The Hostage and the Wanted

Chapter 1: Held Hostage

Isabella’s frantic pleas came through Harry’s hand in short breaths, struggling against his hold and attempting to alert the officers outside.

Of course it was all in vain and her voice didn’t carry any further than to Louis' ears, making him turn around to glance at her for a brief moment.
“Make sure to keep your hand tightened, mate. We need to get out of here in one piece.” Louis advised, seeing the girl’s eyes wide with shock and urgency.

“Any tighter and I’ll break her jaw. So what’s the plan, man? Because I am pretty sure we’re fucked. Kidnapping, assault, unlawful restrain, possession of illegal weapons - need I continue? I’m pretty sure I’m forgetting a few here.” Harry ranted, his green eyes intense and this time unamused – although there was still some excitement hidden in them as he had no idea what their next move would be and not knowing was half the fun.

When the door opened two more officers walked in, stopping just inside the door.

“Hello gentlemen, glad you could join us. We were just about to leave but if you would be so kind as to raise your hands and kneel on the ground beside your fellow partners there, we’ll get you two secured and get on out of here, yeah?” Louis flicked his gun, seeing the two officer look to one another before the oldest officer raised his hands and walked over toward his friend and knelt down again.

“Hey Dusty, bit of poor weather outside, yeah?” He asked calmly, glancing at Louis who had pulled the rookie cop aside, his one hand going through his pockets, pulling out a few flexi-cuff ties Harry had confiscated from the other officers.

He used one of them to tie the young rookie’s wrists together behind him and help him kneel down to the floor beside his partner. He was shaking like a leaf, obviously having not yet experienced a hostage situation - let alone been a part of one.

“What’s your name, mate?” Louis asked the young cop as he secured the older cop’s hands in the same fashion.

“Chase-I mean, officer Wellington.” The young man spoke looking up to Louis, watching his hands intently.

“Chase, mate, you need to calm down. We’re leaving but you showing up, I admit, was not part of our plans…neither were your partners there.” Louis began conversationally, putting his arm around the stunned officer as he seemed to be in too much shock to speak. So Louis continued. “You seem like a nice lad, so I’m going to have you do something for me, alright?”

“S-sure, what?” Chase stuttered, watching Louis point to Isabella, who was watching the whole thing behind wide eyes, her body pressed tightly up against Harry’s, his hand locking her jaw tightly.

“That girl over there, her name is Isabella and we’re going to borrow her for a few days. What that insures is that this crime goes unreported to magistrate. No crime, no jail…you know what I mean?” Louis smiled, watching the officer nod.

“In order to guarantee her safety I’m going to need you and the other officers here to keep quiet about this robbery. If I get word that you or these other fine gentlemen said something, I can’t be held responsible for what happens to her. Am I understood?”

Chase nodded, his eyes locking with the female hostage. He had to admit, she wasn’t bad looking on the eyes.

“A crime can be reported up for ten days; once the time window closes she will be released and we will go back to whatever it was we were doing. I just need to make sure you are all in agreement because if you’re not, I’ll go ahead and shoot her right now.” Louis finished calmly, pointing his pistol to Isabella’s head but not facing her.

“Take it easy son, we we’re not going to say anything, just don’t do something you might regret,” The older officer spoke, glancing at the rookie cop with an intense stare. “And please stop scaring the boy, it’s his first day.”

Louis laughed a little but lowered his gun and turned back to Harry who stood restraining the girl, her body heat warming his skin.

He shrugged, and glanced out toward the outside, noticing the blue car his hostage had mentioned parked right in front and went to test the keys in the lock, smiling when the first set opened the door. He made quick work unlocking the rest and motioning Harry out.

Harry kept Isabella tightly to him, even making sure to pull the flexi-cuffs on her wrists so she didn’t struggle so much. When he was sure most of the fight left her, he pulled her to the blue car and opened the door for her in the back, shoving her inside before joining her.

Louis smiled at Harry’s preciseness, his hand immediately going back over the girl’s mouth as she attempted to plead her case again. He could also see that Harry was not amused in the slightest now, in fact, he looked downright worried.

“We’ll be back at the flat in a shake, mate.” Louis smiled, catching the girl’s eyes. “As for you, beautiful, if Harry takes his hand away, you think you can be quiet? Because if not, there’s plenty of things I’m sure we can use to make you.” He disguised the threat as a pleasant promise.

Isabella nodded frantically, trying to scream out through Harry’s hand again, he had never seen someone act as irrational as she was now.

Harry didn’t relinquish his hold and Louis just shook his head and started the car. They would have to get to the bottom of the problem once they got back to the flat.

Without any more hesitation, Louis started up the car and sped off down the street.

Notes

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