Chapter 39 Captured By An Unexpected Surprise

We have just left the cabin in search of the other. The weather has not been playing in our favor and it seems that it is only going to get worse. Time is definitely not on our side anymore as I have no idea what fucking Karlo s intention is with Trinity. This was supposed to be a simple arranged marriage but Vic just messed the whole damn thing up.
It has been two hours, fifteen minutes, and twenty seconds that Trinity has been gone.
We have not even gotten half a mile into our direction, and there is the distinctive sound of a gun that begins cocked right behind me.
The boys have all no gone nervous and I am fucking shit scared to turn around and see who I am face with. But all I do is wait for the person to make himself known. Let us just hope he does not blow my head off before I can even say a word.
To say that the hunt for Trinity has not become a complete circus, well that would be a lie. Now I am glad the girl is not here to listen to me saying it. But. Fuck. I wish the woman was here now.
Though we need to focus on whom, well I am hoping is only one person that has his gun firmly pointed at our backs. We checked this goddamn cabin from back to front and there was not a single soul. Do you want to tell me that someone was lurking in the shadows all the time?
Ya, Colton, how can you be so fucking careless.
And next is what we expected, "Drop your weapons and move. If you breathe as much as one too many breaths, I will fucking kill you."
Now there is the incredible urge to turn around and see who this brave soul is and if he is alone as well, but I value this face and all those body parts that are going to give my princess pleasure the moment I goddamn find her.
Ya, I am thinking of sex while I am being taken captive.
So, It has been five minutes since we have been captured. Five minutes took too long already. Five minutes that are wasted finding Trinity. Take no prisoner, leave no one alive. Well, that was what you were trained as a Marine. There was a very good reason why I only ever but have Marines in my employment. They live by honor, courage, and commitment. These boys shall give their life to anyone even if the asshole does not deserve it. But let us just put Karlo in a completely different class.
My heart is beating and pumping the adrenaline at a steady pace. A steady pace three fractions too fast. Three factions that have you on the edge of your toes. And that is where you should be. Alert and pumped up. This is what Marine training and that of a bodyguard leads us up to. Not the missions where you can sit back easily saying that, hey, look what I have done. No, these ones will take every skill you have and put it into action.
It has now been fifteen minutes since we have been captured. I have never anticipated for this to go so wrong. I should not stand and worry over failure for failure is only but a distraction. A distraction that will get you killed today.
How the fuck could I have been so reckless.
Colton Cruz might get caught with his pants down, but I do not get caught in this way. I am leaning towards Nolan, he is the only one that would have given up our location. But why is he then being forced to our future fate? Perhaps their own distraction. Well, I hope that this is going to take us to Trinity.
It has now been twenty-five minutes since we have been capture, and yet there is no indication as to where we shall make our arrival. At this stage, there is a slight mood of terror that is creeping up on us, for I had a quick glance at the men that are holding us at gunpoint, and ya, they are wearing masks and some large intimidating pump action guns.
The weather has not played much as a friend to us, so we find a great deal of mud. Mud is not what you want. Not what you want when you run. You can not slip, that one second too long that you stand on the floor might be that one second that you do not have. It will be that one minute that you will have a gun pointed at your temple. Now if you are lucky they will let you get up, but my guess is that they will rather trample you into the ground.
So plain to so…we are fucked.
Colton has trained his men for any situation, but this one, well, this has gone up to a completely new terrifying level. So being foolish and rather daring, let us call that the stupid man that I am, I am looking at Mason and Jax that are standing on my left. With eyes that say it all, I give them the instruction that if the opportunity presents itself, that they each need to take out one behind them.
But, I have forgotten to mention the best part of this situation…Vic is shitting his pants.
Ya, the man has remained quiet and not made any rash decisions, but now, I can barely contain my laughter.
It has been thirty-five minutes since we have been captured. I can safely say that we are being taken deeper into the woods, which, as per Nolan s coordinates, would have brought us to the other cabin.
There is no word been said since we have been captured so there is no way in saying who it truly is behind us. I have a fairly good idea of whom all Karlo s men are and that first voice was definitely not one of them.
Then after a long walk dragging our feet through the mud, we are finally told to come to a stop where we are being blindfolded. As we start to make our approach again, from what I can hear it is only but chaos as the voices speak over each other. At this stage, it is all just a big mumble at a pitch too high to understand. But what soon becomes apparent is that we have in fact gotten to somewhere, whether it is the cabin, that I do not know.
It has been forty-five minutes since we have been capture. We are standing in the middle of the woods, this I still know for the mud and shit is everywhere. We are still very much blindfolded and have now I idea who has taken us by force.
But as we approach the group of men closer and closer, the voices seem to fade on down. Well, I can say at this very moment our capturer does not wish for us to know who they are. And then I can hear what sounds like steal chairs being stacked together, we are about to be tied up, if we shall be tortured, that I do not have any answer as well.
With that, they lead us each to a chair and tie us to it very firmly, perhaps once inch too firm for your hand to move comfortably around. Yet, lesson one of being captured…
Shut your fucking mouth.
It has been an hour since we have been capture. Our capturers are yet to make themselves known they taken their conversation far of in the distance from where their words sound only but a mumble.
As I sit tied up at this godforsaken chair, the only thing that is running through my mind is I hope that Trinity is okay. We have lost precious time, though I am not sure if this is where she is also supposed to be.
We played it by the book. No falter. No, fail. How could we have gotten ourselves caught? Did we let our guard down and eased our body and mind? Did we become sloppy and open to danger? Was my obsession to find my princes a distraction and cost us that weak link?
It has been an hour and ten minutes and ticking towards another twenty at a rapid pace, that we are losing our hopes at finding Trinity. We made three mistakes here today…one, we became at ease…two, we turned lowered out weapons the moment we saw the cabin as empty and three, we turned our back on the enemy.
Ya, today we pay the price of losing control of the situation.
But then, in one…two…three I hear the man approach us. Why do I say a man? His footsteps are heavy in the mud, and they are more like strides instead of the small scuffles of a woman. I can hear how the rain is beating down on a raincoat. Though one thing I do sense is that this man does not hold confidence. By the way he is breathing, one can safely say that he is just as terrified as the rest of these men sitting next to me.
Well, for me, terror has left my body. All that consumes my being is finding Trinity.
So, while guns are being pointed against the back of our heads, our blindfolds are being loosened. In front of me is the view of a man that I have grown to hate a long time ago.
Not even giving a fuck what the consequences shall be, I speak out of my turn. "Ah, Angelo, now tell me to what do you owe this fucking pleasure?