Page 30 of Captivated By Danger

“Shit. Didn’t think of that.”

Next to my car was a large black truck. Getting closer to them, I realized one of them was a girl with a low haircut. Her suit had to be tailored to hide her boobs because she looked just as flat-chested as the guy that stood at least two or three inches taller than her. They both had on dark shades and the same black dress shoes.

“Hi. Hello. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Greysen McCree?” the girl asked.

“Y…yes,” I stuttered.

“Can we speak to you for a moment?’

The woman walked to the back door of the truck, opening the door.

“Who are you?” Abel asked.

“Are you Greysen McCree?” the guy asked.

“Who are you?” I asked, tightening my bag to my body, hoping they’d think that I had a weapon in the bag.

“We’ll tell you in the truck.”

I looked at Abel. “I think I’ll be okay. If not, you know what they look like.”

Reluctantly, he backed away, staring at both of them as if he was memorizing their faces. Once he was in his car, I could tell that he’d taken a picture of them before pulling away. I stared at the car until he’d pulled out of the parking lot.

“Are you here to hurt me?”

“No,” the guy responded.

He waved his hand out, telling me to get in the truck. Inside, the truck wasn’t set up like a regular three-seater truck. There were two bucket seats on each side behind the driver’s seat. I sat behind the drivers’ side and they both sat on the other side facing me. The window behind me started going up, making me jump a little. The cold air blowing was the only thing keeping me slightly calm. They waited until the window was completely up to speak.

“Mona.” She pointed at the guy. “Rozay. We are the assistants of Diesel. He had to step away for a few days, but he wanted us to get this to you as soon as possible.”

I’d zoned out. Her mouth was moving, but I couldn’t hear anything until I cleared my throat.

“I’m sorry, Mona? What, now? You’re the assistants of who?”

“Yes.” She pulled a briefcase onto her lap. “And Diesel.”

I burst out laughing. When their faces didn’t change, I immediately stopped laughing.

“You’re serious?”

“Yes,” Rozay spoke.

Mona clicked the locks on the briefcase and opened it.

“As opposed to just texting me?”

“He pays us to do what he says.”

“This is your manual.” She handed me a booklet with a leather cover. It looked expensive. “In this, you’ll find your doctor’s appointments as well as schedules for school and for your time under his care. He’s asked me to ask you what it is that you would like at the end of your stay?”

My eyes darted from side to side. “What?”

“Car. Money. Jewelry. Vacation. Anything, he’ll give it to you at the end of your stay.”

I blinked slowly. “Huh?”

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