Kidnapped

Who is she?

Slade- September 29, 2021

I woke up in a sweat. My sheets were soaked and I felt like my body was on fire. What the hell was that? That dream was not normal for me. I have never seen that girl a day in my life, but in my dream, I was drawn to her like a moth to a porch light. Every curve of her body was visible through that silver dress. It fit her like a damn glove. Like it was made for her. I wanted to run my hands all over her body and make her mine in the worst way. That hair looked like it was spun from silk and I itched to run my fingers through it. I can hear her breathing from where I stood. She was nervous. She was curious. She wanted me to touch her, but knew just as much as I did that if I touched her, it would be over for the both of us.

“It is time, Morgan.” What? What did I just say? What am I talking about? Time for what? I moved closer to her.

“What do you mean?” Oh good! She’s just as confused as I am. I reached where she stood. I waited a moment, my heart in my stomach. Finally, I reached up and grabbed her waist. She looked down. I felt her tense up. But I didn’t release her. I couldn’t. It was almost as if I was glued to her.

“Look at me, Morgan.” Who the hell is this girl and why am I acting like I know her. She doesn’t seem to know me either and I can’t exactly make out her face completely. I’m looking right at her, but can’t exactly see her.

“What will you do if I don’t?” She asked.

“Are you willing to find out?” What the hell? This isn’t me? I don’t get this way with anyone. I don’t have time to get attached. I felt myself reaching up to touch her.

When my fingertips touched her skin, I felt like I stuck my hand in an electrical outlet. Sparks ran through my fingers and all the way to my d**k. I kept my eyes focused on her and slowly tried to get her to look up at me. She seemed distracted by something and at the same time I noticed sweat drip down onto my arm. Several drops followed. What the hell?

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I needed to get out of these sheets and clean them or they would start to smell. Getting up, I yanked the sheets from my mattress, balled them up, and took it all to the washer. I went to the kitchen and started the coffee, then headed to the bathroom for a shower. That dream had me f****d up. I know I haven’t been with a women for a couple months, but I have never had dreams about being drawn to a woman like that before. It’s not that I don’t like women, I just don’t care enough to want them long term.

I should have probably done this before. But like I said, this dream has got me f****d up. My name is Slade Wilson. I live in the Ozark mountain area in Missouri just outside of Branson in a nice suburban style home. I studied at MSU and obtained my MA in Anthropology. It paid off to be honest. I’m an archeologist. I have a passion for everything that makes me understand human behavior. It is ironic because I am not a people person. However, my main goal is to find artifacts that have a story to tell. I have a collection of things that I have found too good to sell to museums, so I keep them for my personal interest. However, there is a beauty that I am currently on the lookout for now. With the help of my new team, we may be able to beat our competition to this items location. If they haven’t already found it. And if I can get this dream out of my damn mind.

I shut the shower off and got out. I have to leave that dream alone and forget about it. I’ll deal with making the bed later. I won’t be staying here for a few days anyway. I had a lot of work to do to prepare myself for the Broderick party. They live in the St. Louis area, which is quite a drive from me. It’s about a 4 hour drive, so I’ll be getting a hotel for a couple nights. I need to be in town ahead of time on the chance I may get information. They always invite me to these stupid parties that they throw to be civil, but this one is supposed to be more social rather than professional. I’m hoping to get information about whether or not they have obtained the artifact, so I will go. But I have big plans for this party. I cant’t stand the Brodericks. When it comes to finding things, they have access to more resources than I do. Like a private jet at their disposal. They have made my life a living nightmare and have cost me millions. They are money and power hungry fools. Every time I come across a new artifact, they beat me to it. But this time, I can’t let them hold onto this one. It’s rareness and worth are enough to put me on the map for generations to come. I know I sound like I just want the same thing as they do, but this artifact will change history. It should not even be possible for it to exist. If it exists and isn’t a rumor, the person who finds it could have not just millions, but billions of dollars within their possession. It was meant to be a gift for their niece, or daughter, or who the f**k ever, from what I have heard from my brother, but it will be mine. In the end, no matter what happens, I will get what I am searching for.

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I hate traveling. Like I said, I’m not a people person, so traveling is not my thing. It puts me in a bad mood. I have brought my brother, Trevor, along with me to keep me balanced. He’s a doctor. As in MD. He does a lot of pro bono work for me during the big jobs for my team. His compensation is pretty big, though. He gets a payout whenever we find something big. It’s part of our deal, so I guess it’s not really pro bono. Anyways, Trevor looks a lot like me. He has that same tall, dark, handsome thing going on. But that is where our similarities pretty much end. He prefers the spotlight and being around tons of people. It is why he became a doctor. He kills two birds with one stone. This is also why he is coming with me to this party. Not to mention, Trevor has invested almost as much time and energy into finding this artifact as I have.

“Why are you so quiet, bro?” Trevor asks me. It pulls me from my thoughts, which furthers my irritation.

“Hate traveling. No reason to talk. The list goes on. Did you dig up anymore information before we left?” I ask.

“Yea, but you’re not gonna like it.” He tells me. I can tell he’s nervous now. Again, irritation is reaching its limits and I have to take a breath before I crash.

“Just say it, Trev. I have literally no patience.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. The Brodericks just got back from a trip on Tuesday evening. They flew in to celebrate their daughter’s birthday on Saturday. Hence the party we are going to. This could mean they found what they were looking for. What we are looking for. It could also mean that it will be at the party, too.” He finally finishes talking and I’m not sure how I managed to remain on the road.

“Why haven’t you told me this sooner? I thought you had better intel than that.” I need a f*****g drink. My patience is gone, my irritation is at its peak, and I still have another 2 hours left of driving.

“You would have found out sooner or later. We don’t know all the full details, yet. We just need to focus and keep our heads in the game. Oliver’s girlfriend is the Broderick’s daughter’s best friend. She told him what she knew and that was it.” Oliver is mine and Trevor’s childhood best friend. He moved to the St. Louis area for college and remained there once he graduated, but we use him on the big cases when we need him. He usually gets background information for us that helps us have a better idea of what we are dealing with. We asked him for his help on this one because he lives in the same area as the family we want to get ahead of. But him having direct access to someone close to them makes it even better. I, however, didn’t know how good it could be. I could have come up with a better plan had I known. And the Brodericks having a daughter could make the world of difference. It means they have a weak spot.

“Oliver is dating someone? The Brodericks have a daughter? What the f**k is going on? Why haven’t I been told any of this information?” I ask.

“You’re being told now. We will strategize when we get to St. Louis. For now, we need to get there in one piece. Then we can deal with the details. If they have it, we need to figure out a way to get it.”

“Still would have been nice to know ahead of time.” I said coldly. We drove the last hour and a half in silence. Which was fine with me. I needed a plan. I needed to know who the hell my mystery dream girl was. I needed a drink.