Abducted

A/N: (Warning) This chapter will confuse you as we had tried to deliver the scenes from two different sides in the third pov. Also, many things are not revealed. But don't worry, everything will be explained in the upcoming chapters clearly. Now, enjoy the chapter

Third POV

Rain fell from the grey sky, providing relief to the parched earth. The water splashed as the Range Rover skidded to a halt in front of Watson Mansion. Logan rushed out of the car, ignoring the crisp air and the pelting raindrops because his heart was aflame with an unknown fire. Karolia Kingston sparked a fire in Logan Watson.

"Karolia!" Logan yelled as soon as his feet touched the living room's marble floor. He knew she wouldn't be at home, but what if she was playing with him? he wondered. His deep voice, which kept calling her name, echoed throughout the large house. The sound of footsteps awoke in him a sense of hope, but it was quickly wiped.

Natasha hurried down the stairs, perplexed as to why he was shouting that girl's name over and over.

"What's the matter, L?" Natasha dashed over to him.

"Where has Karolia gone?"

"I'm not sure," she admitted honestly, her confusion growing. "Why are you looking for her in the first place?" Natasha has harbored a deep hatred for Karolia since discovering, on the first day, that Logan has some irrational feelings for her. She's known Logan for a long time and can tell when he genuinely cares about someone. She also noticed the look in his eyes when he looked at Karolia, which she had never seen before from him.

"You didn't see her anywhere?" he urged, ignoring her previous statement.

"No, I didn't, L. What's the issue?" She inquired softly, taking a step closer to him and cupping his cheek. Logan stepped back from her grasp and sat on the couch, rubbing his neck in frustration.

Logan mumbled, "Karolia is in danger."

"Danger? What is the danger?" Even though her heart fluttered slightly, seeing him in despair saddened her. She does have genuine feelings for him.

"She accompanied me to the funeral, but I lost sight of her after that. I assumed she'd be here-"

When his cell phone rang, he was interrupted. He fished his phone from his pocket and checked the caller ID, hoping it was her.

Call from an Unknown Number

He clenched his teeth in frustration and was about to hang up the phone. But then he had a thought: what if it's Karolia? Perhaps she misplaced her phone and dialed from an unknown number. He answered the phone by pressing the green button.

"Hello," he said solemnly, his heart racing slightly. From the other end of the phone, a deep laugh rang out. A bitter laugh was all too familiar to Logan.

"Herb" Logan gritted his teeth. Herbert George, Logan's old acquaintance. "This isn't the time-"

"You underestimated me, Watson," he laughed again, interrupting Logan. Logan clutched the phone tightly, catching a whiff of his statement.

"Where the f*** is she?" He got right to the point.

"Oh, she'll be fine with us". Logan's jaw clenched and his fist clenched as Herbert chuckled darkly.

"I was expecting Grecia Watson, but this pretty one will suffice. I've seen her with you a few times." Herb reveals himself once more.

What if he says he dislikes Karolia? Will she be set free as a result of this? He knows they're looking for his weakness, so what if he says she isn't one? Logan paused for a moment.

"I don't give a damn what you do to her, Herb. "My answer remains NO." His stomach clenched as he spoke.

Logan heard a dark chuckle on the other end of the phone after a brief silence.

"Is that correct, Watson?" Herbert inquired, his gaze fixed on the petite figure fighting in the grasp of two of his members, the same two who had brought her here. Herbert could tell she was a fighter.

Logan muttered, "Yes." Natasha sat next to Logan, trying to listen in on the conversation.

"Ah, so you don't mind if we keep her?" She got some nice tits. "The boys will have a good time tonight," Herbert said, his gaze running down her body. Karolia's spine shuddered and she screamed as Herb's hand caressed her neck, moving down slowly, inch by inch. She wanted to slap the man's hand away and cover herself, but both of her hands were in those men's grasp, and she wasn't strong enough. Logan got up from the couch after hearing Lia scream. His hands tremble violently as if he wants to punch Herbert's nose and break all his bones.

"If you dare to touch even a single hair on her body, Herbert," Logan yelled angrily at him. "Then I'll destroy you even more than I destroyed the business."

"Geez, Watson, touched a soft spot, huh?" Herbert George laughed. He had some reservations when his boys brought Karolia, but now he's certain. This girl is ideal for luring him in.

