Jacob

"Ooohhhh boss is so gonna beat you up,"

"Shut up! He's fine!"

"Uh-huh, He strictly said he wanted this guy to be, unharmed."

"He's unharmed! Just a bit unconscious..."

I groaned, my eyes opening but still facing darkness. There was no light and I can hear people talking but I can't see anything.

"Shush he's waking up,"

"Close the lights! Pretend to be scary and tough!"

"We are scary and tough tho!"

"Shut up!"

I remembered what happened and fear crept up my spine and tears flooded my cheeks. I act all tough and macho sure but I just don't know how to handle situations like this. I felt the tears dampen my blindfold, my mouth releasing soft hiccups.

"Shit! He's crying! What do we do?!"

"What do you want from me?!" I shouted, voice quivering and tears soaking up the blindfold over my eyes, I hand sand feet are bound so I try to shake them violently.

"Hey, hey hey, does it hurt? Anywhere in particular?" Someone said and I felt someone go in front of me

"No... please just let me go..." I said and there was a collective silence as I heard a door open. The light was turned on and I saw it casting light from behind my blindfold. I shook my hands, even more, bruising against the rope that bound them together to the chair I was sitting in. I tried standing up but the chair didn't even budge one bit.

"Any attempt is futile," a voice so deep and husky said from in front of me. It sent shivers down my spine and goosebumps up my arms. The blindfold was removed from my face and I saw a man standing in front of me he was rugged but in a way that I can tell girls will find sexy. The man was wearing a sleeveless shirt, scars scattered along both arms along with different kinds of tattoos. His face had light stubble along his sharp jawline and dark brown eyes bore into mine. His hair is cut short. His build was muscular, extremely muscular. Girls must swoon over this man a lot.

"So, do you know why you're here?" The guy asked as he sat down on the chair that was placed in front of me.

My heart was beating rapidly and my breaths were coming out in pants. The other men were talking amongst themselves in hushed voices. I gave him a confused look that should hopefully answer his questions because my voice isn't working for me at the moment.

"N-No! I don't know please I didn't do anything!" I said and he looked at me, staring at me as if in a daze. He shook his head regaining composure.

"You didn't but your father sure as hell did." He said with a frown. I was sure that my father had gained a few enemies along his road to success. I knew he had lots of people against him but I never expected them to go after me to get to him.

"I-I...p-please just..." I stuttered not knowing what to say, my tears still falling down my cheeks as I hiccuped pleading him with my eyes. He bit his lips in a smirk and I followed the movement with my eyes, involuntarily might I add.

"Boy, seeing you crying and pleading like you want to get f*cked makes me so damn hard," He said grabbing my cheeks and wiping away the tears. He smirked as his fingers trailed a line from my cheek and downwards. I noticed that the other men had disappeared from the room and it was just the two of us. He leaned closer leaning in my ear to whisper, "Do you want me to f*ck you senseless?"

I shook my head crying even harder, I can't fight them, I can't fight any of them. I was built, I was not thin but I was not muscular enough to stand against any of them.

"Then stop crying your pretty eyes out," he said letting go of my chin gently.

"Bring him up to my room once you're done interrogating him, "He said to the open door said before walking out the room. Two men entered.

"well I'm glad he didn't flip that I had to knock you out," one of them said smiling, "sorry about that by the way." My sobs have turned into mere hiccups at this point but I still can't manage to form any suitable sentences.

"Well we should send him up to Boss' room before he gets mad," the other said untying the ropes that bounded my feet to the chair.

They then led me out of the room and upstairs, in front of a door. They didn't say anything and just stood by the sidelines, watching me carefully.

"Well. go in," I contemplated on running but there's more than twenty of them downstairs and one of me. So I just followed their orders, for now at least.

I entered the dimly lit room and they closed the door behind me, hearing a sigh from behind it. I took the liberty of sitting down on what I'm hoping is the bed. I could only see a bathroom door since it has a small portion of the light coming from beneath it. The guy earlier, whose name is Andrew or Drew (according to the men), is probably taking a shower. I laid down on the bed and started at the ceiling. The place was not too bad, a middle-class family house at the least.

I heard a door open and close before the light in the room was turned on. I sat up and looked at the man that stood before me. It was Andrew, but this time with a lot fewer clothes and only a towel, which is hanging dangerously low, separates his shaft and my eyes. I shifted in the bed as I felt my jeans growing a bit tighter and my mini-me growing very excited at seeing his defined torso.

The f*ck?! Why am I getting aroused at seeing a hot guy half-naked? I am a hundred percent sure that I am not gay, so why am I aroused at the sight of this man? am I turning into a man whore, who have sex with both genders? No?! get a grip of yourself Jacob and control that Belgian sausage in those pants. It's normal for being aroused when seeing a hot dude, right? It's just like appreciation or something.

"Why am I here?" I asked Drew as he removed the towel from his waist, leaving him stark naked and me with flushed cheeks.

I can't move nor avert my gaze from his shaft that is hard at the moment. It was an incredible size, really incredible.

"you can touch it you know," The guy said with a smug voice, I huffed and turned to look the other way while he just chuckled. "I mean I'm not gay but you're quite pretty for a guy."

It's fine, I'll be okay. He said he's not gay too so it must mean he's just messing with me. It must mean he's just messing with me.

I heard a closet opening and shuffling of clothes before the bed dipped beside me. I felt arms wrap around my waist and pulled me into a muscular chest, which is covered by a shirt. He pulled us down the bed and I started quivering in fear. The arm that was holding me rested on my stomach and his arm underneath me pulled me closer towards him. His other hand snaked around my waist securing me in place.

