Taken, Kissed, and Loved [FREE and COMPLETED]

Chapter 20

Christina bit her lower lip in frustration. It had been four days since she got back home from her “wellness recreation” and she didn’t get the slightest chance to find out anything about Joan Blackwood. What’s worse, for all intents and purposes, she was in jail. Sure, she could go outside. With an armed escort that treated her like a bag full of diamonds and didn’t leave her side or let anyone come near her. She could move around the apartment which would normally be very quiet since Michelle was gone but was now teeming with people from security. Everyone was nice and respectful to her, immediately asking her what she needed and how they could help her.

What she needed was for them to disappear so she could sneak into her father’s study and look into his computer. A simple task that seemed impossible now, even more so since her father was spending most of his time working from home, so the room was occupied. All that caused Christina to be staying in her own room most of the time, the only place she could be alone. And bored and frustrated.

She thought about the card he gave her, currently hidden in a folder with stuff for her animal shelter project, marked “ROSE - dog haircut and nail trimming” to make it as uninteresting as possible for any random observer that would go snooping through her things. How many times she wished she could just call the number, ask him what he’s doing, complain about everything. Or to just chat about silly things like normal couples do.

Oh, so now you are a couple? Wake up, Christina, you f****d for a day and he probably thinks you could still be useful to him. You think you gave him a blowjob and he loves you now? It doesn’t work that way. But it did. She knew it damn well because she was… Don’t even say it. … in love with him, a fact that she realized a bit too late. But texting him “I think I’m in love with you” hardly counted as an emergency.

Her bed was warm and comfy and some TV show she was barely watching was running on the laptop when her father knocked on the door. He didn’t even wait for her to answer and entered the room. That’s how much privacy she’s had lately. “You asleep?” he asked her upon noticing her cuddled up in bed.

“Almost.” Christina yawned. How was she so tired from literally doing nothing?

He sat down next to her with a worried look. “Listen, I will probably have to go to Shanghai again. I can cancel it if you want, but it’s a rather important meeting.”

Wait, he has been staying at home because of her? Well wasn’t that ironic. “Of course, dad, go. I’m fine, really, I just need some rest.” And an empty house. Seriously, she felt like a teenager eager to get their parents out of the house for a weekend to throw a party.

His face brightened up a little when he noticed the box of pills on her nightstand. “You’ve been taking them?”

“Mhm.” She has been taking them out of the blister pack. And flushing them down the toilet. A quick Google search revealed that they are in fact quite strong sedatives and that if she really had been taking them as prescribed, she wouldn’t be able to think straight and just wandered around like a half-sleeping zombie. Well, you’ve been playing out that one right. Why did her father want her in such a state?

“Good.” He got up to leave. “Just rest, sweetie.”

Christina frowned at the closed door. A part of the security should disappear with him, but it will still be tricky to get to his computer. And even trickier to meet up with David afterward, but that was a task for another day.

Hmm, he said he had some more leather goods in store for her. Her imagination offered several interesting possibilities, all of which were more or less kinky and painful. And hot. She locked herself in the bathroom, just in case somebody wanted to barge in again, and took a long hot shower. Standing beneath the showerhead she imagined the streams of water touching her skin were his hands, holding her shoulders, sliding down her back, rubbing her buttcheeks. Would he grab her hair and force her down to kneel in front of him again? Shoving his d**k so deep into her mouth she would start to gag, thrusting against her forcefully, making her swallow all his salty c*m?

She was breathing heavily and had to lean against the wall, hissing in surprise as her back touched the cold tiles. Her hands were rubbing her p***y, sliding in and out, playing with the c**t. She did reach a climax, releasing all the built-up pressure while biting her lip to stay quiet, but it was just not the same. Her body remembered his touch and longed for it now.

The next day was excruciatingly long. Peter Anderson packed and left, a part of the security force went with him, but still quite a few people remained. Fortunately, without their boss around, the morale was quite low and by the evening, most of the guards were gathered in the living room to watch a match on the big screen. Christina could hardly blame them, you didn’t really need six people to guard one elevator door and one fire escape staircase. One of them drew a short straw and the rest ordered pizza and made popcorn. At least they were professional enough not to open a beer.

Christina pretended to go to sleep early, like the days before but snuck out of the room shortly after the match started, quietly stalking through the hallway. It was Jamal Gibson standing guard at the end of it, his huge dark figure barely visible in the dim light coming through the windows. She waited hidden behind a corner until he turned away, nervous, her hands trembling. It was now or never. She quietly sprinted over to the door and her hand reached for the handle. It shouldn't be locked, but if it was... The door opened quietly and she snuck in, closing it behind her.

The computer screen requested a password. This was a part of her plan she thought long about. Her father was too smart to set a password that would be easy to guess, she was damn sure it wasn't her or Michelle's name, or even their mother's. The trick was to get around it without needing to know the password at all. She pulled out a tiny flash drive that used to be hanging on her dad's keychain, said a quick prayer, and inserted it in. The login screen disappeared, giving her full access to the files. Good thing dad doesn't like to waste time typing out long passwords and has this useful gadget. He is probably too busy with kidnapping and killing people.

There were a ton of things, none of which looked suspicious. The emails all seemed to be dealing with business things she didn't understand, mostly just arranging meetings and debating about tables and graphs. Nothing marked as top secret, don’t look, kidnapping materials. She skimmed through several pages, and tried to search for Joan’s name, but found nothing. Something did catch her eye though, a project called the Haven. A complex of buildings constructed on a… private island? Since when did their family have a private island just off the coast of Costa Rica?

The files on his computer were placed in folders very systematically, it didn’t take her long to find out the one marked Haven. One set of blueprints seemed to be for a luxurious vacation house on the beach. The other one looked more like an office building with various meeting rooms and a big place marked ‘security center’. Or maybe a hotel, since it had several small rooms with their own bathrooms. Or a prison. What could be a more ideal place to keep hostages than a private island in the middle of nowhere, off U.S. soil and out of reach of the law enforcement?

She downloaded the files on a flash drive she brought along (not the one she got from David, that one was safely hidden in a bra drawer). For some reason, several of the files wouldn’t be copied over no matter what she did, an error always popping up on the screen. They looked fairly important, there were flight records, personnel files or supply manifests, so she at least printed them out. With several papers safely tucked under her shirt and both her and her father’s flash drives in the pocket, she was ready to leave. Now for the second tricky part - getting out without anyone noticing.

She peeked out of the door, hoping that Jammal Gibson got bored and joined his companions in the living room. He didn’t. And what’s worse, he must have noticed the door moving, because his head turned towards it. Christina quickly stepped back. Did he see her? She heard him sigh and walk past the room. He didn’t look in. Thank god for lazy employees. Christina frowned, it was weird. Of all the security personnel it was him who didn't strike her as lazy, quite the opposite actually. Just count your blessings and get the hell out.

Only after the doors of her own room closed behind her she allowed herself to feel a bit of relief. She had the data, almost positive that if her father was really holding Joan Blackwood somewhere, it would be in this ‘Haven’. Now she needed to go out, ditch her bodyguards somehow, and go meet up with David. Easier said than done.