"What exactly do you want?" Logan growled as he ran his hand through his gelled hair.

"You already know what I want. Watson, your sign is worth two billion dollars." Herbert stated once more.

"I swear, this is the last time I involve you, Watson," Herbert vowed. "That is the least you could do for your previous actions."

Logan gritted angrily, his fist clenched, "I stopped what I started Herbert."

"That knocked me out as well, Watson," Herbert retorted. He thought he could manage on his own, but he couldn't reach the same heights Logan did, and he craved that power and respect ever since Logan left.

Logan clenched his fists, frustration, and helplessness coursing through his veins. He is aware of Herbert's capabilities. He had nothing to fear the last time he declined an offer. But now life is in jeopardy because of him.

"Fine," Logan said, "I'll bring the documents." "Come to my office now," Herbert said loudly, which irritated Logan.

"How about we play a game, Watson?" Logan's heart began to race once more. This isn't a good sign. He pondered.

"What are you implying?"

"I will tell you the location later. I want you to feel the agony I felt when I pleaded with you. So keep an eye out for my next call," Herbert laughed again before hanging up the phone.

"F***" Logan yelled angrily and threw his phone away. It almost hit Natasha when it landed on the couch. She yelped in surprise. Logan stared at the ground, his mind racing before an idea came to him.

Meanwhile, Herbert directed James to tie Karolia in the basement and to guard her until his next command. Karolia attempted to stand on the ground but failed miserably when James yanked her away with great force.

James, a guy with a scar, dragged her down the stairs while the other guy and Herbert sat in front of the television to watch the football game.

As a cloth was stuffed inside Karolia's mouth, her screams were muffled. James made her sit on a wooden chair and tied a rope around her wrist. James squirmed, his desire to use the restroom growing stronger. He has been holding himself for a long time, and he no longer believes he can. He quickly dropped all the items from his pocket on the wooden table pushed against the wall and entered the washroom on the opposite side of the room, intending to continue his work later.

Everyone thought James was a moron, and he continues to prove it day after day. In his haste, he forgot to tie Karolia's hand to the chair, and her legs were free. She considered fleeing at first, but that seemed like a bad idea because she knew there was nowhere to flee to. Then Karolia noticed her phone, James' phone, and a pack of cigarettes on the table.

With her hands tied, she quickly took the phone and moved around to get a signal. When she got one block, she quickly took Logan's chat and texted him her current location, hoping he'd come to her rescue soon. She overheard their entire conversation, and it terrified her to realize she'd have to spend more time with these jerks. She was safely back in her seat by the time James returned. Getting locked up in this basement reminded her of something she'd previously encountered. Those haunting days rushed back to her mind, clutching her mind in fear. Logan's face was imprinted on her heart as she squeezed her eyes shut. 'Help me, Logan,' she pleaded quietly.

The notification drew Natasha's attention as she sat on the couch, contemplating Logan's words. Logan stated that Karolia has been kidnapped. What is it that they want with her? Logan, what are you hiding from Natasha? She pondered.

Natasha took a brief glance at the phone beside her. Logan has dashed upstairs to his office to retrieve the documents.

Karolia's name appeared on the screen, and she grasped the device. When she tried to unlock the phone, it displayed 'enter passcode'. She paused for a moment to consider her options. When they were dating, she knew his password by heart. She typed in the name, hoping he hadn't changed it even after two years.

Mom301

Natasha smirked and opened the message that Karolia had just sent.

A map of the area, as well as the text 'Help Me.'

Natasha deleted Karolia's SMS and returned the phone to its original location as soon as she heard the sound of descending footsteps. Her evil and corrupted mind mentally applauded her. 'Let her rot to death,' she reasoned evilly. If Karolia is no longer in this world, there will be no one to stand between her and Logan. She will reclaim her man for herself. Logan grabbed his phone and dashed out the door to meet Patrick, intending to put an end to this game once and for all.

Logan's POV

I stand in front of Patrick's door, waiting for him to open it so I can get right into the business. I'd already rung the bell a few times, and I swear the moron is dozing off right now. I was about to bang on the door again when it was opened by someone I didn't expect.

