Michael's POV :
This was insane as fuck.
Where in the world were we going to get forty million dollars? If I were to sum up everything that I had worked for since the first day I became the Michael Roy with my successful band boys, maybe it would be over a billion dollars. But no. I got to spend and helped others, charity and stuff ofcourse. And those psychos were too damn greedy they forgot to use their fucking brains, if they ever had one. Did it ever cross their insane minds that maybe, just maybe, twenty million dollars each was way too much? I highly doubted if Andria could produce that amount of money. She just started her career last year. So how were we going to give them what they wanted? Shit. I couldn't let them lay even a tip of their finger on her skin. And after what I did to one of them, they might kill me.
That was probably him that we heard talking about doing something on me and her. I should have just killed him. But I was no killer.
We had to escape. But how? She was wounded.
I turned my head to look at her. She was not asleep, her eyes were dull and sad as she stared blankly at the window above us. Her lips were now pale, her hair was messy and tangled. But somehow, she still looked so beautiful. God I felt so guilty about her being shot, I just took the chance of him being distracted by the birds and acted without thinking twice. I never thought he would pull the trigger. That was supposed to be me being shot, not her. It fucking hurted seeing her cry and wince in pain. And through it all, she still took the blame for all of this, saying its her fault that we were here. I would never blame her, she took me to a very special place, where she told me that she loved me and that she trusted me. And with that, I was more than happy. The ones to blame were those psychos in mask.
The one with a broken mask went out & after five minutes , door opened agin & another one of them came walking in with a phone on his hand.
"Your friend Jay here wants to talk to you." he said. A mask was still covering his face.
I stood up quick and took the phone out of his hand. "Jay, is that you?"
"Man, Are you and Andria alright?"
"I.. I--" Once I raised my gaze, the man in mask had his gun already pointing on Andria's temple.
"Say something else and she's dead." he said straight.
Bloody hell. I couldn't tell him anything more. How was I supposed to tell him that we were in the nearest forest somewhere near a lake. Somewhere in Morgan Hill.
"Michael?" Jay said on the other line.
"Mate I am sorry I can't tell you anything more, just please help us here. Ask for help to get us out of here." the phone was being snatched out of my grasp just before I could finish. "They're gonna kill us!" I yelled just so he could still hear.
"Okay, we've already talked about this. Don't tell the police or else, they will be sent back to you.. In pieces." he paused for a while as Jay replied. "Ok just leave it there and they will be released." Another pause. "Enough talk." And he pressed the end call.
Fuck.
I hoped they wouldn't get hurt. I hoped these psychos would stick to their words and set us free. I hope the police would find a way to hunt them and put them in jail. Too many hopes ran through my mind. Because that was all I could do for now. To hope, and pray that things would turn out right. Because I couldn't stand seeing her like this, weak and scared.
I pulled her close to me, setting her head into my chest as she leaned her back on me. "Michael, I'm scared."
I tilted my head back a bit. Trying to hold back the tears that were about to fill my eyes. "Does your wound still hurt Andria?"
She nodded slowly. "Yes. And it's getting worse."
The words she said stinged my heart. She was hurt and I couldn't do anything to help her. I swallowed a lump in my throat, I felt so much worthless.
"I-is there anything I can do? To lessen the pain?" I said, letting our cheeks touch as I whispered.
"Just stay here beside me Michael. That's more than enough for me." She glanced back at me, our lips brushed as she turned her head. She was so beautiful. Her sad gray eyes stared at me, and I couldn't help but feel my deepest love for her.
I cupped her cheek. "I can't wait for us to get out of here."
A small smile formed on her lips. "Me too." she whispered. Her breath ghost over mine, and I didn't fight it. I pressed my lips on her soft lips as she reached for the nape of my neck and pulled me closer. I knew this wasn't the right time for this but I couldn't help it.
Her lips were so soft as I wrapped my lips around her bottom one. And it made me want her even more. My arm snaked around her waist, pulling her even more as I slipped my tongue inside her mouth. Our chests quickly started rising and falling against each other. And suddenly, I forgot everything around me. Her soft kiss and warm body was taking me further as I slowly laid her down on the floor, feeling every inch of her small body.
But I was ripped out of erotic scene as she winced in pain caused by her wound.
I quickly pulled away from her. "I'm so sorry Andria."
"No, it's alright Michael." she said, forcing a smile on her lips. Fuck, I never wanted to stop kissing her.
Her eyes widened as her eyes saw something behind me. When I turned my head,I saw one of them leaning on the doorframe as he gulped down his beer...