Harley's POV

"Avery, it's almost 12; my dad is going to murder me if I'm not back by 1." I groaned, tugging at her lace sleeve as she sipped on some suspiciously blue liquid in a red solo cup.

"We still have time." She said, waving me off and flipping her long golden blonde hair over her slim shoulders. The spaghetti straps she was wearing were sliding down her arm now and she made no efforts to pull up which suggest she was beyond tipsy.

"It's an hour drive back to my side of town. You know that." I said, slightly agitated at her nonchalant attitude. Avery dragged me to this distasteful party close to Vineyard estate--an hour outside of Albuquerque--despite my constant protest to just stay in and watch a movie.

"Just spend the night at my house. I'm only 2 minutes away. " she whined.

"I can't. I have to take care of my brother tomorrow morning. I have to be there before he wakes up." I tried not to roll my eyes. "He panics when he doesn't see me as soon as he wakes up."

"I don't want to drive back in your shady neighborhood this late at night." She laughed and took a sip from her drink. My neighborhood was worse than shady so I appreciate the fact that she sugarcoated it for me.

"Avery, come on. Please." I begged.

"Uh, fine, but you owe me." She said, putting the solo cup down on a random nightstand and walking past the crowds of people with me following close behind.

High school parties. I wished I enjoyed them as much as Avery did, but there are so many things I'd rather be doing than sitting in a random person's house drinking skeptical drinks. The air full of pheromones, and you could just smell all the horniness. Bodies gyrated against each other, and wandering hands felt against random female's sacred areas. It was a cease pool, and typically I'd never come, but Avery had begged me.

After all, I don't know why she wanted me to come. She had more friends than I can count so she wouldn't have been alone.

We walked past the trash-littered yard and into Avery's shiny new black BMW her daddy bought for her a couple of weeks ago for Christmas. I went with her to pick it out because she couldn't choose which one she wanted. I wish I had her problems.

"Hurry up and get in," Avery called, making me rush to the passenger seat. As soon as I shut the door, she threw her leather bag in the back and pulled off into the street.

Her neighborhood is beautiful. Every house has a massive gate, and the houses look so luxurious and ginormous. Tall pine trees occupied the sides of the rode and bushes by every gate. I envied Avery a lot for her simple, carefree life, but it's not her fault the way she was born and raised.

She was generous enough to give me rides and buy my dinners and lunches when we went out. Every-time we would go shopping, she offered to buy me clothes and such, but I knew better than to accept her offers. She gave me bags and bags of her old designer clothes she thought were no longer in style. Every time she cleaned her closet out, I got first pick. It was like going on a shopping spree.

Her dad even got my dad a job when he didn't have one working at his factory. It's a low-paying job, but along with what I get for working at the Bargain Depot Thrift shop, we get around.

"Harley, snap out of it," Avery said, snapping her fingers together in front of my face. That's my name Harley as in Harley Davis. My dad loves motorcycles so much he used to collect them until he had to sell them all. Although He loved it so much, he named me Harley. I've complained to him about it many times.

"Sorry. What'd you say?" I said

"I have to piss! Whatever I drank at that party went straight through me. What should I do?" She whined as she squeezed her face together to show the urgency of the situation.

"Turn right here! There is a small gas station right there." I said, using my finger to guide her.

"Harley, that looks really scary and creepy." She groaned, "but I really have to go."

"You'll be fine. I'll watch you the entire time." I reassured her as she pulled into the station. The parking Lot was just gravel, and all the pumps had an out-of-order sign on them, but the tiny shack that acted as the storefront was dimly lit and was occupied by an older white woman who was barely visible through the jaded windows.

"Ok, I'll be quick. Watch me!" She said, rushing out of the car and towards the shack. Hopefully, that woman lets her use it. By the look of it, it seems as the woman said no at first, then I watched as Avery twisted her face and put her hands together as to beg the woman. Finally, the woman gave in and placed a toilet brush with a key attached to it in Avery's hand, making her face twist in disgust. I chuckled at the exchange before turning my attention back to my broken phone.

The screen had shattered, and so the app I was scrolling through was barely functional. I was saving up to buy a new one since my dad couldn't swing it. Avery had offered to give me one of her old phones, but I wouldn't allow it. I wouldn't say I like getting handouts, especially from my friends; however, Avery was the only one that really knew my situation.

Close to 10 minutes had passed, and I was growing weary since Avery still hadn't made it back. This part of town was shady, but I knew no one would be out here at 12. Most of this side of the city was run by Riot. Anyone who knew about Riot, knew better than to be walking around these streets at night.

With that in mind, I stuffed my phone deep into my pocket and moved to exit the car. I wrapped my hand around the handle to push it open, but before I could, the car light turned on, and the car began to ring, signaling a door had been opened, but it wasn't mine that was open. My stomach instantly dropped.

"Avery?" I said while turning my head to look at the driver's seat. Except Avery didn't occupy the seat. Suddenly I felt a cold hard metal object pressed against my waist. My face twisted in horror once I realized what that object pressed against me was. I heard the back doors of the car also swung open and closed in a matter of seconds. My mind was running a thousand miles an hour as I accessed the situation, but I couldn't panic. Everything happened too fast for me even to fathom an idea or thought.

"Scream or move, and I'll put a bullet in your pretty little body." The voice breathed close to my face. I could tell by the voice that it was a male, and he had a slight accent too. He had a mask over most of his face, but from what I could tell, he was young, and he had long wavy black hair down to his shoulders. He has a tattoo just above his eyebrow. He was dressed in all black. His breath was hot and smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. After examining his face the best I could, I fixed my vision towards the storefront and swallowed the lump that developed in my throat.