"Uhhh..... Logan, hello," Scarlet fumbled behind the closed door. I noticed she was wearing only one of Pat's shirts. I recall yesterday's events and how Pat drove Scarlet to his house. Didn't she already leave?

"Where is Patrick?" As I walk into the familiar apartment, I ask her. I scan the hall and fix my gaze on Scarlet, who appeared uneasy for some reason.

"He is taking a shower," she replied. I nodded my head grimly.

"When he's finished, tell him to meet me in the control room," I say.

"Uh, control room?" I noticed the confused expression on her face.

"He is aware of it. "Ask him to be quick," I say as I rush into the room. I paced around the room, my mind working out a strategy to put an end to this business and save Lia.

Patrick enters the room looking freshly showered after an agonizing 15 minutes. He comes to a halt to look at me, and a frown appears on his face.

"I need your assistance," I say right away, without any greetings.

"When don't you?" He smirks at me, but when I don't return his smirk, his face becomes solemn.

"All right, the serious mode is activated." He takes a seat in front of his powerful computer system. I take a step beside him and pull my phone from my pocket.

"I want you to track this number and find out where the person is." I give him Herbert's phone number, which he enters into a complicated-looking programming system.

Patrick was a brilliant cyber student who excelled at cracking techniques. He has been in charge of my company's cybersecurity department and has helped to destroy all evidence of the illegal business that I had done in previous years. He had job offers from many multinational corporations all over the world, but I have no idea why he chose to stay with me. Maybe we're both aware of how much we rely on one another. That's something we've had since we were kids.

Patrick pointed to his system and said, "The location shows Russia."

"What?" As I stared at the blue globe in his system that pinpoints the location of the number, I frowned in perplexity. "Are you certain? Attempt once more."

"I'm 100 percent certain," Patrick declares emphatically.

"There is no way they could have arrived in Russia by now." I sigh and shake my head. When Herb called, I heard her voice. There's no fucking way!

"Perhaps the person tampered with the location" Clever Bastard. "By the way, who are you following?" Patrick inquires.

In a rage, I clench my teeth. "All right, then, can you find this number?" I ignored his question and gave him Karolia's phone number, hoping it would be useful. Otherwise, I'm f***ed!

Fortunately, I saw him retrieve the address from the Address Book and go through his system's call history or something. I noticed his brow furrowing at something.

"What exactly is it?" I ask him urgently.

"That is Scarlet's phone number." He says this while pointing to a number on a long sheet of the call log. "Whose number did you give me??" Pat asked me in a serious tone, his gaze fixed on me.

"It belongs to Lia." I sigh deeply and run my hand through my hair in frustration.

"What exactly do you mean?" He asks, now turning his entire body towards me.

"She's been kidnapped," I said quickly.

"What? When did this occur? Do you have any idea who is behind it?" Patrick interrogates me all at once.

"When we were attending Charles's funeral," I replied, taking a seat in the swivel chair.

"It was Herbert." I clench my teeth as soon as I say his name.

"Wait, wasn't he the one who helped you with all those drug deals?" He inquired as he attempted to comprehend the entire situation.

"It's the same guy. Apparently, he requires some documents bearing my signature, and when I refused him more than twice, he kidnapped her," I explained to him.

"I thought you put an end to the drug trade for good," Patrick said, raising his voice at me.

"I did, and that is why he is behind me," I tell him, and I see his puzzled expression. I take a deep breath and prepare to explain to him.

"Remember I used to sign all of the documents for drug export and import. We were a powerful team in the industry back then because we had power and influence as well as tight security, thanks to you," I tell him, and Pat immediately scoffs.

"Yeah, I remember working my ass off to destroy all the evidence for the transport and everything," I saw his face turn disapprovingly.

"By closing the entire business and cutting off all my ties, it appears that I destroyed the hope for someone else who decided to take up my dirty work. Herbert struck a $2 billion drug deal with some overseas men, but they don't trust him enough to hand over those rare drugs, owing to his previous failed attempts, which nearly landed him in prison." I remembered going through his profile to figure out why he was following me.

"So those men demanded that if someone was willing to act as a mediator, they would be willing to close the deal. He thought I was the best option because he knew I had the most power and influence in this situation. All he needed now was my signature to seal the deal and show the others that I was on his side in this."

