Chapter 69: Abducted Best

"At last, my dear, you're finally by my side," Addicus said with menace and with a voice so chilly, it could send icicles down your spine.

Sharon stayed silent. She had constantly told herself that she was no longer afraid of him and this was her chance to prove it to him but, more importantly, to herself.

"What's the matter, my dear? Don't you have anything to say?" Addicus asked, but she remained silent.

"Not even an apology for what you did to me?" Addicus raised his voice and took out his severed hand and raised it at her face.

Sharon looked at his handless arm and then at him, directly into his eyes with a glare filled with hatred for him and pride for what she did to him. She smirked at him and then turned her gaze to the floor, but yet, she remained silent.

Addicus was getting annoyed by this attitude and he snapped. He slapped her across the face twice in quick succession and held her neck in a firm grip.

"You insolent little girl! You disrespectful piece of trash! You won't even respond to me when I speak to you?" He barked aloud.

Sharon stared at him with so much hate and spit out her bloodied saliva all over his face in an act of defiance.

Addicus was frozen still. He took out his handkerchief and wiped his face. This wasn't the reaction he was expecting from her and, quite frankly, it was boring and very upsetting.

"I had a feeling you would be like this. You did say before that you didn't care what I did to you. You said that you had accepted your fate and were ready for whatever it was I had to dish out."

Addicus slowly walked over to the door to the room where he had her locked up.

"...which is why I thought of a way to make our little reunion much more fun."

Addicus opened the door and JJ brought in what seemed like a woman, but her face was concealed by a bag over it. The woman's arms were tied up and JJ dragged her and placed her on her knees in front of Sharon.

"I'm sure you remember your little friend," Addicus said, and pulled off the bag from the woman's head.

***"No, no, no! It can't be!"*** Sharon thought to herself.

"Miga?" The woman called out to Sharon after seeing her face.

"Victoria? This can't be. The police were watching over you guys and Hector kept you away from the shop," Sharon tried to make sense of it all but just couldn't.

"Sharon, I'm scared. I don't..." Victoria began saying but was stopped by a gag in her mouth, put there by JJ.

"That's enough with that. Thank you, JJ. You may leave us now but wait just outside the door."

Addicus instructed and JJ began to leave, but before he did, he walked up to Sharon and whispered in her ear, "I'm really going to enjoy killing this one, but first, I'll have a little fun with her."

This statement made Sharon growl in anger, but JJ just laughed and walked out of the room.

"You monster! You sick bastard! You finally have me at your mercy, isn't that enough for you? Let her go!" She screamed at Addicus.

He looked to his left and his right side and all around the room as if he was looking for who Sharon was speaking to.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Were you speaking to me?" He asked her with his hand on his chest, "I thought you were giving me the silent treatment, but it seems like you've gotten over that. Didn't last long, did it? Now that we're... communicating again, let's say a few things that have been on our minds and get them off our chests. Sound good?"

Addicus asked but Sharon just stared at him with hate and a lone tear escaped the fortress of her eyes.

"JJ?" He called out and the guard came in.

"Take the girl to her room so Sharon and I can talk."

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"Brace for impact. This is going to be a not-so-smooth landing," Spencer announced as he prepared to land the plane.

"Where did you find this guy, Peter? He's off his meds," Chris said to him.

"You know I can hear you, right?" Spencer said to Chris.

"Yes, I do,"

"He's an old buddy that joined the army about a year after you were discharged. He's a bit of a screw loose, but he's one of the best pilots I've ever seen," Peter told Chris.

"One of the best? Not the **best**? Why Peter? You hurt me," Spencer said.

"Okay, I'll tell you what! If you can land this plane safely, then you'll officially become the **BEST** pilot I've ever seen," Peter said to him.

"Challenge accepted!"

And Spencer brought the plane down with so much speed and swiftness, you'd be forgiven for thinking he was trying to kill them, but he landed safely and the plane, after moving for a while, came to a halt.

Spencer turned around and gave Peter a look, waiting for the validation of his abilities.

"Well, it's official, Spence! You're the **best** pilot I've ever seen," Peter said, and gave him a tap on the shoulder.

Chris, on the other hand, wasn't feeling too great and ran out of the plane to puke.

"It seems like your friend got a little airsick," Spencer said mockingly.

"Yeah, it's been a while since he flew on a plane. Thanks for all your help, Spence. Here's a little something for all your troubles," Peter said and handed him a ward of colóns.

"I'm sorry, Peter, but I'm afraid I can't take this. I owed you one, and I did what needed to be done. No payment required."

"Don't look at it as payment. It's more of a little stipend in appreciation for your help. I know you need it. Your wife's about to have another baby and babies aren't cheap, my friend, so just take it," Peter tried to convince him.

"Thank you, but the answer remains no."

"Okay, if you say so," Peter was about to put the money back into his jacket when Spencer held his hands.

"You know what? Maybe I should accept it. It would be rude to reject a friend's gift, and you are right; *babies do cost a lot of money,"* Spencer took the cash.

Peter smiled at him and said his final goodbye.

"Take care of yourself, Spence, and try and be a good dad for your kids. No more drinking, okay?"

"I would do anything for you, Killshot, but to quit drinking is not going to happen."

"Heh! It was worth a shot," And with that, Peter descended from the plane and found Chris still throwing up on a pile of bushes.

"You okay, Chris?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll just need a minute."

Chris was done with vomiting, stood up, and both men began walking out of the airstrip.

"So, where to from here?" Chris asked.

"We need to get to the Bay of Puntarenas and get a boat to take us to Coco's Island," Peter told him.

"That's where your lady friend is?"

"Yeah. I can't wait for you to meet her. You'll love her. She's a firecracker."

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"Come on! Let me out of these chains if you really are a man. I'll cut off your other hand and feed it to you," Sharon screamed at Addicus.

"Damn! You really have become more feisty. But I'm afraid your desperate jabs at my masculinity won't be enough to get you out of those chains," he said to her.

"Then, what will?"

"Oh! I'm so glad you asked. It's no secret how much I desire you, Sharon," Addicus said and touched her lightly across her chest, grazing the fullness of her bossoms, "I've dreamed of the day that I would finally have you in my bed," Addicus walked up behind and played with her golden locks, grabbing a handful and sniffing it lustfully.

"I'm not the monster you think I am. I'll let your friend go and all you'll have to do is give yourself to me."

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Meanwhile, Peter and Chris finally arrived at the Island and drove off to the bunker. Upon arrival, Peter could tell that something had happened. There was smoke and dead bodies all over the place.

"What happened here?" Chris asked.

"Sharon!" Peter said and jumped out of the truck and ran into the bunker to search for Sharon, but she wasn't inside. He ran outside and began screaming her name repeatedly.

"SHARON? SHARON?" He fell to his knees.

"No, no, no, no, I shouldn't have left you. Where are you, Sharon? **WHERE ARE YOU?!**"