn’t understand. I can’t let Alex get taken. She’s my sister. He can’t make me choose who I am loyal to.
“I don’t want to do that Logan.”
I kiss him. He grabs my face and kisses me back roughly. He’s always more aggressive when he gets back from a shoot. I see his eyes cloud with lust and I pull away.
“Can you prep the plane babe?”
“You just played me. Don’t think I didn’t notice,” he calls out as he walks out to make the call.
“I love you!” I yell. He makes me happy, but the second he’s gone the guilt, fear and determination hit me like freight train.
Sure enough, Logan does get the plane ready. He looks at me wearily as I board. Hours later I touch down in Missouri. I have a plan for when Pytor takes me, but I don’t know how to get him to take me instead of Alex. I don’t even know how he got my name and number in the first place. I don’t know what Gunner’s plan is. How they even plan to get Alex in Pytor’s hands authentically.
I do the one thing I can think of. I go to my phone and turn it on. See, when I’m not at home I turn my phone off. I flip it on occasionally to see if I missed any calls, but everyone knows me knows I do this. It is this weird paranoid thing I do, because I know people can track a cell. What can I say? I'm still fucked up from the kidnapping. In this case though I know the Russian will track my cell. I book a hotel room alone. I take a taxi there. Logan’s staff on the plan gives me skeptical looks. I didn’t bring the security I told Logan I would. I didn't take the driver I usually take. I go alone. I throw them a look that lets them know they better not tell Logan. Hopefully they are not too suspicious.
I spent a night at the motel with nothing and on one. As the hours pass I begin to get nervous. What if they have Alex already? Surely Rex would have called me. I need to derail their plan. At around two o’clock, I walk out of my room to get groceries. Across from me, leaning casually against a pole, is a man with slicked back hair, a gold chain and that look trashy but I can tell cost a fortune.
It’s him. I know it’s him. I thought I’d be scared, but I’m not. I’m pissed.
“So you found me,” I snap.
He smirks. “You weren’t hiding богатая девушка.”
“I….” can’t deny it.
“The question is why.” He narrows his eyes at me. “Alex is planning something stupid, isn’t she? You are saving your friend. It’s the only explanation.”
I lift my chin and narrow my eyes. “I know nothing.”
He laughs. “Of course. Right. You just, you know, happen to be in a motel room without security with your phone on. Come on богатая девушка. You think I'm stupid?”
“You can go fuck yourself.”
“Oh why would I do that when I have you now. You know, word will get out so fast that you were taken, again, Ms. Prescott. Alex will just love when I destroy you, now won’t she?”
Two men grab me from behind and I struggle on instinct. “Alex only cares about herself.”
That makes him throw his head back and laugh. “Oh we both know that’s not true. Although she desperately wishes it was. She tries hard to convince us of that, doesn’t she Sam?”
The two men shove me to my knees. The Russian leans down so his stinky breath is in my face.
“Welcome to my little family Samantha. I have a feeling you will be a very pleasurable edition to my collection.”