"As a result, he approached me a few weeks ago, offering half the money, but when I refused, he sent some men who chased me in the car the other night. After that, I warned them to stop everything because I had never intended to sign the documents, but now they have Lia and are blackmailing me." I rub my face with both hands, attempting to calm my rising rage.

"What happened to Karrie?" Scarlet stands at the door, a curious and fearful expression on her face. Patrick and I exchange a glance before I tell him to go for it.

"Karolia has been kidnapped." Scarlet's face drains all colors. Her mouth hung open, and she began to blink rapidly, unable to comprehend the situation.

"What exactly do you mean kidnapped? She came home with you, didn't she? So, where is she?" Scarlet began asking me questions with an accusing look on her face. As soon as he saw her crying, Pat was on his feet, trying to calm her down. When I saw him consoling her, it made me feel guilty about the situation.

"Who took her?" she asked Patrick, her face flushed with desperation.

"I'll explain everything later, baby." Patrick hugged her and patted her on the back before forcing her to sit in one of the nearby chairs.

"You are aware that you have put her in grave danger, right?" Patrick inquires. Scarlet's face is filled with worry and confusion.

"Of course I am aware. And I intend to return her safely. I know he wants me to bring the documents to his place, but he hasn't specified when or where I must do so. He wants to tease me and keep me waiting. But I don't want to squander my time. That is why I want you to track her phone number as soon as possible before they turn it off." Patrick leaps into action and begins running through his system once more. He got the location after a few clicks.

"Her phone was last active about thirty minutes ago, near 5613, northeast of Rosche's rail yard. It's also a deserted area. A text message was also sent from her phone about twenty minutes ago." When I ask Patrick to trace the number to which it was sent, his voice, like mine, drips with curiosity. How is it possible that a message was sent from her phone after she was kidnapped?

Patrick frowns as he says, "Logan." "It displays your phone number," In a split second, my gaze is drawn to his.

"Apart from that call, I didn't receive any messages from her number," I say as I search through my phone's inbox. I shake my head at him, indicating that I haven't gotten any messages.

"I'll try retrieving it then, hold on," Patrick says as he goes back through the system. He successfully retrieved it after about twenty seconds, and the message displayed shocked me.

Help me.

There was also a map of the area attached. It had to be Lia. She had sent me a text message. But how did I miss it? Patrick quickly opened the location, which displayed the exact address of a building near the Roaches rail yard.

"She was attempting to contact you, Logan. Are you certain you didn't get the message? Because it demonstrates that it was received." Patrick inquires.

"I'm absolutely certain I didn't get it, Pat," I yell at him for no apparent reason. Maybe it's my desire to know, or maybe it's my fear that something bad is happening to her right now. I wouldn't be wasting my time here if I hadn't already received that message. I would have already been there, attempting to reclaim her. I sift through my thoughts, trying to recall where I went wrong.

"Logan, where did you go as soon as you found out Karrie was missing?" Scarlet was the one who decided to question me this time.

"When I realized she had left the church, I went home hoping she would be there, but she wasn't, and that's when I got the call from Herbert saying he has her," I tell Scarlet as calmly as I can. I know she's puzzled as to who Herbert is, but I'm not in the mood to explain.

"Did you have anyone with you when you arrived at your house?" Scarlet asked, which caused me to pause for a moment.

"Natasha. She was present when I received the call." I say quietly, connecting the dots in my head.

"Then it's that b*tch; I'm sure she'd do something like this." Scarlet declares, her fists clenched. I take a breather to calm the rage that has risen within me. I remembered throwing the phone on the couch and going upstairs to get my gun and documents. That had to be the time when she deleted it. How could she? She knew Lia had been kidnapped, but she didn't want me to follow her.

I devised an effective plan to reclaim Lia once I had calmed down.

"Pat, I need your assistance."

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I'm standing in front of the old and deserted warehouse that the location map directed me to. I nod to Pat, who was waiting inside the car, which was parked a few feet away from the building. I take hold of the suitcase in my hand and walk straight to the main door, ready to begin the action. Scarlet's words, which she spoke with teary eyes as we walked out of Patrick's apartment, echo in my mind as I take each step forward.

"Logan, please bring back my friend."

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