Keenan and I were thinking up an escape plan when Mitch burst into the room along with two other men. He looked between Keenan and me before motioning the men towards us. However, his little henchman both grabbed Keenan up. Keenan managed to elbow the bald one in the face and was knocked down with a hard kick to the back of his knee for his trouble.
Once they managed to wrestle him out of the room I was left with Mitch. He stared at me with a smug look. “Are you going to come more peacefully or do I need to arrange for you to be brought along?”
“I think I can manage.”
“Good to hear. That nephew of mine could be taught a few manners. It’s show time, my dear.”
“Do I get any last requests?”
“What makes you so sure that I will kill you?”
“You told me too much…and your eyes give away everything. You’re evil and empty. Incapable of goodwill or remorse.”
“You have a wonderful mind. It is such a shame that it must be eradicated. Shall we?”
He gestured for the door and I walked through it but stopped once I was in the hallway. The house from what I could see looked ordinary but large. He led us outside where two cars with heavily tinted windows were waiting. I slid into the car he directed me to and waited for him to finish talking with his men. Once he climbed inside the car, he pulled out a black scrap of material
“This is for your eyes. Can’t be too careful.” He wrapped and tied the blindfold around my face and once complete the car drove off.
“Where is Keenan?”
“Don’t worry about it. Your part is all that should matter to you. The pieces will fall where I tell them to.”
*
I knew the moment we were no longer on the main road. It must have been a dirt path or a gravel road we turned on when the ride turned bumpy. We finally stopped with a screech of tires as the driver slammed on the brakes and cursed.
“Leave it to my boy to take me by surprise.” I heard his amused chuckle come from my right.
“Boss, what do we do?”
“We get out.”
Mitch had tied my hands minutes ago so when I heard the sound of the car doors opening. I was then dragged out of the car and thrown to the ground. “Careful with her,” Mitch said, his voice sounding annoyed. “She’s precious cargo and by the look on my son’s face, he looks ready to kill us all right now.”
“It sounds as if you are afraid of your own son,” I mocked.
“Lake,” I heard the familiar call of my name from a short distance in front of me. Keiran. He must be closer than I thought. I unconsciously took a step toward the sound of his voice but was snatched back by a rough hand on my hair. My cry of pain pierced the cold night air and I was brought back against a man’s chest. “You’re going to lose that when I kill you,” I heard Keiran say. The stench of the man’s breath spread across my cheek when he laughed and pulled on my hair more.
“Son –” Mitch began.
“I’m not your son.” I could hear the anger in Keiran’s voice and wished I could see his face.
“Keiran, they have Keenan!”
“Ah, yes. Bring the bastard the out,” Mitch coldly stated. I heard footsteps and then the sound of doors opening and slamming. Keenan began yelling obscenities as soon as he was out of the car. My blindfold was suddenly ripped away and when my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could see Keiran standing about thirty feet away. He was dressed in all black with a duffel bag on the hood of his car.
“Why the fuck are you here?” Keiran asked. He didn’t at all seem surprised to find that his father was very much alive or else he hid it well.
“I would think you would be happy to see me since you have been looking for me.”
“I made no secret of it.”
“No…you didn’t, did you? Well, here I am.”