The billionaire's hostage

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ook around the airport hoping to catch sight of my housing agent who is meant to pick me up from

in my phone but I decide to wait for the agent for a while before heading out. My phone dings and I quickly check it only to see it's from Noah asking if I have gotten to my place. Although he is just a fe

n the first ring. "Is this the next big aut

ct indifferent, the thought of having my b

of the trunk of his ancient trunk and shake my head. Noah will rather chew

gent. His phone is not

? I don't think you should be walking around in the dark especially in a city you're new to.

t worry." I assure hi

and I stand up and tighten

e apartment number and door pin are all there so I decide not to waste any more time. Dragging my two suitcases behind me, I walk out of the

thankfully, the driver h

ddress the agent gave me. The driver furrows his eyeb

ity is surely different from my town, Rio Verde. I can already imagine my mom making dinner, the sheriff hunting down teenagers planning their next party,

and in dire need of repairs. The alleys send shivers down my spine and I wonder how the apartment I'm to stay

he side mirror simultaneously. I alight the taxi, half hoping he will help me with my bags bu

before the smell gets worse, only to be met with a small cubicle that has a number of similarities with a high school restroom. The wall of the elevator has stains on them, stains that looks like they've been

ferent footwear but I don't pay them any attention. I punch in the passcode the agent gave me but it doesn't work. My heart rate begin to slow down and I take a deep breath. I conclude that it's the ne

r. I check the apartment number for the fift

open by a child not more than six. The large brow

appear behind the child, dragging him by his ear. "Go and t

'm looking for.." I have no wor

re you?" The woman asks glancing

gent and I was given this address. I-I.. the

tes the sentence. Saying it out loud f

s, "Look sweetie, I would advice you find somewhere to spend the night for now. Being out by this tim

is a wron

wrong apart

k to the death trap elevator while searching for the closest hotel to stay. I guess this

sign of a taxi. The few people on the road hurry to their destinations. I say a short prayer and increase my pace. My arms aching from the l

if I should've just begged the woman in Apartment 12 to let me stay the night but who will let a stranger stay in their place

e head to toe and shrugs. "Sheila will be out in a second. She went to the bathroo

ank

bags inside the cart. I head over to the waiting area and try

h a nasty scowl on her face. I look at who she was barking at only to see a man identical to her already carrying the towels. "How many nights are you st

ht." She nod

ll be an

undred dollar bill. She tears out

by your left. Feel free to use

t missing. I close my eyes and count to five before looking around. I am r

the cart that was

Ca

"Two girls directed me to keep my ba

e, "Marcelo!! Those brats ha

bb

ith pity in his eyes. "I thought they were behind bars." He said. He and She

robbed?" I ask. She

e. First, it started with petty theft and they eventually started robb

ts into knots, and my mind races with worst-case scenarios. My breath is c

I have lost everything. I quickly rush out of the Inn hoping to at least see the girls but the street

not in