Chapter 2: Princess (Claire's POV)
"Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out!" I had been chanting the same thing since we left and I don't know about Leo but Flynn sure was frustrated with me.
"I'm gonna crash this fucking car I swear to god," he mumbled under his breath.
"Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out," I sang.
"I'm gonna kill her," he said to Leo.
"I would let you but I can't," he shrugged, his feet up on the dashboard as he stared out the window.
"Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me-" I gasped when Leo jumped and crawled into the backseat beside me. I stared at him while he sat beside.
"I will tape your mouth shut," he threatened.
"Let me out," I said through gritted.
He rolled his eyes before moving closer and placing his hand on the back of my neck.
No! I knew what he was doing!
You know how movies show you grabbing the back of someone's neck and they immediately fall asleep like they've been hypnotized? Yeah! That's actually possible! It's called a wind pool point and you can find it easily if you follow the groove behind your ear.
"Get off of me!" I yelled, pushing him off.
"This can be really easy or really hard. You're not gonna shut up so you can just let me put you to sleep or I can just do it." I huffed and glared at him with all my might, sitting still. His thumb sat behind my ear and he slowly moved it up. "See? There we go," he smirked before pressing down.
It hurt slightly before it began tingling and then my eyes got heavier and then droopier, and then I blacked out.
I woke up, god knows where. Nice house though. I winced, grabbing the back of my neck. It still tingled. I rubbed my eyes while slowly sitting up. I was lying on a couch in a giant living room.
"Morning."
I gasped and jumped up, looking at Flynn who popped up behind me. "You're not the one who kidnapped me," I said through gritted teeth, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Kidnapped? Really?" he deadpanned.
"Where is he?" I asked.
"Who?" he played dumb.
"Leo Jackson," I glared.
He winced, "Yeah, we were sort of hoping you'd forget who brought you here," he mumbled.
Is he serious?
"How does one forget Leo Jackson?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" he questioned.
"I mean, he's Leo Jackson. Isn't everyone supposed to be terrified of him and remember who he is?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
"Are you terrified of him?" he asked, lifting a brow at me.
"I should be. I don't know why I'm not. Anyway, where is he?" I stood.
"Right here." I looked up at the staircase that he descended.
"You!" I pointed at him, "You're a freaking psychopath! You're insane! You-"
He quite literally pulled out the tape and smacked it over my mouth. I stared at him wide-eyed before ripping it off. Ouch.
"You-" Another piece of tape.
"Just shut up," he deadpanned.
I flipped him with the finger but he didn't seem bothered in the least. I took the tape off slowly this time before licking my lips. "Can I please just go home?" I whined.
The front door dinged before swinging open. Two security guards walked in with four suitcases in their hands, two each. "Jesus Christ," one of them mumbled.
"How long is she supposed to stay?" Flynn asked.
"Hopefully not as long as we're thinking," Leo answered.
I glared at him while the security guards went up the stairs and disappeared down a hall. "I will stay here for zero-days if you let me," I complained.
"You do realize we're getting paid just to keep you here, right?" Flynn asked. I stared at them, my mouth agape. Leo glared at him and he realized he probably wasn't supposed to say that. "Oops. I'll go make lunch," he grinned before leaving.
"How come I'm not getting paid to stay here?" I scoffed.
"Because you're going to be safe. You get safety, we get money," Leo answered.
"So, what? You're gonna be like my bodyguard?" I lifted an eyebrow at him.
"More like your kidnapper," he answered.
"What?" I asked.
"You're not allowed to get out of here until we're done with this deal."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me, god!" I screamed up at the ceiling.
"It's not very nice to curse at god," he said.
"Shut up. Like seriously, just shut up," I rolled my eyes.
He rolled his eyes right back before disappearing somewhere. I followed him because if I didn't I would definitely get lost in this mansion. We got to the kitchen where Flynn was heating mac n' cheese.
I'll go make lunch, my ass.
I sat down on the barstool, leaving one empty between Leo and I. I slumped in my seat, putting my head down. Let's get logical, Claire. You're here, so is your stuff, you don't have a choice, they might kill you if you try escaping, which I will eventually, but for now... let's be tactful.
"Princess," Flynn said.
I looked up and he slid over a bowl of mac n' cheese. "What's with the nickname?" I mumbled.
"You act like one," he shrugged.
"A spoilt one at that," Leo said. I turned to him, shooting him daggers.
"You probably haven't eaten lunch, eat up," Flynn nodded at me. He's the nice one.
No shit, Claire.
I ate with a frown the entire time while they talked about some shit I wasn't listening to. I finished and stood up, going to the sink where I washed and dried my dishes. I turned to Flynn.
"I'll put that inside," he nodded.
"Where do I go now?" I asked.
"To your room," Leo said.
I glared at him, "And where exactly is that?" I huffed.
Flynn chuckled while Leo rolled his eyes and stood up. He began heading to the stairs and I followed. He walked up and turned to the left hallway.
This place is fucking huge.
At the end of the long-ass hallway, he stopped. There were two doors, directly across each other. "That one's yours, this one's mine. Flynn stays down the other hallway," he said.
"What the hell are the other three rooms?" I asked, looking at the multiple doors.
"Guest rooms," he answered while pushing my door open.
"How many guests do you get?" I asked. Three guest rooms down each hallway. That's six guest rooms.
"Not that many." I ignored the confusion and followed him into the room. It was all navy blue. The walls, the bedding, the carpets. "Your suitcases are right there, unpack your stuff."
"Who packed it in the first place?" I questioned.
"Your dad got someone named Jillian to do it."
Our housemaid. Traitor. I thought we were friends, Jillian.
"Please don't make yourself at home," he said before turning around and leaving.
I waited ten seconds before running to the window behind the desk. I know I'm up a floor, but what if I can climb down? I'm not fucking Jessica Alba from spy kids, but I can try. I'll probably break something. I pushed the window open and threw my head out. I looked left, then right, then down. "Holy shit," I exhaled. We're up higher than I thought.
"You can't jump through there, you'll fracture more than just your leg." I almost fell out when his voice startled me but I got a grip. I turned around and glared at him. "I was kind of hoping you'd fall out," he smirked.
"You are such a piece of shit," I replied, closing the window and sitting on the bed.
"Open that carefully next time. Check if anyone's out there," he said.
"Why?" I questioned.
"You might open it without looking and be shot dead."
"Was that a joke?" I asked. He shrugged. "I don't like jokes," I rolled my eyes.
"I don't like you," he shrugged.
I showed him the finger once again while grabbing my suitcase and opening it. I pulled the closet open. It's a double door closet. It's fucking huge. I patted my back pocket to take out my phone but it wasn't there. I turned to him while he held it in his hand, going through it.
"Putting your birthday as the password is very unoriginal, Claire," he said without lifting his eyes.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting to get kidnapped and have someone go through my phone," I hissed.
"You should with what your dad does," he said, looking up at me.
"What my dad does is none of my business," I replied.
"It is when it could get you killed." I stared up at him. "You do know that he gambles, right?"
I stood up and walked over to him. "I know he does it with your dad."
He seemed amused. "I know how to defend myself," he paused, "You don't, princess," he teased.
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Chapter two
So much hate between the two. Yeesh.
next chapter: sweet tooth
I don't have one.
do you?