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Montgomery Billionaire Series

Page 153

by Michelle Love


  I felt a piece of cloth covering my mouth and my body being jerked back into somebody else's. I tried to scream at the top of my lungs thinking that someone would hear being yourself it is broad daylight but there was no one around. They pick me up and threw me in the back of a car. The cloth is now tied in the back of my head so that I couldn't make a sound. Tears stream down my face because I felt so hopeless.

  Why is this happening to me?

  I managed to push the cloth out of my mouth and yelled for help as loud as I could. Something hit me over the head and everything started going to black.

  Arsen

  I got a text from Lola saying that she saw Anabella's mom watching her at the bank when she went to deposit the money. This just put us at a major lead in finding out who exactly stole the money. You have this new gang in town who wants to I'm the biggest and the best around town but to become that they would have to take us down because that's our spot. Anabella and her mom were both out to get us because of the deaths of their horrible husband/father. There are two groups of people out to get us right now and either they're just trying to get what they want individually or they're working together.

  I'm sick of trying to play nice when it comes to these people who threaten my life and play with my money. I don’t take kindly to threats. If you threaten me or ruin any source of my income, you will lose your life.

  “Donnie, get their information now! We’re ending this tonight” I screamed angrily.

  “What do you want us to do, boss?” One of the members, Jacob, asked me.

  “What do you think? Start loading the guns and packing them up. We’re going on a man hunt tonight and we won’t rest until we find who stole from us”

  “Got ya’, boss!” Jacob nodded and went into the back with a couple of guys.

  “Pete, take the others to go fill up the trucks with gas” I instructed. “David, you stay with me”

  “Sure thing, boss” Pete said. The rest of the members followed him out of the back door.

  "David, why do people keep trying us? All we ask is that people stay out of our way and we'll stay out of theirs but some people are too dumb to even respect that. So, they deserve to lose their life." I started to pace around.

  "I'm not sure but what I do know is that they've messed with the wrong team and everyone can use this as an example of what not to do when it comes to messing with us," David responded.

  I picked up a glass and threw it against the wall. That's how frustrated I was. Hearing the glass shatter as it broke sort of calmed me down. It made me think clearly again. If we were going to take down the enemy we would have to be calm but also have an amazing plan. Rule #1 of our personal cartel business is to never let the enemy get away with anything.

  Lola

  I woke up in the back seat of a car, my hands attached to my head from the heavy pounding. My wrists were tied together and so were my ankles. I fully opened my eyes to see some random man driving at a slow pace, his face was very emotionless in the rear view mirror and his hand was gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly.

  “Why am I in here?” I asked lowly. He paid no attention, he kept his eyes on the empty road ahead. “WHY?!” I yelled.

  “WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?” He screamed, gripping the steering wheel tighter than before. “God, you dumb bitch! You just woke up and the first thing you do is talk”

  “Well what do you expect me to do when I’ve been kidnapped?” I mumbled rolling my eyes. “Who the hell are you and why are you kidnapping me?!”

  “Shut….. up” His voice was very stern and demanding, intimidating as well.

  The car came to an abrupt stop and the next thing I know I was being snatched out of the car by multiple people and being dragged into some random house.

  I'm not sure where I am right now but I don't like it. I'm not safe here and all I want right now it's just to be with Arsen. Whoever kidnapped me brought me to a house, wake me up stairs, and made me sit in a room that has nothing but a rollaway bed and a window. It's cold and has very little light. I think they may have done the attic.

  What did I ever do to deserve this?

  Arsen

  It was finally dark outside so the plan was in full effect. My guys tracked down the new gang’s clubhouse. We also found out the computer that was used to steal money from our banks IP address linked back to that same clubhouse address. Not only was that new gang the one stealing from us, that house that have their clubhouse meetings in is in fact Anabella’s mother house. I guess Anabella and mother called in for backup when they realized I wasn’t afraid of them.

  It took two trucks to fit all of us. We drove about 5-10 minutes away from one another so no one would be too suspicious. When we all arrived we huddle. There was going to be a group of people going through the front door and another going through the back. We all drew our guns and got of the trucks. The backyard went around to the back door already, my group was now approaching the front door.

  “1... 2... 3…” I yelled and kicked the door in. We all ran in with our guns and demanding that everyone got on the ground. We went all around the house rounding everybody inside downstairs. Once we all had them backed into a corner and we all smiled.

  “Hi, Anabella” I chuckled as she tried to hide behind the others. “Bye, Anabella”

  Everyone just started shooting at the crowd of people and we didn’t stop until each and everyone of them were dead. I shook my head at the gruesome scene and ordered for everyone to start collecting the drugs and money.

  After we collected all of their things we ran out back towards the trucks. Just as we were driving away Anabella’s mother appeared on the scene. I shot at her through the window but didn’t look back to see I killed her or not.

  We got back to the clubhouse to discard of the clothes we were wearing and to clean the guns. After everyone was cleaned up and changed we opened the bags to see exactly how much we got from them. I gave David the pleasure of counting the money and Pete the honor of seeing how much drugs we took.

  “They had exactly 55 thousand dollars sitting around like it was nothing” David said and all of the guys cheered. It always felt amazing coming into a shitload of money.

  “We managed to get 4 bricks of cocaine, as well” Pete said and the guys cheered once again. This was amazing.

  My phone began to ring and the room got really quiet. I let it ring two more times and finally answered.

  “Hello?” I asked.

  “Yes, is this Mr. Arsen Lockhart?” a man answered on the other end.

  “This is him” I replied bluntly.

  “Hi, this is detective John Downey from the city’s police department. We found a corvette registered under your name completely empty on the side of the road.”

  “WHAT?!” I questioned.

  “Yes, sir. Is this your car? It had a flat tire and the driver’s door was slightly left open” the detective said and my heart dropped.

  “My.. my girlfriend was driving it. Are you sure you guys didn’t see her?”

  “No, sir. The car was completely missing. Your girlfriend is missing.” I dropped the phone from my ear and stood there in complete shock.

  To be continued….

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