Chapter Twelve

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Kyoka watched from the backseat as her captor repeatedly banged his head against the wheel of his government issued SUV.

She'd seen a ton of badges up close, he didnt lie about being a cop, everything about him suggested he was F.BI. The trademark sunglasses, expensive suit, the air of superiority she felt when he showed up at the loft.

Glancing left she saw him hop out of the car, the scream that ensued was mortifying. His actions were irradical, he seemed on edge, the kind only a man at the end of his rope with nowhere to run could fanthom.

In the silence that passed after his breakdown, she replayed the events that led to her capture. His kind smile & badge to diarmed her. Not to mention, he claimed to be a close friend of Jessica, who he referred to as JB. Next thing she knew, he suddenly lunged at her, taking her to the floor with him. She wrestled to break free of him to no avail, he barely budged an inch as she squirmed beneath him.

In the end he covered her face with a cloth, knocking her unconscious in a matter of seconds.

His phone buzzed on top the dashboard pulling him out of the dazed out state of mind. Ky tensed as he came around back. His souless eyes utterly focused on her as if he had made up his mind about what to do with her.

Her eyes went wide as he flung the door wide, reached in & grabbed her by the ankle. Her muffled screams rose in volume as she was towed across the pavement & dragged her into what looked to be a warehouse.

There was no one coming to save her, no one knew where she was or who had taken her. The realization of her situation hit her like a freight train. She would die in this place far away from all those who cared for her, right when life was beginning to have meaning.

As her eyes watered & her vision blurred, she gave one last solemn look at the sky.

Thirty minutes later, Jessica arrived at her residence where a small group of uniformed officers, a forsensics team & reporters had already gathered.

She parked around the back, hidden beneath the shadow of the trees, the last thing needed was a camera shoved in face. She needed to find Boone. Granted, she did need some time to gather herself after their phonecall, now her mind was refocused & she was sharper than ever.

She walked up the walkway & stopped dead in her tracks. A numbing chill shot down her spine as she saw Ainzley cross the yellow tape. If she didnt act now Kyoka would die, Dom was ruthless & she knew too much.

Subconsciousy she reached for her gun. If anyone had a clue about Ky's kidnapping it'd be him. Who the hell was she kidding? This asshole was propably the one who sanctioned it. She needed answers & he had them.

"What the hell do you think youre doing?" Montag stood infront of her, the look in his eyes commanding her slip the gun back in its holster & she did.

"The Chief's been compromised, he works for the Bellagio twins."

"Oh I know." He replied matter-of-factly, "Boone & I have been keeping tabs on him for a quite some time."

"Why didnt you tell me?"

"He was like a father to you. Theres no way you wouldve believed us if we had told you." Montag pinched his nose, "We suspected he had a part to play in Blake's death as weel, along with a string of other homocide's."

Jess knew he was right, although she hated to admit it she wouldve never believe Ainzley was capable of such terrible things, not only was he a pillar of the community, he was a loving husband & friend. The man her father relied on & she too had come to place her trust him.

Unforgiveable!

"What now? Tell me Boone has a plan?"

"He does, but we're gonna need to play along."

"I'm in!"