Page 27 of Like Fathers, Like Son
“No! Oh god no, what is that?”
Why did I do that? To keep her afraid, to enjoy her delicious fear just a little longer, because I knew it would feel better than her hate. I’d experienced enough of that for a lifetime, and I was smart enough to know it’d be back when she recognised me. At least until she grew to love me, just like my mum had with my dads.
I slid the needle into the vein in her neck, and slowly pushed the plunger, chuckling at the panicked squeak from Anneka before I carefully withdrew it, and tucked it back in my pocket.
“Say night night, Anneka.” Her gasp was immediately followed by heaviness, as she started to sag in my hold, and I loaded her into the back of her car.
Now it was time to get her and then my bike moved and out of sight, and that’s why I’d picked this specific point on the route she’d be taking. She might be a high flying analyst, but I was a first rate hacker, and I knew every fucking thing about her.
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Anneka
Myheadthrobbedintime with my pulse, and I groaned, trying to sit up. I realised pretty fast that I couldn’t move easily, although I had some limited range of movement. My hands were cuffed above my head, and even though I seemed to be on a bed, I was definitely trapped and in trouble.
“Ugh…” My stomach roiled and I struggled to roll over, my stomach cramping as I threw up all over the bedding. I half expected someone to say something, for someone to be watching me, but there was clearly nobody else in the room, because they’d have reacted, right?
Now I’d been sick, my head was throbbing harder, but my stomach seemed to settle at last. The smell, however, wasn’t pleasant, so I rolled in the other direction, and that’s when I saw it.
Pages of something stapled all over the wall in a haphazard random mess. Pages with handwriting on. I couldn’t focus on them, but there was something familiar about them.
Wait. Something was coming back to me. The biker. The biker kidnapped me, but he called me by my name. How would he know my name? Was it someone I’d trusted in my day to day life? Was it someone I knew?
My mum would be freaking, because however long I’d been here, unless I got out in the next day or two, she’d know I was missing. Oh, and my friends. My friends would realise I was missing so much sooner than that. Nathan. Nathan would care that I was gone. He would, right?
A sound behind me caused me to freeze in panic. Someone had come into the room through the door I now remembered seeing there. I was too afraid to turn around and see them. What if I knew them? Oh god, what if it was some creepy stranger?
“Sorry about the drugs. I guess they made you ill, but I’ll change the bed for you.”
There was something oddly familiar about the voice, even though it was low and barely audible. It was definitely a man, but I couldn’t discern anything more than that, and I was still too afraid to turn around. If I saw who it was, he’d definitely have to kill me, right?
“I have painkillers for you, and water. You need to hydrate, or at least that’s what I was told. Anneka, let me help you.”
Help me? Help ME?!
“You can help me by letting me go, asshole!” I rolled over to glare at the man, my kidnapper, the monster, and gasped with shock. Recognition slammed into me, as I took in the longish white blonde hair, the bright blue eyes, and the smirk on his lips, even though he was older and so much bigger. He wasn’t overly muscled, but I could tell he was strong, and powerful, maybe six feet tall. A bigger threat than he’d ever been.
“Blaze? What the fuck!”
His lips quirked up fully into a smile, like somehow he thought I was happy to see him, when what I wanted to do was run, but also kick him in the nuts, because it was fucking Blaze!
“How dare you kidnap me!”
He grinned wider, bringing the paper cup closer, as if he thought it was safe to approach me right now.
“Of course I brought you home, Anneka. You belong with me. You always did.”
Oh god. He was just as delusional as he’d always been. Just as messed up and twisted, only now he was big enough to overpower me too. I was starting to realise just how dangerous Blaze was to me now.
“Let me go.”
He rounded the bed, and held out the paper cup, while I struggled to sit up a little, so I wouldn’t feel quite so vulnerable. He said the cup held water and I desperately wanted it, because my mouth tasted like crap and I was so thirsty.
“Gimme.”
He chuckled, stepping a little closer.
“Say please.”