I try to escape again and again but he just pulled me back to his chest and hugged me as I tried to escape his grip. I gave up and he chuckled against my ear sending another wave of hot shivers down my spine. I started wriggling in his grasp.

"You're a virgin aren't you?" He asked and I stopped, stunned.

"Wha-? How?"

"I will take your ass right here and now if you don't sit still," he said and I instantly stiffened, tears threatening to spill out once more.

"I th-thought yo-you were straight," I stuttered against his weirdly warm chest. Against the coldness of the room, I guess in his hold isn't such a bad thing.

"Yeah, but who cares honestly," I was about to say that for the sake of my virginity that yes, I do care if he was gay or not. I would like to save the first time for my wife, please.

He didn't do anything else and just hugged me as he slept. I looked at the window to see that it had railings behind it. The door is so close yet his hold is as tight as metal. I sighed, it seems that I'm stuck here for the time being, and hey it's could be much worse. They could've kept me in a basement, locked me up, and never feed me or let me see the light of day this isn't so bad." Stop thinking and sleep," he grumbled and I looked at him. Dark bags were underneath his eyes.

When I woke up I felt a warm tingly feeling coming from behind me and I snuggled closer to it. The source of the warmth chuckled before everything that happened yesterday came back to me like a crashing waterfall. I quickly tried to crawl away from him only to be pulled back into his chest.

"Why do you keep struggling?" He asked as he buried his face deeper into my neck. Shiversgoing down my entire body as I felt his lips on my neck, his hot breath fanning over the skin.

"Cause I'm not gay," I said childishly. "AND! You kidnapped me!"

"It was all for a good reason, trust me," he frowned, still holding me in his arms. I don't know why but seeing him frown, instead of the smirk that he keeps on showing me, it's weird and I want to turn it upside down. God, did I just think that? This man is bad for my thoughts I have to plan my escape and fast. I turned my back at him as we continue to lay there on his bed.

"But I don't know what it is, there's just something about you," He said and I saw it, the adoration, the affection, the emotion that he is showing through his eyes.

No! this could all be just an act, he could be lying. He could just be trying to get to me to get to the money that comes with my family name. We lay there for a few more minutes, him just rubbing slow circles on my hip. It was soothing.

He sighed and stood, walking towards his wardrobe and changed his clothes before walking out of the room. I have work today and yet, I'm here with a bunch of dangerous men Mr. Yu is going to be ballistic. I stood up and walked out of the room as well. I saw Andrew descending the stairs, I followed after him. He went to the kitchen and we saw this bulky man trying, and failing to cook a grilled cheese sandwich.

"You're gonna burn it," I said walking up to him and turning down the heat.

"Oh really? I don't really know how to cook anything." He said and let me take over. I cooked giving him pointers here and there, by the end of it he was doing it all on his own. I turned back around and saw Andrew looking at me with a smile.

"You cooking looks so endearing," My face flushed at the comment.

"What? It's just simple grilled cheese," I said giving him a plate as he shrugged. I looked towards the main exit and saw a pair of guards keeping watch. Hey, if I'm stuck here for God knows how long, might as well behave and not prompt them to just murder me.

"When will I be able to leave?" I asked seriously, sitting down across of him. He dropped the smile and a frown was back on his face.

"Can't tell, when it's all over we'll let you go. And hopefully, when that happens, you won't hate us." He said somewhat vaguely, it left me wondering, I mean I don't hate it right now but I don't necessarily like it as well.

"But, I have work," I said and Andrew sighed mid-bite.

"Fine, I'll accompany you myself." He said, standing up and brushing the crumbs off of his slacks. He was wearing a light blue polo under a black coat. Some might say he was overdressed for my workplace but I guess it would have to do.

"Wa-wait are you sure?" I asked and he looked at me narrowing his eyes.

"Look, I'll be frank and say that I'm only doing this because I like you," he said standing to his full height in front of me. "Try and do anything funny, we'll go back here and I won't let you out for a long time." With that, he left the kitchen just as his other men started coming in.

I immediately started following Andrew as he got to his car. He handed me a blindfold and I diligently pulled it over my eyes. I heard the car door rattle and for the rest of the ride, I just sat there in complete darkness. "Can you take me to my home first?" I asked and he hummed in agreement taking the blindfold off after driving for a few straight minutes.

We rode in complete and utter silence and I tried making casual talk in the car. "So...Did you kidnap me cause you think I'm hot then?" I asked and he chuckled, his features relaxing.

"Sure, I saw your ass and just knew it had to be mine," He said looking sideways towards me to wink.

"Alright that was not the best question I admit," I laughed as well, "How old are you?" I asked and he raised his eyebrows, tapping the steering wheel.

"First date questions Jacob?"

"Just answer it!"

"Alright alright, I'm 24, you?"

I was genuinely shocked at how a 24-year-old guy is already a leader of some syndicate.

"Uhm, 21,"

The rest of the drive went on like that, with both of us asking questions back and forth. Admittedly, they do sound like first date questions. When we arrived, I saw that the door to my house was open.

"Did you leave the door open?!" I shrieked as I bolted out of the car to my house. I didn't expect to see my sister to actually be there hunched over my phone that was on the floor.

"Jake?! I was so worried! You weren't answering my calls!" She was frantic as she picked up my phone and showed me the screen, a total of 150 missed calls and 200 texts from her and my parents. They were used to me answering immediately after the text or at least pick up their call so it's no wonder they freaked when I didn't. I didn't know what to say and the situation only got worse when Andrew stepped in front of the door frame looking at my sister in shock.