Chapter 62 The Mystery Man

…Trinity POV…
Colton should have been back already. He should not be taking so long. I have tried to phone him a few times now, and his phone goes straight to voicemail. Now I am starting to get really worried. There are a million things that are running through my head. What if they took him? What if they killed him? What if they are torturing him? What if, What if, What if.
It takes me only but two seconds to burst out in tears. Even though I know that something might have happened that he cannot talk to me, the thought comes to my mind that he left me. I don't know why but it does. I really wish I did not have my insecurities, but too many people have left me, and I hate for him to be another one.
It is in no time that I leave the boat and turns around to go find him. I know that he told me to stay here and wait for him. Half an hour has passed, and I am definitely not leaving here without him. I know that I am putting myself in danger, but right now, I do not care about it.
It must find Colton.
As I get to the place where we have been staying, I see no sign of him. It does not look like he has been here at all. With as much courage as what I can gather, I go back to where I see him struggling with the man that had the gun.
I slowly peek my head around the corner, but I do not see him anywhere. I can see the packet of groceries that he has been carrying scattered all over the ground. As I finally step around the corner, I do not see him at all. It looks like there was a scuffle.
It feels that our lives, whenever we get it back together that there are going to be something that is going to let us fall apart. I know he is okay, but I cannot stop thinking that he is not. And this is the part that terrifies me the most. I know that Colton can look after himself and that I need not have to worry, but there is something that tells me that this time it is different. This is a different kind of wrong
…Colton POV…
Ya, so I have managed to get my ass caught.
I guess you might think you are the best in the business, but someone will always be better than you. Well, in my own defense, I let my guard down; I got too settled into the life that Trinity and I have built.
Fuck Trinity.
The woman must be so damn worried by now. I just hope, and I know that I should not even count on it, but I hope that she left like I told her to do. I have no idea what Sloane s idea is with her, yet I can only imagine that she will be held for ransom or meet the same fate that I will do.
So it is with absolute amusement that I watch as these two fucking idiots try and take control of me.
"You two are an absolute joke," I laugh at how ridiculously stupid they are. "It's a wonder that you manage to tie me up like this."
The one man that only has been looking on as the other repeatedly beat me, he only but burst out laughing.
"Your dumb ass better hopes that I get not loose from here," I continue to provoke him.
"Whom are you calling dumb ass," the man huffs as he waves his gun in my face.
"You with the dinky toy in your hand."
He takes the grip of the gun and smashes it into my temple again, this time hitting me on the brow. I feel it tear into my flesh deep enough to feel the blood drip down my face.
"All you are doing is soaking that toy in my blood," I mock him.
"That is the whole purpose."
"Are you going to stand here the whole day and hit me with your gun?"
"You are really starting to annoy me. They will be here any time now."
"You fucking idiot," the one man bursts out as she hits the other against the head with his gun.
"Told you," I chuckle to myself. "I did not think there be four of you. It is a pity that I could not bring my own date."
"You are going to wish you dead once they are done with you," the man tries to warn me.
"I already wish I am cause I can't stand looking at your dumbass anymore; maybe put that thing back over my head."
"What am I going to hit then?"
"Is that what you call that?"
"For someone tied to a chair with a gun in your face, you sure have a big mouth."?
"Because someone like me to have nothing to lose if you decide to use those things that you call guns."
"What about that poor girlfriend of yours? Won't she miss you?"
"I see you are more than just a pretty face."
I must remain cool; I don't want them to think that Trinity is a weak point. There are still only two people that would want to see me dead, and I won't be surprised if they the ones that are going to walk through that door. I know the one is Sloane, but who is the other they that they are talking about.
So I am patiently waiting for their mysterious partners in this stupid little kidnap game they are trying to pull off. If they did not tie me up so perfectly, I would have been loose ages ago.
"When are they going to be here?" the man asks the other, "I am tired of babysitting this asshole."
He answers, "Can you stop telling this asshole everything he wants to know. Put the thing back on his head; I think I heard a car. This is about to get interesting."
They place the cover over my head and leave the room. It is pitch dark again. I can hear a scuffle and voices too faint to make out.
Then the door opens again.
I hear four sets of feet.
No one says a word.
Then the blows start to my face. It is not the first guy that is punching me but someone else. His blows come with force; every blow snaps my face in the opposite direction. I am taking a serious beating, my face hurts, and I can feel cuts open randomly on my face. My eyes are starting to swell, almost nearly shut.
Then very much to my horror, he shoots me in my leg, "Aaahhh fuck."
"I told you, you are going to regret it," the man laughs at me.
"You too fucking stupid to have done it yourself," I laugh in return.
Then the mystery man that just walked in speaks. "You can be glad we are not cutting that whoring cock of yours off."
I know the voice, but I cannot place it. Through the zinging in my ears, I cannot make out who it is.
The other man starts pounding on my face again. I don't think I can keep my game face anymore. I am near collapsing, but I am amazed that I have lasted so long. All that keeps me is my determination to get back to Trinity.
"What you say, we let him out of his agony," the mystery man says.
The first mam starts lifting the thing off my head. Through swollen eyes, I can make the faces of four people out. The first two that I know by now and two others that come clearly into focus once my eyes have adjusted to the light.
I can clearly make the face out for Sloane, but then…
"Why the fuck are you here?"