“You know he is going to find me?” I asked the guy that sat beside me.
“Shutup.”
“What's the whole deal anyway?” I asked because I was f*****g tired being in the dark of all this. This is literally the second time I'm being kidnapped or taken. I sat comfortably, I mean, the seat was comfortable as hell.
“The whole deal is for you to shut up!” He said.
I folded my arms around my chest, “Why am I being kidnapped?”
All of this way funny, way too funny. He looked at me like my eyes popped right out of their sockets.
“You're vital to us.” He calmly said
“How vital?”
“Very vital—enough of the questions.”
“I mean, I know I'm very beautiful, but that doesn't warrant being kidnapped.” I flipped my hair—feeling comfortable in my skin.
He looked at me, I could swear I saw fear flash in h
