Chapter 40

JOHN'S POV

3 days.

It's been 3 fucking days and there was no sign of her. We tracked the license plate as far as we could but then he got rid of the car.

He still had the cell phone on him so we had that going for us but it was pinging off 3 different cell towers!

There were too many places to search so Jason was holes up trying to pinpoint a specific search area.

I had kept the important thing I'd bought in my pocket, hoping it will bring us some luck and hope. My head was fucking with me,it kept conjuring with the worst case scenario.

It killed me not knowing what is happening to her right now.

JASMINE'S POV

Michael had kept me locked in here for 3 days. The ropes were digging into me and I hadn't eaten. So obviously am a cranky bitch right now.

"Why? why did you take me?" I asked Michael as he entered the room.

"2 reasons. Number one,I knew it would piss your boyfriend off. And two,I was ordered to. I prefer the first reason though". Michael chuckled.

"Who ordered you to?"

"I could tell you but instead, I'll let him introduce himself".

The door opened again.

"Hello Jasmine".

"Nooooooooo!!"

I started thrashing around in the seat, trying to get out.

"Michael,can I have a beautiful moment with my supposed step daughter".

Michael walked out, shutting the door.

"it's been a long time, Jasmine". he leaned down to my level.

"Go to hell!" I grit out.

"Oh sweetheart,I've already been. Thanks to you".

"You deserved it you sick psychopath! it wasn't enough for you to kill my mom because she refused to date you isn't it? You already killed her aren't you satisfied.

"You didn't love my mom because if you really love her,you won't hurt her".

Just tying up loose ends,tell me how is your precious baby sister doing. What is her name again.

Ohhhhhhhhhh Ella.

"Don't you dare touch my sister!". I said with tears forming in my eyes. He tried wiping my tears with his bloody filthy hands which I dodged.

"It can be arranged" he backhand me in the face rendering me unconscious again.

When I woke up,my hands were untied. I ran to the door and tried to open it.

Locked.

I started pounding on it, screaming for them to let me out. The bolt unlatched and I push the door. I tried to run but Michael caught me and threw me back down.

The concrete was hard on my back and the force knock the wind out of me.

Coughing,I tried to get up. Owen walked in and sent Michael out again. He kicked me in the stomach which hurts so bad that tears filled my eyes.

He then put his hand behind his back and pulled out a gun, aiming at me.

"I told you it could be arranged".