Chapter 71: Untitled Chapter

GIANNA

Fully dressed in jeans that actually fit and a light blue sweater that clung to my curves and felt comfortable. I was more than ready to go back home, Jax hadn't come to pick me up yet, so I had nothing to do except wait.

They'd provided me with the appropriate clothes for this kind of weather, the same as theirs all in my size, which I suddenly realized they could have given me at any time, but had instead intentionally had me walking around the cabin with barely there clothes just because they could.

Easy access; their words. Jerks!

My fur coat and jumpsuit I placed on the bedside, both have been laundered and folded neatly. The clothes smell of soft smelling lemony detergent unlike the jeans, muffler, beanie and sweater which are all new by the smell and look of them.

Blowing my still damp hair with the hair dryer, I sit my butt on the edge of the bed, my eyes glance at the phone in the middle of the bed.

I turn off the hair dryer, unconsciously biting my lip as a thought occurs to me. I have my phone now. I could call my family or I could call for help if I want. It was after all what I had wanted not long ago.

For a few seconds I consider it. I considered calling the cops and reporting them, the problem is, I…couldn't. I couldn't for the life of me understand why. I don't know if it's Stockholm syndrome or what, but something was stopping me.

I wonder though if I wasn't being stupid by believing Jax and Dane. What if everything they told me was a lie, what if they knew who I was way before they even kidnapped me, what if this is also part of their plans.

What if while I was here having mind blowing sex with them they had already threatened my family and had already received the ransom.

I contemplated on what I should do, if I should call my grandma Bridget or Tessa, find out everything that happened since I went missing, or if I should wait until we leave this place, see if they were telling me the truth.

I could also call my aunt Layla and investigate, she's always by my grandmother's side when she's not working at the office. She might know best about the situation at home.

The problem is while my mind is urging me to do exactly what I had first planned to do. Be the logical cold woman I was known to be and call the cops.

Strangely my heart refused to believe the guys had lied to me, I was or rather still is a distrustful person so to think I'm reluctant to call the cops when it's the most logical thing to do was beyond me.

Another thing to consider was what if everything they told me was the truth which in my heart I believe it was, why else would they have given me back my phone they certainly aren't stupid.

Or maybe it's just that I want to believe them despite my mind telling me not to.

What if I end up calling the cops reporting them and they got arrested and sent to jail, that would be going back on my word not that they deserve my loyalty or anything but they'd never hurt me

They only gave me pleasure and a freedom to be who I am even if it was brief, the memories I have with them will always be right there in my head.

For that alone I could never bring them harm, just the thought of them getting arrested has my chest suddenly tight.

I know that I can't hurt them as long as they didn't mean to harm me or my family. Which somehow I know deep in my heart they don't. Hence why I can't call the cops.

Besides I don't want nor need the scrutiny that I would undoubtedly be subjected to by the cops if it ever came to light that I was kidnapped by escorts, not to mention if it accidentally got leaked to the media.

God knows I'd rather leeches suck on my blood than deal with those soul sucker's.

Being Bridget Brooks granddaughter certainly has its pecks, but there's also drawbacks.

I couldn't, wouldn't have chosen a different family despite my upbringing even if I were given the chance to choose. Though I wish some things were different, still the pros far outweighs the con.

The problem of being part of a well known rich family is the lack of privacy in your personal life.

I still haven't forgotten how the media made my life hell after I made Colton's cheating video viral and broke up the engagement six years ago.

The momentary relief I got from my revenge didn't last long.

In the end I was just a rich vindictive brat who got cheated on and dumped days before her wedding. While I didn't care much about the criticism and name calling from the media.

I was forced into a situation where I couldn't go out to the nearest coffee shop without the media or someone from the public recognizing me.

Though some of the public sympathize with me, I definitely didn't want nor need their pity. I didn't want to be seen as the pathetic woman who was blind to her fiance's cheating ways until it was almost too late.

All this attention, both from the media and my own meddling family makes it difficult for me to forget everything and just move on with my life.

I agree that I'm partly to blame for this, if I hadn't made our problem public the media wouldn't have gotten a wind of it.

Ugh! Who was I kidding? They would have eventually,even if I hadn't caught him, Colton wouldn't have stopped his cheating ways even after our marriage.

Either the media or his opponents would have eventually found out and exposed him, for someone who is considered to be smart and who is also in public office that was beyond stupid.

But the situation would have been different, if I wasn't heart broken and hurting I wouldn't have been blinded by the need for revenge.

And yes I regretted the aftermath, I wished I had handled that better, more matured, but I didn't regret making Colton pay for using me and playing with my heart.

Thinking about all this now, I know the media would have a field day, the more I thought about it the less appealing it is to me for my kidnapping to come to light, despite my reluctance to trust in Jax and Dane.

I have to trust that they were telling me the truth. Which only leaves me with no option than to call my family and learn what the situation is back in Chicago.

If they are still in Chicago and not New York, that is.

The problem is, I don't know what I should say to my family. I haven't decided on what excuse I would make that would sound convincing enough or believable.

In the end I decided to log in on my social media accounts and check out my aunts and cousins accounts to see if they'd posted anything about my disappearance. If there's any news about it.

Though there's a chance they might see me online I'd rather know what I was walking into so as not to walk-in blind or alert the culprit.

Fortunately or unfortunately depending on how it could have turned out if I had successfully logged in.

The decision was taken right out of my hands when I pressed on the on-button several times and yet my phone didn't switch-on. It was completely dead.

Dane, that jerk had probably drained my battery that first time when he stole it from me, must be deliberate so I wouldn't be able to call anyone for help.

I wonder if this is part of the role play, act or a way they use to keep it real or some shit for their clients.

If that's what it is then I would say the women who willingly gave them such rights are insane.

My phone is my privacy though I'm not much for social media, and there's nothing in it that would embarrass me at this point if seen by others, shit!

That was a lie(my cheeks heated with the thought that Dane had probably seen things he had no business or right seeing)—it also doesn't mean anyone that's not me should have access to it besides me.

I fall back on the bed, with the phone still in hand. Imagining how everything will unfold when I leave here. I suddenly remember seeing a phone charger somewhere, if I'm lucky it might still be here and might even work for my phone.

I was excited when I finally found it in one of the drawers. I quickly plugged my phone and sat back on the bed mulling things over.

It was two hours later when Jax finally came into the room and told me our pilot is only a couple minutes away.

I had just woken up then and was still lethargic but I was instantly wide awake with this news.