"Good girl." he chuckled. "Now I'm going to need you to keep that pretty little mouth shut and follow my directions. If you start getting bold, I'll put a bullet in you, which I don't wanna do. It's too much of a hassle and the boss wouldn't like that." He said, and all I did was nod as I stayed stiff against his gun. Boss? I watched his every move as he started the car and wrapped his hands around the wheel. Whoever was in the back seat stayed silent the entire time, allowing the man next to me to do all the talking.

What was taking Avery so long? She should have been out of the bathroom. I needed her right now, but who knows if she was even okay in there. Just as my thoughts went to her, I saw her thin, tall body emerge from the back of the store. I wanted to scream for her not to come close, but I also wanted to scream to her that I need help. As she made it to the door and her eyes panned over to the car, I saw her eyes widen as they met mine. It was like everything has happened in slow motion. Before she could make it to the car, The guy had already quickly whipped around to pull onto the road. My eyes began to go fuzzy in desperation and fear. Before I could stop myself, I opened my mouth quickly.

"Avery!" I screamed so loud I felt my lungs burn in response, but as her legs moved to run towards me, I felt a hard object hit my head, and darkness took over me.

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"Hey! Hey! Wake up," a rough voice said following by a huge wave of cold water coating my body. My eyes immediately shot open, and I sat up gasping for air. I moved to wipe the blurriness from my eyes, but my hands were being restrained by something. Handcuffs.

"Get up," the voice spoke again. In front of me stood a tall older man with a bucket, which must've been the one he used to dump the water on me. I was sitting on the cold concrete in a small room that was only occupied by a small piece of foam acting as a bed, and a bucket, which I suppose is for me to do my business in.

"I said get the fuck up. I'm not going to ask again." He said, offering a kick to my stomach, making me groan out in pain. My hand immediately went to the aching area like it would soothe the pain. Even with my body going against me to move, I still pushed myself up on my numb legs. I was still wearing the clothes from last night, a hoodie and a pair of worn-out loose ripped jeans. There were dirt stains all over me, which I don't remember making, and I had scrapes all over my ankles and any exposed skin. Suddenly all the memories of last night immediately came rushing back to me. The look on Avery's face and the scream I had let out that in turn made my throat hurt.

"Good, so you're not deaf." He said, bending down slightly to my level, so we were eye to eye. "The boss will be in shortly. Behave yourself," he said, and I nodded slowly, mostly because I didn't know what else to do. I didn't know what he meant by "the boss" or why I was supposed to behave or even see him. I didn't know anything besides the fact that I was taken against my will. I rocked myself back and forth on my heels to try and warm myself up from the cold water and slowly trying to soothe my anxiety and nervousness. My stomach was practically eating itself.

Suddenly as those thoughts wandered in my head, the door creaked open, revealing another guy, but this guy was different. The second he stepped into the room, I could tell; he just eluded power. The atmosphere of the room completely changed. I swallowed to moisten my throat that had gone dry, as I took in his appearance. He was big, both tall and muscular. Inked skin peeked out from under his button-up sleeve, his neck was polluted with black shaded drawings. The five o'clock shadow added a more dramatic look. Panning my eyes further up, his hair was gelled back out of his face; not a single hair was out of place on his head. His face was cut so perfectly, and precisely it was frightening. Despite every beautiful part of him, the most distinctive part of him was his eyes. Green and piercing like a snake ready to strike.

His movements were fluid, his eyes grazing over my face than my body. However, I didn't dare move. I stayed still as a statue; like his aura alone would wrap around my throat and strangle me. It seemed like hours had passed by. He crossed his arms over his chest and sighed out deeply. His thick brows furrowed slightly like he was trying especially hard to concentrate. What was he thinking? Ways to kill me? I wanted to scream and ask what did he wanted from me, but the words just wouldn't come out. My stomach was clenched and my breathing held in the base of my throat. I don't know who he is or where I am but I wasn't stupid enough to not notice the danger emitting from him. I wouldn't get myself killed so quickly. Instead, I stood there doing nothing. My hands stayed tucked into each other and my eyes stayed glued to the floor. Staring at the dirty pavement so hard made my eyes twitch and my head hurt faintly. Luckily, his feet shifted towards. His legs were so long that in two steps, he was already in front of me. My eyes shot up to him but just as I began to lift my head he grabbed my chin forcefully, making me gasp. His fingers dug into my hollow jaw and my skin pinched between his fingers. His strong woodsy scent filled my nostril creating a more intense headache than before. My eyes slammed shut as he pressed harder into me, I felt hot tears hit my cheek as I didn't know I had even started crying.

He stood there analyzing my face before he opened his mouth to speak. "Stop crying." He growled lowly, still gripping my face harder. That was enough to make me go stiff and try my best not to let any more tears escape my eyes. "What is your name?" He asked as his eyes stared into mine. I didn't dare open my mouth. How did the guys who kidnapped me not know my name? None of this was adding up. Still, I was too mortified to do anything. "I asked you a fucking question, didn't I? I don't like repeating myself." He growled at me, this time grabbing my jaw in his large hand.

"Harley. Harley Anderson" I spat. I bite my tongue after, cursing myself for submitting so easily. I watched as his eyes shifted and his body language completely changed. His jaw clenches before he let me go so forcefully. He looked off into the distance before returning his eyes to me. It all happened in a split second. He turned around, grabbing the door handle with him. He slammed the door so hard I watched as the hinges connecting to the door flew off and hit the concrete floor. I gasped at the unexpected loud sound. I heard the man let a string of curse words as he left before everything went silent again. The door was wide open, but I was too mortified even to move a step. It was only a couple of seconds later when I heard boots stomping against the ground coming towards me, and darkness consumed me again. ————-

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